Whitewater Mountain.
The sky gradually brightened, with ten thousand zhang of rosy clouds and golden qi filling the heavens.
Within the Great Void, a single star suddenly descended, growing ever larger until it finally transformed into pavilions, terraces, towers, and countless scenes of cave abodes.
It was Profound Void Heaven!
At this moment, two masses of watery light were tangled together within Profound Void Heaven. A White Ze and a Flood Dragon could vaguely be seen battling each other.
A Grotto-Heaven inherently possessed the ability to conceal itself. If it could now be observed, it meant only one thing!
The Grotto-Heaven—was about to fall!
Rumble!
The Great Void and the present world intersected. Countless silver-white spatial rifts emerged, while miniature mountains passed through the cracks, their size continuously expanding—
In the end—Profound Void Heaven collapsed with a deafening roar!
Terrifying fluctuations spread out in an instant, and Yinglong's envoy bore the brunt of them.
The two envoys, the Attendant Deities—at the instant before the Grotto-Heaven descended, had blatantly perished together.
Or rather, White Ze had relied on the advantage of the terrain to drag Yinglong's envoy down with him into the Great Void.
Crash!
As the Grotto-Heaven merged with the present world, immortal mountains abruptly appeared one after another around Whitewater Mountain, expanding this mountain range outward by another hundred li.
Countless pavilions and towers, jade halls and celestial palaces—some ruined, some intact—stood upon the immortal mountains. Hundreds and thousands of rosy lights blossomed from them, each wreathed in immortal qi.
Crash!
Countless vapors rose and transformed into a torrential downpour, seeming ready to turn all of Southern Wu into a vast marshland—
This scene immediately drew the remaining cultivators from the nearby battlefield, who pounced upon it like a swarm of locusts—
Within a certain palace, a faint tremor