The vast world was filled with an ancient, primordial aura, and the roars of beasts rang out without end.
Layer upon layer of mountains rose and fell, shrouded in mist and steaming clouds, like colossal dragons lying in wait.
Towering black pagodas stood across the land, a breathtaking sight—majestic and grand, stretching on without end. Now and then, cultivation halls could be seen scattered among them.
It was said that in ancient times, every Futu Pagoda had been guarded by a peak expert. As the years passed, they fell one after another, leaving behind only the ancient pagodas they had built in life.
Yet even today, many Futu Pagodas still had masters.
This alone revealed the astonishing depth of the Buddha Ancient Clan's foundations.
With the sound of that ancient bell, the entire Buddha Realm erupted into a frenzy.
Amid the rushing wind, countless figures radiating formidable auras raced toward the Central Mountain Range, descending onto the reception seats prepared in advance.
The towering Main Peak rose like a giant sword propping up the heavens, piercing the clouds with an imposing aura.
Around the majestic mountain, one perilous peak after another encircled it like guardians. Stone seats had been carved into the slopes in dense rows, along with a massive white jade battle platform for matches.
The instant the mighty bell toll faded, all the experts felt something stir and turned their gazes toward the Main Peak. Atop the mountain range, billions of strands of spiritual light intertwined.
One after another, mysterious figures of immense power appeared, radiating vast, surging spiritual energy. Even the weakest among them had reached the Heavenly Sovereign level.
Nearly thirty Heavenly Sovereigns—and every one of them a Council of Elders member, an influential elder wielding immense authority. Each was an elite who had fought