The cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths felt as though they had plunged into an icy hell. The young cultivators were newborn calves unafraid of tigers, but some of the old Supreme Beings had personally experienced the battle at the End of the Ancient Immortal Era.
The Foreign Realm's strength exceeded imagination. Back then, some Kings had gone to intercept the Foreign Realm, while others had stayed to defend the Mother Realm. Even so, the enemy had still possessed overwhelming numbers with which to surround and kill the Immortal Kings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
What did an overwhelming advantage look like? This was it.
Ganging up on someone might be shameful, but it really worked.
"Heaven's will? How laughable that a mere ox would dare presume to speak of heaven's decrees."
The chariot forged from dawnlight immortal metal was covered in sword cuts and axe marks, coated in the dust of ages. It was ancient, creaking as though it might fall apart at any moment, yet a calm voice emerged from within.
The hearts of the cultivators from the Foreign Realm, the Nine Heavens, and the Immortal Realm jolted. Even Anlan, the Undying King who looked down upon the Nine Heavens, slowly raised his head and looked outside the chariot. For the first time, a grave expression appeared on his face.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were not putting on a mystifying act to deceive the Foreign Realm with an empty-fort bluff.
There truly was a living King aboard that chariot.
"Moo!"
The Yellow Dao Immortal Ox let out a long bellow and soared skyward, pulling the chariot as it thundered through ancient history. Radiance blazed and immortal mist surged, paving a golden avenue, as though the lord of all heavens were inspecting the