The Immortal Mountain had collapsed?
What kind of outrageous joke was that!
At those words, every Great Power present felt a profound sense of absurdity well up deep within, finding nothing remotely funny about this joke.
Since ancient times, an Immortal Mountain and Blessed Land had formed its own grotto-heaven, an independent space of the utmost stability and peace. Even if the outside world was rife with war and calamity, it would only gradually feel their influence, and would be the last place affected.
What was more, this was Immortal Ring Mountain, the Mountain Gate headquarters of a great sect. Immortal Emperor Xuanling had subsequently claimed it and transformed it into the Immortal Kingdom's Heavenly Court, the seat from which he would soon rule the myriad heavens and worlds.
How could a place like this possibly collapse? How could they let it collapse?
Yet the violent tremors that kept coming from beneath their feet told them, unmistakably, that this was real.
This Immortal Mountain truly was on the verge of collapse.
The cultivators hurriedly took flight and fled the palace. Then they saw what appeared to be an invisible ripple spreading through the air in every direction. Every mountain and building it touched immediately crumbled, sending smoke-like dust scattering everywhere.
Amid thunderous crashes, peak after peak toppled. The Celestial Palaces perched upon them were torn apart and dismembered like mortal buildings struck by an earthquake.
In the blink of an eye, the Palace City's courtyard walls, pavilions, and towers became ruins.
Only the Array Dao's Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation still struggled to hold on. Its restrictions and magic arrays remained operational, but they could not withstand the surging fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air. It seemed that towering, terrifying waves were battering heaven and earth, and before long, even the