A thousand years later.
Supreme Unity Borderlands.
The Alliance's cultivators of the myriad races had waited for a long time. Great formations spread across the land, and killing formations shook the world.
But at this moment.
They had not awaited Wang Qicang. Instead, they had awaited more than a hundred Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Venerables!
"Who?!"
"Haha, break the formation!"
"Bore through it!!!"
Rumble—
Heavenly lightning flashed, and the rules of Tiandi trembled in an instant.
Wang Qicang was currently carving a bloody path toward them. His eyes suddenly widened as he cried out in horror, "Everyone!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Hum—
Figures streaked across the sky from both sides of the mountains and rivers. They carried world-shaking killing light; before they arrived, blood had already reached him. Their only cries were low roars: "Brother Wang, go!!!"
"Brother Wang!"
"Brother Wang, kill your way out!!"
"Do not let us down!"
"Kill—"
Wang Qicang's black hair danced wildly. Dozens of figures instantly swept past both sides of him. His eyes reddened. Without a word, without looking back, he surged toward the gap in the great formation until he saw several old friends using their bodies to hold back the formation's self-repair.
"Heh..."
One old friend had crimson blood pouring from his nose and mouth, as though he were baring a bloodthirsty smile. One hand weakly rested upon Wang Qicang's shoulder before finally falling limp, leaving only a scarlet bloody streak across it.
He had wanted to say something, but he could no longer force out the words.
Wang Qicang's lips trembled. There was no longer time to look any further. He took one fierce step across the border.
Supreme Unity Immortal Domain borderlands.
Three Immortals lowered their gazes, their brows faintly furrowing. Forget it. Take him down.
Yet just then.
A Dao