"Impudent! Courting death!"
A heaven-shaking roar rang out, and a figure appeared directly in the void.
He was a man with teal-green hair. His aura flickered unpredictably, while wind Dao resonances swirled around him, so concentrated that they affected reality itself and altered its laws.
With his appearance, heaven and earth seemed to become wind—nothing but wind.
A colossal phantom emerged, forming an incomparably enormous serpent. It bore wings, entwined with tempests, its scales glinting, every single one interwoven with ten thousand Daos. The instant it appeared, an immense pressure descended, like black clouds crushing a city, like a storm at the end of the world. Even at the stronghold on the other side of the battlefield, where Qing'er and the others manifested the image of Coiling Dragon Mountain, they felt that trembling aura. Even the space beyond this side was affected; winds answered, winds blew.
That was a Soaring Serpent, one of the ancient primordial species of the Primordial World.
That was a Mystic Immortal.
A Grand Mystic Immortal!
The moment he appeared, his mere aura was already enough to suppress an entire stretch of heaven and earth.
In an instant, the hearts of the female Celestial Immortal cultivator and the others sank. The might with which Li Su had severed Coiling Dragon Mountain in a single strike had filled them with extreme pressure.
The Immortal Realm!
Though Celestial Immortals and Mystic Immortals were separated by only one realm, the actual distance between them could already be described as that between entirely different forms of life.
Tense. Tense.
Watching the scene displayed in the mirror, they clenched their fists, their palms sweating.
Unlike the spectators, Li Su, standing directly before the Soaring Serpent, raised his eyes and responded.
Starlight flowed, and the stars converged.
The void spanning ten thousand