At this moment.
The region spanning hundreds of millions of li had been divided into countless battlefields. The Immortals of the Ten Wastelands wore solemn expressions as they stared toward this Human Race Dao Lord. If he wished to join the battle, he was free to try!
That surging, tidal momentum blotted out the sky and covered the earth, stirring the winds and clouds of heaven and earth into changing color.
Even the weakest Immortals here, the Three-Tribulation Immortals, dared to stare directly at this Eight-Tribulation Dao Lord. Neither their Dao Hearts nor their gazes held the slightest fear.
The Human Race...
An Overlord Clan that had stolen the Origins of all living beings beneath the Three Thousand Great Worlds. In other words, their ancestors had been plotted against by this clan and left in an exceptionally miserable state. Immortals, beings who should have towered into the heavens, had instead grown ever more mediocre in later eras, even showing fear. Utterly absurd.
Even the Heaven-Defying Ancestors had been deeply disappointed in those generations of Immortals.
But those who transcended tribulations, proved the Dao, and became Immortals—those who dared to resolutely cast aside their lifespans and abandon everything—how could they display such ugliness?
No wonder the Immortal Origin consumed had grown more intense as the years advanced. So it was the Human Race stirring trouble from behind the scenes!
The Immortal Realm had taken shape.
The Immortals of the world's Overlord Clans had been fully unleashed, yet the Human Race had leapt over countless Overlord Clans in a single bound, ascending to become the strongest race in the Three Thousand Immortal Domains. No one was a fool; everyone could calculate what had happened.
Though the Human Race was powerful now, it had also found itself in the same predicament as the