At the heart of the secret realm world stood a colossal mountain range, incomparably majestic and soaring thirteen thousand meters high. From afar, it resembled an enormous turtle sprawled across the land. Clouds and mist coiled around its peaks, making the summit impossible to see.
Anyone standing at its foot would feel incomparably tiny.
This mountain was Ancient Turtle Mountain.
At this moment, wooden barricades had been set up halfway up the mountain. Tens of thousands of guards from the Five Great Races stood watch here, their defenses tight as iron, preventing any unauthorized people from ascending.
"Have you heard what happened recently? Apparently, the sacred tree of our Five Great Races has vanished."
"I heard about it long ago. They say it was the doing of a human."
"What? What human has the nerve to do something like that? Is he not afraid of dying?"
"Apparently, it was a human named Xia Ping. The Drought Demon Clan chief personally went to kill him before, but he still managed to escape."
"How could that be? The chief is a King Realm expert, yet he couldn't kill a mere human?!"
"Who knows? Perhaps that human used some petty trick and caught the chief off guard. In any case, he escaped in the end. Chief Han Ge is still hunting him everywhere."
"Hmph, he sure runs fast. But it doesn't matter even if we can't catch him. Our Ancestor Altar will soon be completed. Once we contact our companions in the depths of the universe, that human will undoubtedly die."
"That's right. Once the armies of our Five Great Races press down upon them, where else can that human run? Not only will he die then—even every human connected to him will have to die."
"They imprisoned us for so long. It