There could not be two suns in the sky.
That had been the truth since ancient times.
Yet today, above the Five Immortals Mountain Golden Summit, there were.
The brilliant great sun rising behind the head of the girl's Primordial Spirit filled the entire firmament in mere moments.
Golden flames surged, flowing unchecked.
Before such overbearing might, even the true sun hanging high in the heavens seemed dim and dull.
Like a timid spectator, it quietly drew in its radiance and hid deep among the clouds.
Even the five-colored poisonous mist generated by the grand formation was scorched into vapor.
At the summit, the vegetation withered yellow in an instant, then burst into flames and turned to ash.
The surfaces of the solid mountain rocks flushed crimson, showing faint signs of melting.
The five True Persons craned their heads upward.
Their necks were stiff, the corners of their eyes twitching wildly.
The Tower-Climbing Realm.
Those words signified transcendence beyond the mortal world, looking down upon all living beings.
Yet only now.
Did they truly understand that even within the Tower-Climbing Realm, the difference could be as vast as clouds above and mud below.
Just what sort of monster was this girl before them?
The phenomenon she manifested alone already possessed the might to reshape heaven and earth.
If they let this strike fall...
Yellow Centipede True Person's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
I'll die.
I'll really die.
Hundreds of thousands of years of Dao Cultivation, the immortality he had fought so hard to attain-all of it would likely end here today.
He did not want to die.
Even living like a dog was better than dying.
At that thought.
He said sheepishly, "I've noticed you take things rather seriously, fellow Daoist... We at Five Immortals Mountain simply enjoy a few