Spiritual Energy Revival

"This is the power of a god!"

The white-haired man fell to the ground, cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead.

One had to know.

The blond elder and he were descendants of alchemists and witches.

They were also the people in the human world who possessed the most knowledge of mysticism. They had only lived until today by becoming living medicine vats, controlling the entire world.

When the white-haired elder died.

The man in white first trembled in fear, then began laughing madly.

"Hahahaha, he's dead!

I am the true master of the world!

As long as I destroy the Central Plains martial world, I'll become the king of the world!

You martial artists need to use true qi!

Give it everything you have and exhaust all your true qi!

I can still become the king of kings!"

The white-haired man roared like a madman.

He continuously ordered attacks, using the power of nearly the entire world to besiege a handful of superhumans. It was simply unbelievable.

Cannon fire rained down, blotting out the color of the sky.

These legends of the martial world had intended to strike again.

The white-haired man had vastly underestimated them.

From the Martial Arts Longevity Realm onward, both lifespan and true qi were virtually limitless. How could they possibly be exhausted so easily?

Beyond that, each step spanned a thousand miles, far beyond human imagination.

A Golden Core could forcibly shatter the void, while a Primordial Spirit was an immortal granted daylight ascension by heaven and earth.

What was more, some among them had already entered the Return to Simplicity Realm.

"There is no need to act."

A gentle voice rang out.

Not only did the legends of every generation hear it, and not only did the white-haired man hear it—everyone in the