The Immortal Realm—the vast universe ruled by Immortal King Ao Sheng—had now become a ruined wasteland.
The once dazzling river of stars had fractured inch by inch, while countless ancient stars had been reduced to cosmic dust in the preceding battle.
Violent currents of the Great Dao and destructive laws filled the void everywhere, proclaiming that a heaven-shaking battle between Immortal Kings had just taken place here.
At the heart of this shattered universe, Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as placid and indifferent as water.
Beneath his feet lay a golden divine pool condensed from Great Luo Laws.
Within the pool, the Primordial Spirits of the three supreme Immortal Kings—Ao Sheng, Yuan Chu, and Tai Shi—were firmly suppressed, letting out wave after wave of shrill, despairing howls.
The Willow Deity, dressed in white whiter than snow, stood quietly at Ye Xuan's side. The phantoms of three thousand great worlds slowly revolved around her, exuding a supreme aura that stood apart from the mundane world.
The two were like gods who held dominion over life and death itself. They were about to wield their supreme divine power to utterly grind away the Primordial Spirits of those three supreme Immortal Kings, uprooting the grass and tearing out the roots, before settling accounts with the Dao Lineages behind them.
Just at that critical moment.
"Rumble."
From the depths of the distant universe came a terrifying roar that shook the ages.
The sea of stars boiled, and the barrier of space was violently torn apart like a fragile painting.
In the blink of an eye, six supreme figures crossed the universe and arrived. The auras they radiated were unimaginably powerful, like six insurmountable Primordial Divine Mountains pressing down upon the starry sky, crushing the breath from one's lungs