My master's energy continued to grow stronger. That power which stirred the celestial phenomena erupted without end, surging straight into the heavens as if nothing could restrain it. The sky turned grayish-white, and the torrential rain soaked my tattered clothes.
Everyone was frozen until their lips turned purple. Such terrifying celestial phenomena would not be an exaggeration to call a heavenly disaster!
For now, however, no Immortal cultivator had died in this catastrophe.
Soon, everyone arrived. The enormous thundercloud tornado spiraled into the sky, while nine strangely shaped sword stones carved from phoenix-gold stood beside it. Near the sword stones were over two hundred Immortal cultivators, mainly from the Five Elements formation, supplemented by the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams. Each of them focused intently on the perimeter, seemingly guarding that terrifying tornado!
We were all stunned. What exactly was happening? The tornado clearly carried my master's aura!
Zu Xinghai wore a solemn expression as he held the Ancestral Dragon Sword. He slowly raised his head and faced the cultivators led by Grandmaster, a gloomy smile playing across his pale and handsome face.
I hurriedly led all the Heaven's Unity cultivators over. He Naitian and Ao Fengxia naturally brought their cultivators along as well. After passing through so many life-and-death trials together, we had somehow come to trust one another.
"Heh heh... What's wrong with what I'm doing for the sake of all the mystic cultivators beneath heaven? This world belongs to the mystic cultivators. The living beings of this world also need a fair and impartial world of competition, don't they? Or do you think I, Zu Xinghai, am doing all this terrifying work for my own selfish desires? No! Perhaps I'm doing it for myself, perhaps for the Sea of Thunder, perhaps for the many immortal sects! But