The morning mist over Zichen Mountain had yet to disperse when a sharp whistling sound tore through the air from afar, shattering the mountain's tranquility. An outer disciple of Xuan Chen Mountain stumbled down outside the hall, his face pale and his breath disordered. He had clearly traveled a great distance and expended a great deal of immortal power.
"Disciple has an urgent matter to report to Master!" The disciple bowed toward Zichen Hall, his voice trembling with urgency.
At that moment, Xuan Chen was seated cross-legged within the hall, contemplating the bottleneck of the Mid-Stage Primordial Golden Immortal realm. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes. A streak of Chaos Light swept across the disciple. "What has you so flustered? Speak slowly."
The disciple steadied himself and hurriedly said, "Master, news has come from outside. The Dragon-Han Calamity has entered its final stage! The Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan have fought for ten thousand years. They have now suffered grievous casualties and their strength has declined greatly, forcing them to withdraw from the heart of the Primordial World and retreat to their respective territories!"
"Oh?" A trace of surprise flashed through Xuan Chen's eyes before he sank into thought. The Dragon-Han Calamity was the first world-shaking catastrophe since the Primordial World had come into being. As the most powerful races in the Primordial World, the three clans had fought one another for supremacy over the land. This war had lasted tens of thousands of years, and he had not expected it to finally reach its final stage.
With a wave of his hand, a stream of Chaos Power flowed into the disciple's body, restoring his immortal power. "Tell me in detail. What is the current state of the three clans?"
Feeling his immortal power rapidly recover, the