The shadow of the Three Realms War had grown increasingly dense, shrouding the skies over the Three Realms.
This war, which had dragged all three realms into its calamity, had stripped those Mahayana cultivators who had always held themselves high above the world of their former detachment. They had no choice but to reveal themselves and enter the fray.
In a battle of this scale, no number of Profound Tier cultivators could sway the outcome. Profound Tier cultivators were still far too weak; they could not withstand the combined assault of several Mahayana cultivators. In the chaotic Three Realms, Profound Tier cultivators could only serve as auxiliaries, handling trivial tasks that required large numbers of people.
At this moment, Immortal Fairy Chu Xi was stationed here, which showed how important the Teleportation Array was. There could be no mistakes.
When she saw Qin Fengming again, the female cultivator's eyes visibly evaded his. The idol in her heart had been defeated by Qin Fengming, as if a heavy punch had struck her directly and shattered all the beautiful things in her heart in an instant.
In the female cultivator's eyes, Ancestor Jiao Wei had always stood high above the world, an existence at the very peak of the Three Realms immortal cultivation world. She had always believed Ancestor Jiao Wei to be invincible, powerful, and charismatic beyond compare.
Yet a human Mahayana who had advanced less than a hundred years ago had defeated the most perfect cultivator in her heart—and defeated him utterly, without the slightest suspense.
Ancestor Jiao Wei had easily recovered his confidence and established a new goal after just a few words from Qin Fengming, but Immortal Fairy Chu Xi had been unable to quickly emerge from the blow.
Qin Fengming still wore that seemingly nonthreatening expression, but