Saint Realm, Heart of the Continent.
The firmament was deathly silent, black mist veiling the heavens. Across the dim, frigid earth, suffocating waves of oppression filled the air.
There was none of the solemn sanctity people had imagined. It was far too desolate. Chen Fusheng even thought he had taken the wrong path.
Chen Fusheng gazed toward the horizon and saw a hazy giant city, seemingly boundless, soaring into outer space like a prehistoric beast crouched within the pitch-black Azure Expanse.
This was Saint City. Its walls were incomparably thick, covered in the marks of time and steeped in a heavy prehistoric aura.
By now, the forces of thirty-two Saint Palaces had arrived ahead of the others in successive waves. Their elites were heavily armed and powerful, their auras intimidating. The might they naturally radiated transformed into raging waves pounding against the starry sky.
The countless Rogue Cultivators streaming in were left breathless. The armies assembled by the Saint Palaces came one formation after another, flickering in and out of sight amid the dense black clouds above, like ranks of heavenly soldiers and generals descending into the mortal world.
Saint City was deathly still and heavy. Not a blade of grass stirred, and the atmosphere was unbearably tense. Bone-chilling killing intent surged through the air, forming war clouds that mingled with the black mist filling the heavens.
Heaven and earth grew even quieter. Even the Rogue Cultivators of the Eighth Realm fell silent.
A Venerable-level disciple exclaimed in amazement. The Saint Palace armies entrenched in the sky were confronting each other, divided into two iron-armored camps.
An intelligence master sighed with emotion. Half a month ago, five Creation Heavenly Weapons had shot across the sky and joined forces to annihilate the forces of Star Plucking Tower.
Yet they had still