"I don't believe it. It definitely isn't that person. No one can emerge from the Primordial Gate. Since ancient times, any Supreme who entered has died!" said the master of Sword Valley. Sword in his right hand, sword waves surged like a raging sea, making it seem as though he stood amid an ocean of sword intent.
At that moment, someone shouted from afar, "Reporting to Valley Master, that truly is not the Willow Tree from the Lower Realm. It came from the Immortal Ancient Ruins!"
As soon as those words rang out, this place could no longer remain calm. An immense uproar erupted, and every side turned to look.
Gu Jianyun appeared in the distance and said, "There are ruins from the Immortal Ancient Era. Some natives guard a mountain range, where they possess a branch from the Ancient Ancestor of their Sacrificial Spirit. It is this golden Willow Tree."
"That's right. It is not the Willow Tree that you seniors encountered in the Lower Realm. It is merely one branch!" Ning Chuan appeared as well.
"Hahaha..." Someone immediately laughed, mockery curling at the corners of his mouth as he abruptly relaxed.
"The descendants of Sin Blood must die!" The master of Sword Valley was blunt and resolute.
At that moment, the Undying Being laughed, arrogant and unrestrained. "You think the likes of you can threaten me?"
"We weren't afraid just now, so what is there to fear now?!" Qi Daolin shouted as well.
A figure suddenly stood aloof in the void, dressed in immaculate white, radiant as the moon. Wisps of white mist swirled around him, while three thousand spheres of light floated at his side—each one a world!
Every sphere of light contained a heaven and earth, with countless ancient kingdoms within. Endless gods and demons were