The future.
High temperatures, explosions, thunderous roars.
The battles between the Esteemed Immortals on both sides had, without exception, reached beyond the entire Immortal Realm.
Neither side wanted to destroy the spoils of war they would claim after victory, much less rebuild the Immortal Realm.
One towering figure after another collided in the sky, as Perfect System-level Esteemed Immortals clashed.
The slightly weaker Esteemed Immortals, meanwhile, divided the battlefield into separate regions.
Unmatched, berserk power erupted without end, wantonly releasing the pinnacle strength of the age—power that shook the entire myriad heavens and worlds.
With every punch and kick, galaxies surged and all things evaporated.
Chongshan Town.
"What a bunch of monsters!"
Ning Zheng frowned slightly as she looked up at the terrifying collisions in the sky, then turned toward Jiumu Qing, who had descended into the Chosen of Destiny.
"Manor Lord, what should we do?"
Jiumu Qing's voice was cold as she gazed at the firmament and sensed the oppressive, terrifying scene of battle. "The Immortal and Nether Realms are fighting to the death. Should we join the battle?"
With a loud splash.
Shell Immortal, Da Shou Esteemed Immortal, and Ping Tian Esteemed Immortal also descended here through their incarnations.
"Manor Lord Xi Rong, what do you think we should do?" Shell Immortal asked with a frown.
This was a grave matter, the decisive moment.
Their decision would determine life and death in the future.
But they were outside the game, and had even less information than Ning Zheng. They had no way of uncovering the Painter's true intentions or the precise circumstances of the battle on either side.
Ning Zheng did not answer. She turned to the Sacred Spirit True Immortal beside her. "What do you think?"
The Sacred Spirit True Immortal pondered. "Shadow Crocodile Esteemed Immortal can