Battle of Celestial Immortals

No matter where they were, no matter whether they were friend or foe, everyone seemed frozen in midair, unable to move. They only felt that this clash had seemingly destroyed the entire universe, returning everything to its origin.

Their bodies, souls, and even all things, whether existent or nonexistent, were washed clean in one stroke.

The higher one's cultivation, the more clearly one could sense the great terror, great calamity, and immense power within it!

The collision of the three did not erupt with dazzling phenomena. Instead, all their power vanished completely, as though it had entirely canceled itself out, without the slightest display of force.

The greatest sound was silent; the greatest form was formless.

"Is this the power possessed at the pinnacle of the immortal path?"

Yang Jian muttered to himself. The next moment, however, he felt somewhat troubled. With humanity's current level of technological development, they could not withstand even the slightest lingering aftershock from Lu Ren and the others' battle.

Just the immense power carried by Lu Ren raising his hand and bringing down his sword was enough—merely looking at it made Yang Jian feel as though every inch of flesh in his body, even every cell composing his body, was unconsciously trembling at the encounter with a higher level of life.

Seeing Yang Jian trembling uncontrollably beside him, despite his primordial spirit being solidified, unable to control his own body at this moment.

Sun Wukong of the present age, who had once been a Celestial Immortal, glanced over. In the end, he reached out and pressed a hand onto Yang Jian's shoulder. His voice was low, yet carried an inexplicable depth.

"Don't look too much at such things. Only after stepping into the Celestial Immortal realm will you understand what a Celestial Immortal truly is."