Time passed swiftly. After Yang Qing returned to the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Realm enjoyed peace for another stretch of years.
But that peace did not last long. One day, it was finally shattered.
Suddenly, chaotic lightning continuously fell from the skies above the Myriad Worlds. Every world trembled as blood-colored storms swept through heaven and earth.
Within those blood-colored storms, black lightning and ominous thunderbolts fell without end.
Countless great worlds displayed bizarre celestial phenomena, terrifying to the utmost extreme.
Within the Immortal Realm, Ji Xukong and the others sensed something and abruptly raised their heads, looking toward the Sea of Worlds.
Back then, they had won a resounding victory in the battle at the Sea of Worlds, and both the Immortal Realm and the Myriad Worlds had welcomed a rare era of peace.
But after the Sky-Supporting Immortal Emperor returned, they all knew that the final decisive battle was about to begin.
Throughout these years, no one had relaxed in the slightest. They had continued cultivating, striving to become even stronger.
Now, upon seeing the strange phenomena in the heavens, everyone's hairs stood on end, their bodies trembling involuntarily.
They were exceedingly familiar with this feeling. It was exactly how they had felt when the Weird Ancestors descended back then.
Storm clouds were gathering, and the end was near. This time, the feeling was even more intense than before.
At this moment, everyone realized that the calm before the storm had finally been broken.
After lying dormant for many years, the Weird Race had finally launched its counterattack. The powerful figures of the Weird Race would descend upon the Sea of Worlds once more.
All the powerful figures stood ready and headed to the seawall of the Sea of Worlds. In silence, dense black mist had already completely