Behind the God Pavilion Master, vast spiritual energy roared, taking the shape of mountains and rivers.
"Spiritual energy taking the shape of mountains and rivers? Has that old geezer reached the Upper Realm?!"
Ancestor Wansheng, who held the White Jade Scepter, turned deathly pale.
Although Ancestor Wansheng looked like a feeble old man, the God Pavilion Master was in his prime.
In truth, having survived five Great Hunting Wars, the God Pavilion Master had cultivated longer than any sect leader in the Northern Realm. He was a bona fide old monster.
Otherwise, he would not have been hailed as the Northern Realm's strongest, said to be half a step from the Upper Realm and destined to become an Upper Earth Sovereign sooner or later.
But who could have guessed that the God Pavilion Master would advance so quickly?
"An Upper Earth Sovereign? Is that so impressive?"
Before the sect leaders could recover from their shock, Mandala—dressed in a black skirt and looking like a human girl—proudly thrust out her petite chest.
The next moment, a terrifying aura no weaker than the God Pavilion Master's spread from her delicate frame, clashing against those mountains and rivers of spiritual energy.
Another Upper Earth Sovereign?!
Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign, Ancestor Wansheng, and Demon Emperor—the three sect leaders—couldn't help cursing inwardly. Were people all breaking through in groups these days?
"Hm, you've reached the Upper Realm too?"
The God Pavilion Master, who had been acting as though everything was under his control, was also taken aback.
As the Northern Realm's strongest, he had been stuck just half a step from becoming an Upper Earth Sovereign for years, with only the final hurdle left.
The Great Hunting War had begun here, and the Heavenly Array Emperor's legacy had emerged. The God Pavilion had sent only the