The whole world was in an uproar!
Every cultivator in the Eternal World was utterly shaken!
Pangu, the strongest Emperor, who had vanished for countless years, had reappeared. The Spirit Race's founder, Emperor Ling Xuan, had broken free of his seal, and the Spirit Race had emerged, occupying three continents.
One astonishing event after another crashed over the cultivators like towering waves, leaving them stunned and unable to compose themselves.
These events also pushed many factions that had previously managed to hold back past their limits. They began sending out troops in all directions, plunging the entire Eternal World into chaos.
Underworld Continent.
Several hundred miles from the Witch God Sect stood a quiet cliff. An ancient pine grew at its edge, lush and verdant. As the breeze stirred its branches, a rustling sound filled the air, soothing the spirit.
Li Yi sat cross-legged beneath the pine with his eyes closed, his mind serene and carefree. He paid no heed to the turmoil in the outside world.
He knew full well that countless ancient powerhouses and peerless Emperors would appear one after another in the Eternal World. The coming era would be unpredictable, and strength was the greatest guarantee of survival.
With his King-level strength, he was nowhere near powerful enough to face the calamities ahead. Improving his strength was therefore urgent. Only by reaching the Sovereign Realm as soon as possible could he better protect himself.
At a certain moment, Li Yi abruptly opened his eyes and gave a slight frown. In an instant, three mysterious characters flew out of his eyes.
"Rumble!~~~~"
The three characters trembled slightly, then transformed into a golden pillar of light, a blood-red river, and a green scroll. A few breaths later, they changed once more, becoming a golden greatsword, a blood-red greatsword, and