And this man
was Ling Fuye, the peerless prodigy of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains who had endured until the third round all those years ago.
Back then, the immortals of the Ling Clan and the myriad immortals of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains stood behind him. After every battle, Immortals personally healed his wounds and analyzed the races, talents, and divine abilities of the enemies he would face next.
Yet that battle had still ended in utter ruin. His bones and sinews had shattered, his Dao Foundation had been destroyed. The cultivation arts of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains had long fallen out of step with the Immortal Realm, leaving them crushed in every respect.
That figure who had looked down upon all things remained an inescapable shadow over his Dao heart. He had been too strong—so strong that Ling Fuye could not imagine any possible way to defeat him. That was despair!
That generation's final battle.
He had gone.
Their figures could no longer be seen clearly, nor could their Dao arts be understood. He had only seen that those two already possessed methods capable of slaying Immortals. They had not even become Immortals yet, but their fleshly bodies had long possessed the constitution of Immortals, while their laws and mana had already carried the resonance of the Great Dao.
Such terrifying combat was no different from a Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains fighting an Immortal. There was no chance of victory whatsoever.
Even now.
He had seen Wang Qicang's strength, yet he still could not see any ability in him to defeat those monsters of the Immortal Realm. After half a day of battle, he had already seen through every bit of Wang Qicang's strength and methods.
Forget it...
That remnant of