Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun was dead!
The news swept across the entire battlefield like a gale.
It was far too shocking. An Esteemed Immortal could almost eternally look down upon the rise and fall of one historical civilization after another.
Yet he had died so quickly.
The dance had been performed yesterday.
The man had died today.
Today, they had already switched to blowing suona horns. "Bottle Wine True Immortal" had performed the funeral dance today.
The ruthlessness of it, the way he established his might and stepped on an Esteemed Immortal to rise, presenting such a ferocious "don't provoke me" attitude, was truly chilling.
The Immortal Realm was now in wartime form.
More than a hundred world bubbles had been pushed over and formed a gigantic ring-shaped Immortal Realm City Wall, enclosing the small Immortal Realm at the center.
As a result, more than a hundred separate battlefields had appeared.
And on every civilization battlefield, countless billions of cultivators and various races were shaken upon hearing the news.
The breadth and speed of its spread were simply beyond imagination.
It was as though certain existences were secretly exerting their strength to push Xi Rong into the spotlight.
At this moment, everyone deeply remembered one name:
Xi Rong!
Every Immortal Realm great battle saw Esteemed Immortals fall, civilizations rise, and new Esteemed Immortals break through.
But no one had expected an Esteemed Immortal to die so quickly, or a new civilization to rise so quickly.
This was the first new super-civilization to make a name for itself on the Myriad Races' great battlefield.
Some people had already begun organizing information. It was said to be the cultivation system of a race that called themselves "Daoists," and they were auspicious beasts.
Based on the information from the Golden Core stories they