Spring gave way to autumn, and five hundred thousand years passed.
In a certain azure sea region, a streak of blue escape light appeared on the distant horizon and came to a halt after a flicker.
The escape light faded, revealing a flying boat shimmering with flowing blue light. Two men and one woman stood aboard it. At their head was a full-figured Blue-Skirted Matron with Golden Immortal Late Stage cultivation.
A tall blue-shirted man held an egg-sized Blue Round Bead in his right hand. The bead radiated dazzling blue light.
"We haven't found that traitor."
The blue-shirted man said with a frown.
"He may have set up a Formation and hidden himself. Keep searching. We must find him."
The Blue-Skirted Matron's tone was icy.
The Blue Flying Boat flashed with blue light and flew onward.
Before long, the Blue Flying Boat came to a stop. A massive Seven-Colored Thunder Cloud had appeared over the sea ahead, where lightning flashed and thunder roared. Thick bolts of Seven-Colored Lightning crashed down one after another, their momentum terrifying.
"Seven-Colored Immortal Thunder? Someone is attempting to break through to Daluo Golden Immortal."
The Blue-Skirted Matron cried out in alarm.
Generally speaking, when Golden Immortal Cultivators attempted to advance to Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, they usually drew Four-Colored Immortal Lightning. Those capable of drawing five-colored immortal lightning were considered elites, while only Supremes could draw six-colored immortal lightning.
"Anyone uninvolved, leave this place at once."
An icy female voice came from the horizon, echoing throughout heaven and earth.
The sea churned and surged, raising a Sky-Supporting Giant Wave. Shen Lie stood atop it, his expression cold.
"Take one step forward, and death will be your only pardon."
Shen Lie's tone was icy. He raised his right hand high, and the sea surface exploded. Enormous