Legend, Knowing Fate

In the Immortal Realm, atop the shattered void, Immortal Palaces continuously crashed down, smashing one enormous crater after another. The Western Immortal Realm, having endured battle after battle, had completely fallen into ruin.

Amid the clouds of dust, several streaks of light shot out, flying at top speed into the distance. With the Immortal Palace destroyed, countless strange treasures emerged at once, seeing daylight again after endless ages.

Seeing this, everyone present was shaken and immediately leaped after them.

It was a race against time. At this moment, every second was precious. The Immortal Realm was about to be destroyed; before that happened, they had to get out in time.

"Ninth Junior Brother, this place is too dangerous. I can no longer look after you. Leave first."

In the rush, Ayluo Zhen sent him a warning, then immediately chased after one streak of light.

The other four disciples of the Ink Lord also swept away in different directions. This journey to the Immortal Realm had been too great a failure. This was their final chance; before leaving, they had to gain something.

"Yin'er, let's go."

Ning Chen spoke softly. Looking at the streaks of light flashing in the distance, he stamped his foot, took the little girl's hand, and swiftly retreated.

The streaks of light sped away and vanished in an instant, their true forms impossible to discern. Ning Chen avoided the five disciples of the Ink Lord and swept alone toward one direction.

Ahead, the azure streak of light grew faster and faster. Figures raced after it one after another, competing against time and against one another.

Dressed in black, Ning Chen reached out for the azure light. At that very instant, its glow blazed to the utmost, breaking through the limits of space as its speed rose to