Elder Zi looked toward the Return Ruins and understood the crux of the matter. "The Return Ruins are vast; no one has ever set foot there. Yet such a filthy place is precisely where those unorthodox cultivators would thrive. So if a Primordial Unity Realm expert truly emerged from within, it would not be strange. Besides, anyone capable of commanding these powerful figures must surely be in the Primordial Unity Realm."
"That makes sense. We just don't know what this Primordial Unity expert truly wants," Chen Yang said as well.
As Chen Yang and Elder Zi spoke, the battlefield had already turned into a living hell.
Countless undead and strange races charged forth from the Return Ruins. The Primordial World refused to be outdone, dispatching armies to resist them and sending powerful experts to contend against them.
Yet no matter how fiercely they fought, the Primordial World's cultivators ultimately held the upper hand. After all, they possessed the advantage of fighting on their home ground.
Vast amounts of deathly qi were sealed away, countless foul auras cast aside, and innumerable traces of power suppressed.
Suddenly, the toll of a bell rang out.
Bell waves surged forth from the Return Ruins.
The sound waves spread like ripples over water. Wherever they passed, everything fell still.
The spreading foul qi and clashing divine arts all froze beneath the sound waves, then crumbled apart.
As the spatial ripples swept across the area, the many combatants were left aghast, retreating one after another.
Clang...
The bell rang again. Within the spatial ripples, Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water seemed to evolve. Cultivators such as Shi Hao were shaken back by the sound waves, while the countless battling armies were crushed apart by them.
Terrifying—utterly terrifying.
Yet as those sound waves spread, the entire Primordial World