By the time Yun Qing and his party crossed dune after dune, the Heavenly Origin Platform was already in sight.
Far away, at the edge of the heavens, stood an immense platform-no, it was so enormous that "platform" hardly described it.
Its broad base resembled a mountain, rising tier upon tier, each densely engraved with ancient blood runes. Its summit vanished into a churning sea of clouds, where a pillar of purple-gold light could faintly be seen piercing heaven and earth, holding this world's fortune and laws in check.
Yet Yun Qing and the others faltered slightly.
Because the way ahead was blocked.
The only route to the Heavenly Origin Platform passed through a relatively open plain, and at that moment, two figures were locked in fierce combat above it!
One was wreathed in crimson flames, a phoenix's cry ringing through the nine heavens, every strike carrying heat that could burn the sky and scorch the earth!
The other was entwined in dark-gold lightning, a dragon's roar shaking the wilds, every punch bearing enough force to shatter mountains and split peaks!
These two prodigies of the demon race were fighting as though heaven and earth would crumble. Their battlefield shifted constantly, leaving shattered rocks and trees reduced to ash in their wake.
Even more speechlessly absurd, over a dozen different kinds of flying magical artifacts were parked every which way along this unavoidable route to the Heavenly Origin Platform. They clogged half the sky, countless cultivators standing or sitting in little clusters, craning their necks to watch what lay ahead.
A buzzing chorus of discussion filled the air, occasionally punctuated by cheers of "Good hit!" and "Give him another!"
The space between Yun Qing's brows twitched almost imperceptibly.
This scene...
"Eldest Brother?" Noticing his pause, Yun Tianluo cast him a