After making their decision, Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai took the initiative to disperse everything in the Upper Heaven.
Moreover, they preserved the spirits from the past.
Though the two were Immortal Emperors, most of their power had been used to sustain the Upper Heaven.
Having experienced that battle in the distant past, they both understood that there could be no slackness or luck when fighting the Weird Race.
After dispersing the false Upper Heaven, Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai gradually began to recover.
Those preserved spirits were their hope. If they succeeded, those spirits would be the hope for the Upper Heaven to transform from illusion into reality.
As for Yang Qing and the Corpse Immortal Emperor, after bidding farewell to Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai, they did not return to the Immortal Realm. Instead, they headed deep into Above the Upper Heaven.
As they traveled, all they saw were broken walls and collapsed palaces.
The ground presented a scene of utter devastation, littered with shattered war chariots and burned-out wreckage.
The entire world was deathly silent. Occasionally, they could spot ancient Stone Tablets hidden beneath the grass.
Most of the mountains had been split apart, carrying an air of death. Spiritual energy had not declined much, and traces of the ancient era's splendor could still faintly be seen.
But as the two continued deeper, even the vegetation became sparse and no longer flourished.
It was like a land of confusion. Gray haze emerged, Weird Substance permeated the air, and ruin stretched as far as the eye could see.
"Above the Upper Heaven was once incomparably glorious, yet it has fallen into such a state! The Weird Race truly deserves death!" the Corpse Immortal Emperor sighed.
In the legends of countless worlds, Above the Upper Heaven had always been