And that Immortal Mountain—
Had not moved so much as an inch.
Its towering form remained majestic, cosmic spiritual energy still swirling around it like tides, as if everything that had just happened had merely been an illusion born of the starry sky collapsing on its own.
"This mountain cultivates the Great Dao?!"
An Immortal sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes trembling. In that instant, he had felt the terrifying augmentation of Great Dao Immortal Power—it was outrageously absurd!
Several years later.
They gathered once more, and at last, a trace of seriousness appeared in their eyes. They no longer dared underestimate the thing stretched across the universe.
A hundred years later.
Rumble—!
A world-shaking wave of destructive turmoil erupted from the cosmic river of stars.
Nine figures were fleeing frantically.
Their faces were filled with terror, as though they had encountered some supreme horror.
The mountain had come alive!
And dozens of Immortal Corpses and Immortal bones lay strewn across its slopes.
"Fellow Daoist, we came from the Chaos Sea of the Immortal Realm and belong to the Holy Palace, blessed by True Immortals! The lower realm is already decaying—please, do not slaughter one another here!" A vast voice rang out with fierce urgency.
The owner of that voice was still fleeing wildly. He had encountered the Great Dao's strangulation—such a method was simply unheard of and unseen!
A distant mountain.
A man in azure robes stood atop its peak, his expression tranquil as he muttered, "Judging by the current frequency and numbers of lower-realm cultivators from the Ancestral True Immortal Realm, it seems they are preparing to reclaim the Three Thousand Universes in full."
"They have come for the Heaven and Earth rules of the Three Thousand Universes." A deep, aged voice came from within the mountain.