Blessing or calamity?

In the span of just three days, time passed like a white colt flashing through a crack, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Mo Chen once again stood tall at the very center of the Martial Arena.

The eight divine beasts were already fully armed, standing ready in solemn formation.

The auras emanating from them were deeper and heavier than before, as though each of them had become the supreme ruler between heaven and earth, every movement possessing the power to shake the heavens and earth.

Mo Chen suddenly shouted two words, "Set off!"

This command was like rolling thunder from above the nine heavens, exploding with a crash that resounded throughout the universe.

In an instant, accompanied by earth-shaking thunderous roars, Mo Chen and the eight divine beasts vanished from the Martial Arena in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterward, they soared into the sky, transforming into nine dazzling streaks of brilliant light that shot straight beyond the nine heavens under the gaze of countless people across the Immortal Realm.

At that instant, the entire Immortal Realm fell silent.

All the immortals in high positions emerged from the Immortal Court. Their expressions were exceptionally grave and solemn as they raised their heads in unison to gaze at the sky.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the Netherworld was equally tense.

Led by the Nether Emperor, the chief gods all stared intently at the heavens, their hearts filled with unease as they wondered what Mo Chen's journey into the chaos would bring.

The Demon Realm was no calmer.

Numerous powerful demon gods stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in silence.

The demon gods of the Blood Pool Demon Realm also wore complicated expressions, each seemingly lost