Sky Blood Realm.
During the last super Divine War, this realm had suddenly been attacked by the Twelfth Calamity. A massive crater had been gnawed into the land, and part of the world laws had been damaged.
The combined attack of several supreme god-level experts had left behind traces of Divine Power, causing brilliant multicolored clouds to appear in the sky.
Whether by day or night, anyone standing on the ground and looking up at the heavens could see the glowing clouds drifting across the firmament.
Under normal circumstances.
At least another three hundred years, perhaps even five hundred, would be needed before the lingering Divine Power gradually subsided and this strange celestial phenomenon disappeared.
This showed just how powerful supreme gods were.
At this moment.
Within a stretch of green clouds spanning more than a hundred thousand kilometers.
A tiny, exceptionally dim green gleam floated motionlessly.
Compared to the green clouds, the green gleam was like a grain of sand in the Vast Sea. It was simply impossible to notice, making this the perfect hiding method.
If the green gleam were magnified several thousand times, three extremely blurry figures could vaguely be seen concealed within it.
Upon closer inspection.
Behind one figure floated the vague shadow of a crane with its wings spread wide, while his right hand held a wooden emerald-green lantern.
The second figure's face looked as cold as ten-thousand-year ice, and beneath his feet was a pale-blue circular ice platform.
Around the third figure, illusory green leaves continuously appeared. The surface of every leaf naturally bore countless profoundly mysterious patterns.
They were Divine Patterns.
And not ordinary Divine Patterns.
They were the more powerful—intermediate Divine Patterns.
All three were Divine Lords of the Myriad Heavens Race.
The expert with the crane shadow hanging behind his back