Northern Wasteland Mound, Border Tavern.
Han Feng held his empty wine cup and listened to the cultivators around him argue animatedly. A smile tugged at his lips, and he relaxed.
The Endless Fire Domain.
He tossed a crystal of Supreme Spiritual Liquid onto the table and stood.
Xiao Yan had already established himself there. He had even seized the sacred flame from the Fire Spirit Clan to assert his authority. Clearly, Han Feng had nothing to worry about.
Han Feng took a step, his figure dissolving into flecks of golden light that silently merged with the bustle of the tavern.
The Great Thousand World was vast, its countless realms rising and falling.
Even the old powers that stood at its summit would eventually face another reckoning.
At the heart of the Great Thousand World lay the Maha Continent.
This was the ancestral land of the Maha Ancient Clan, one of the five Primordial God Clans.
The eternal Yin-Yang Dao Providence enveloped the vast continent. Black and white energies revolved endlessly across the sky, holding the ancient void in deathly silence.
Across its boundless territory, Ancient Clan palaces stretched on like mountain ranges.
Countless Maha experts cultivated in seclusion there, drawing in the yin and yang essence of heaven and earth. Their strength, accumulated over untold ages, was enough to chill any outsider.
Since the ancient wars had ended, the Maha Ancient Clan had stood among the foremost powers of the Great Thousand World. It looked down upon the myriad races and rarely launched conquests of its own.
Today, however, this ancestral land, silent for countless ages, erupted without warning with Dao might as fierce as a towering demonic flame.
Rumble!
The void across the entire Maha Continent shook violently.
Endless black and white divine light surged skyward, tearing through