Before the mountain range where the eighty-first Heavenly Pillar stood, all the powerful figures had gathered, their eyes fixed on the figure atop the distant peak, their expressions grave.
An unshakable summit—despite joining forces, they could not cross that heavenly barrier. The difference between them was as clear as black and white, bitterly ironic.
The five wounded kings barely steadied themselves, their faces uglier than the next. They had fought their way across the stars with pride, never imagining that they would suffer such a thorough defeat today.
Atop the mountain, Ning Chen withdrew his gaze and watched the great war of antiquity, streams of light constantly flashing through his eyes.
Mirror Flower, Water Moon was indeed unreal. However, since the image of the Ancient Battlefield could manifest here across time and space, there had to be a way to open it.
As time passed, figure after figure emerged from the Meteor Fire Domain, their auras astonishing. A moment later, they vanished once more.
Changes had arisen on the ancient road. All the venerables arrived one after another, rushing toward Heaven's Chosen Peak, where the eighty-first Heavenly Pillar stood.
"Not good!"
Sensing that battle had already erupted in the distance, Spirit Void Venerable and the others' expressions changed slightly. They shattered the void and sped forward at full speed.
At Heaven's Chosen Peak, the man in plain robes had stood still for a long time, countless thoughts flashing through his mind as he searched for a way to open the Ancient Battlefield.
Before Heaven's Chosen Peak, young powerhouses after young powerhouses were stopped by the divine restriction, unable to approach even half a step.
Not far from those young powerhouses, several young people stood quietly, their gazes likewise fixed on the situation atop the distant mountain.
"Why has Ning Chen