Above the mysterious and vast Chaos Sea, waves surged violently, and endless Chaos Aura churned as if recounting ancient legends.
Over one Sea Domain, the atmosphere was so tense it was suffocating. Every wisp of air seemed frozen, filled with the unknown and danger.
Wang Xian stood alone above the Chaos Sea. Though he harbored resentment toward his main body, as an avatar, he still treated the task he bore with utmost seriousness.
Yet at this moment, he was surrounded by numerous powerful Immortal Emperors.
Each of these Immortal Emperors possessed an extraordinary bearing and emanated immense pressure that inspired fear at a glance.
Wang Xian looked around at the many Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperors and Eighth Revolution Immortal Emperors encircling him, his face filled with confusion.
"Senior, why are you blocking this junior's path?"
Wang Xian's voice was full of confusion and unease, as though he truly did not understand why these esteemed seniors had blocked his way.
His eyes revealed innocence and bewilderment, making people unable to help but feel Mercy for him.
These Immortal Emperors came from different factions, yet they had gathered here for only one purpose—the Mythical Grade essence blood in Wang Xian's possession.
The appearance of this drop of essence blood was like the brightest stars in the night sky, drawing the eyes of countless experts.
It contained incomparably immense power and mysterious laws. To these Immortal Emperors, it was an irresistible temptation.
A middle-aged man standing beside the young lady of the Song Family spoke first. His voice was cold and imposing, as if brooking no question.
"Human brat, hand over the Mythical Grade essence blood. That is not an opportunity you are qualified to obtain."
The middle-aged man wore a magnificent robe, and his eyes held the wisdom and coldness of one weathered