The True Immortal Realm had no shortage of formidable figures. Upon hearing of the war across the Myriad Realms, they felt not a shred of fear, only the resolve to rush to the battlefield at once, afraid that one step too slow would leave them unable to contend with the heroes of the world. Some True Immortals had even secretly set out.
Within a Barren Mountain.
Wang Qicang silently calculated with his fingers, his expression becoming wonderfully varied, now green, now white. He muttered gravely, "Eternal Ancient Heavenly Realm, don't tell me that the masterminds behind this war across the Myriad Realms are all disciples of your Eternal Ancient Dao Lineage."
He had a Dao Body outside and had personally witnessed the beginning of this war.
Yet he had seen no fellowship between disciples whatsoever, no Eternal Ancient scheming—only the murderous resolve of "farewell, fellow disciple." The horror of this war was beyond description. Experts from the Myriad Realms had emerged together; even the countless races of billions upon billions could not describe it. It was the countless races of one Immortal Realm after another emerging in full force!
Anyone who joined the battle carelessly could be blasted into thin air by the aftermath without anyone noticing, because life was the cheapest thing in this war.
He let out a deep sigh, his eyes still flickering with absurdity and disbelief.
He had once imagined Tiandi clashing and Great Daos contending, but he had never imagined that cultivators from the lower realms of the Eternal Ancient Heavenly Realm could stir up such towering waves, nearly forming an overwhelming tide that rolled toward the True Immortal Realm with crushing force.
But the most absurd thing was that they had never intended to bring the True Immortal Realm, the Three Thousand Universes, or