At this moment, though earth-shaking tsunamis roared along the edge of the Primordial River Guarding Mountains and Rivers, beneath the pressure of three peerless powerhouses, they fell utterly silent. The whole world sank into a suffocating dead stillness.
This silence contained a mighty force oppressive even to Immortals, one that could erupt at any moment and devour everything.
Chen Xun did not move in the slightest. He merely stood calmly atop the Immortal Gate, suppressing the immortals in all directions, his presence as deep as an abyss and as grim as a prison.
Moreover, his aura was still rising without end. Winds and clouds shifted around him as Dao Accumulation flowed.
In the distant northwest.
Ouyang Boxiao slightly raised his head. A dull, ancient roar came from the River of Time of fate and fortune, as though some primordial giant spirit that had slumbered for hundreds of millions of years was awakening from the riverbed of time.
The roar shook time and space. In his eyes, calm as still waters, a surging battle intent flashed forth for the first time in ages, like a meteor tearing through the night sky and igniting the entire firmament in an instant.
Ancient Era.
One had to know that Futian had once been a hero who suppressed the immortals of the Three Thousand Great Worlds and openly went to war against the Heavenly Dao Will.
The passage of time had merely worn away the boundless ferocity in his heart; it had never erased the peerless bearing of that Ancient Era figure, one who could comprehend ten thousand methods and astound all ages.
Come at me together...
He did not like those words.
At that very moment, Chen Xun and Ouyang Boxiao's gazes slowly met across the endless void.
Rumble!
In an instant, the void