The war came to an abrupt halt at its bloodiest moment.
The Desolate Ancient Race had been wiped out.
At the same time, the forging of the Heavenly Sword was nearly complete.
All the great cultivators except the Immortal King had rushed to the front lines.
They flew up before the Immortal Giant, gazing at the countless soul artifacts on its back and the Immortal King Token.
From what they had heard from others, this monster had once been a Human Race Cultivator.
He had become a monster so powerful it beggared the imagination.
He also held a genuine Immortal King Token.
--He had slaughtered the entire Desolate Ancient Race!
If that was the case, he had to be one of their own.
But why had they never seen him before?
As the cultivators silently wondered, the Immortal Giant—Gu Qingshan in disguise—bent down and hurriedly asked several of the great cultivators:
"The Original Heaven Realm probably isn't safe to stay in much longer. Have you prepared somewhere to go?"
"Why do you ask?" one of the great cultivators said.
"Because you won't be able to handle the battle that's coming."
The Immortal Giant looked up at the sky.
The two terrifying beings hidden among the clouds had stopped fighting over the prize.
The great cultivators followed his gaze. Their expressions tightened in unison.
They all possessed powerful Spirit Sense and could more or less sense just how terrifying the two beings in the clouds were.
Even the giant before them might not be a match for those two.
This was the real crisis.
One of the great cultivators said, "We do have an evacuation plan. Our destination is the Lower Realm. Unfortunately, the Desolate Ancient Race has been hounding us relentlessly. If we leave right in front of them, they'll