The moment he burst out of the enormous vortex, he saw a sky thick with dark clouds, lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Countless magic treasures crisscrossed overhead, their thunderous clashes unending.
Some tore through the dark clouds and descended from the sky, their bodies wrapped in lightning; others gathered the surging waves of countless mighty rivers and hurled them skyward.
Across the boundless sea, waves towered as high as the heavens in some places, while elsewhere the surface lay as smooth as a mirror, without a ripple.
Amid energy impacts like raging, mountainous waves, Heaven and Earth essence surged like a furious sea, terrifying beyond measure.
Every so often, cultivators fell beneath wave after wave of attacks and perished. Some even had their souls scattered, their bodies reduced to nothing.
What was this place? Lu Feng was shocked. The scene before him was far too terrifying.
Although he could sense that even the strongest cultivators seemed to be no more than Daluo Golden Immortals, and he saw no beings powerful enough to defy the heavens, such a scene of raging warfare could never have appeared on the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Continent.
Through the white-hot battle, he could occasionally hear the clear calls of horns and the ceaseless thunder of war drums, while stronger cultivators directed the fighting.
These hardly seemed like cultivators at all. They were more like armies of mortals.
Lu Feng had never imagined cultivators fighting like armies, yet it was happening right before his eyes.
The entire world seemed to be a battlefield. Only the place where he stood was relatively peaceful.
After examining his surroundings more closely, Lu Feng discovered something even stranger.
Countless cultivators fought on the battlefield, yet at a glance, none seemed to belong to the Human Race-or, rather, the Immortal Race.