"The Immortal Dao Flower Bud has bloomed 2,999 times since the beginning of this era, consuming 2,999 Great Daos. This final bloom will be the most perfect and most extraordinary one, producing three thousand Great Dao petals."
"Indeed. Those petals are no ordinary things. They can reflect scenes from the Immortal Ancient Era, but they consume an enormous amount of magical power. Previously, only figures at the level of sect masters could activate them—the cost was simply too great."
This was also why people had come to watch the battle. Although no one could get too close, they could observe through the petals.
However, they had to cast spells across endless stretches of space. The difficulty of doing so over such a vast distance was self-evident.
By noon on the second day, the outskirts were already packed with people. Yet countless great figures were still arriving. Whenever a supreme figure descended, everyone's hearts trembled with incomparable awe and reverence.
A blood-red war chariot arrived, its killing aura soaring into the heavens. It seemed to have been stained by the blood of countless living beings. Amid its towering baleful aura came the faint cries of anguished creatures.
"That is the war chariot of the Heavenly Kingdom! I never expected even their sect master to come!"
Everyone's expressions changed. The Heavenly Kingdom's reputation was simply too great; its fearsome name had spread throughout the Three Thousand Prefectures.
Now that the sect master had come in person, everyone was greatly shocked.
In another direction, nine flood dragons pulled a simple, ancient bronze hall through the void. It rumbled closer, exuding Chaos energy.
"Even a great figure from that lineage has come. Could that supreme being have arrived in person?"
The Immortal Palace was an extraordinarily ancient lineage that had existed for countless tens