Xiong Sanzang's aged face was filled with grief. As he gazed at the black mist so dense it could not be dissolved, it was as though he saw the scene from hundreds of thousands of years ago replaying before him.
His own son had been swallowed by the black mist in exactly the same way back then, and then... never emerged again.
"Why... why is it like this again..."
His voice was hoarse and trembling, his eyes reddening. "Is the Chaos Great Dao... truly so intolerable to heaven and earth?"
Zhurong You's face was likewise grave and sorrowful. "Li Qingshan has only just broken through to the High-Rank Immortal King realm. He should have been the hope of the Twelve Tribes... Could it be that heaven wishes to destroy our Twelve Tribes?"
Gonggong Ye stood in the shadows of the crowd, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
His gaze swept over the endlessly churning black mist, his heart brimming with delight. "Li Qingshan... die! Once you die, no one will be able to stop me from obtaining the Heavenly Emperor's Legacy!"
Yet at that very moment.
Rumble!
The void above suddenly twisted violently.
Streams of utterly terrifying auras descended like the collapse of heaven and the cracking of earth, shrouding the entire Heavenly Realm Mountain in suffocating pressure!
The void was torn apart as four figures stepped out from within it.
At the forefront stood a white-haired old man clad in a golden robe. His features were kindly, yet he possessed an unfathomable majesty. Vast Space-Time Great Dao power swirled around him, as if he controlled the course of the Time River!
The second was a woman in courtly robes, dignified and beautiful, with an innate authority between her brows. Her dark-golden gown was embroidered with