The Feeling of the Other Shore

In the present-day Pangu Continent, Saints rarely showed themselves, and even beings at the Tribulation Crossing and Mahayana Stages seldom took action.

But long ago, during the era when the myriad races vied for supremacy, things had been completely different.

Back then, let alone Saints—even beings at the level of the Twelve Human Immortals were constantly waging war against one another. Every day, experts battled in the skies.

For one thing, the Pangu Continent had not yet fully taken shape at the time. Many places were simply void, so those experts could unleash their methods without restraint.

For another, the overall strength of the present-day Pangu Continent had declined by an unknown degree compared to the past.

The reason beings at the Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing Stages rarely took action now was that they feared breaking through space and allowing the void beasts to enter the Pangu Continent.

In the ancient era, however, the fierce warriors of every race would take the initiative to venture deep into the void to hunt void beasts and obtain cultivation materials.

Yet even in that age, when experts gathered in droves, the Twelve Human Immortals were still peak-level powerhouses.

Unlike the other experts who kept to themselves, the Twelve Human Immortals had followed one principle ever since they attained the Dao.

When trouble came, they all charged in shoulder to shoulder.

Twelve beings who stood above the Saints, working together with perfect coordination—under their unique formation, even the Demon Race, the greatest race of that era, had to give these twelve hooligans a wide berth.

At that moment, facing the enemies charging toward them, the Twelve Human Immortals formed their formation without the slightest hesitation.

Daoist Yun Zhong stood at the formation's core and slowly raised the long sword in his hand before slashing