A Hundred Million Thousand River Mountains!

The Chaos Sea stretched without end. A hundred and thirty-eight million figures descended from the heavens, wreathed in light. They crossed universes and untold great galaxies to arrive.

Thousand River Mountain!

Emerald waves surged, rising toward the sky. Through the blazing passage, Su Changqing saw countless strange and dazzling species.

There were ancient black trees with three heads, breathing Chaos Aura, and giant beasts covered in snow-white fur whose roars shattered stars.

Every one of them was terrifying beyond measure. Some devoured light; others were dark and dreadful.

There were peerless Sword Cultivators with the bearing of immortals, their auras mighty, their hands clasped behind their backs and their eyes filled with supreme self-assurance.

All hundred and thirty-eight million contenders had come treading over the corpses of countless universes.

"Though I've never taken part in the Thousand River Mountain Grand Competition, I know it's a selection. Fail, and you die!" Pangu said quickly, looking at Su Changqing.

"Once we separate, we should both fall into the Chaos Sea to strengthen our Thousand River Mountain!"

Pangu had once been a Six Revolutions Great God-Fiend, second only to an Eternal True Lord. His experience was vast, and the clues before him alone let him infer much.

"Make ourselves secondary, and Thousand River Mountain primary..."

Pangu's voice faded as he fell into another vast passage, blazing with light as Light Rain scattered through it.

He and Su Changqing were completely separated.

"Ourselves secondary, Thousand River Mountain primary." Su Changqing repeated the words under his breath, his brow furrowing slightly.

Not only Pangu, but none of the hundred and thirty-eight million cultivators—God-Fiends or Dao Ancestors—knew the truth.

At its heart, this selection was the Card Eternal True Lord's means of destroying his great enemy!

But Su Changqing's main goal, like Pangu's, was still to