Primordial Wilderness.
Jianmu Battlefield.
Two powerful immortal arts pierced through the void and slammed into each other.
Boom!!!
Amid a deafening crash, the force of the impact rippled outward in layers. Wherever it passed, space cracked and astral winds howled.
A figure in a blue robe and straw sandals, holding a horsetail whisk, evaded several terrifying aftershocks and temporarily vanished into the void.
"Phew..." Shiwei panted faintly. His once ethereal blue robe was now mottled with blood, warm liquid dripping slowly from his sleeves. At his chest and beneath his ribs, the stark white of bone could be glimpsed.
Five-colored miasma, cuts from blades and spears, curses, Vengeful Souls... all manner of attacks clung to his wounds, impossible to brush away.
In just a short while, he had already fought more than a dozen foreign immortals in succession.
Though those targeting him were all ordinary rogue immortals, without a "source" or immortal office, danger lurked everywhere in battle. He had only recently become an immortal and was still unfamiliar with the methods of these foreign races. Every clash had brought fresh perils, and several times he had narrowly escaped death!
Fortunately, at each critical moment, Human Race immortals had come to his aid in time, allowing him to hold on until now.
As he pondered, Shiwei's aura suddenly surged. Without warning, a "source" Great Dao and an immortal office appeared within him.
In an instant, he felt stronger than ever before!
Those rogue immortals who had just driven him to the brink of despair now seemed as easy to destroy as turning over his hand!
Shiwei immediately calmed down. This was Senior Xiang Xuan's [Wash Immortal]!
Before he could think further, he suddenly sensed something and turned to look behind him. A foreign immortal with a bear's head, a human