Qing Quan Realm Heaven.
Immortal spring water rushed down in torrents, vast as ten thousand acres, like the Milky Way itself had been severed from the heavens.
Mist spread like white fog, and as it surged, it sent Qian Mang's robe flapping fiercely.
Qian Mang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly in one direction.
In his view, the distant expanse seemed no larger than a few inches. Countless layers of cloud-wreathed mountains and palaces flashed past in an instant. Deep within the smooth, mirrorlike clouds, five-colored rosy light swirled and hovered, auspicious energy thick in the air as heavenly flowers rained down.
A vast, dazzling white light blazed. Then a Human Race immortal in a black robe strode out of it.
An Immortal King!
An Immortal King from the "future" was a rare sight indeed!
But it was only natural!
He was about to take the most crucial step. All kinds of unexpected events were bound to occur, seeking to stop him from Becoming Venerable!
This Human Race Immortal King, who had just ascended into this realm heaven, was most likely a pawn of the one who controlled the "future."
If all went as expected, after he dealt with this Human Race immortal, the one who controlled the "future" would keep changing the flow of time, creating even more Immortal Kings to oppose him...
But what a pity...
He was the strongest Immortal King!
Unless those four gave up their struggle to become Emperors and entered the fray in person!
Otherwise, in the Myriad Worlds of today, there was no one who could stop him!
Though his power had yet to recover to its peak, he was still beyond the reach of ordinary Immortal Kings!
As his thoughts raced, Qian Mang suddenly furrowed his brow. Hanyong?
Hanyong