The curtain of seawater collapsed, falling as a torrential downpour.
The view ahead of Jiang Chen opened up. He looked up and saw a vast stretch of sky stained crimson. A blood-colored figure stood above Penglai Immortal Island, and endless calamity began churning and spreading, as though it would destroy the world.
Many of the powerhouses who had arrived also gaped.
They were no strangers to this sight. Back when King Chen was still trapped in Formless City, this blood-colored figure had emerged from Penglai Immortal Island, only to be shouted back by a powerhouse from the Heavenly Dao Society.
Now that the world had returned to Daochang, perhaps it truly qualified to emerge.
Many looked solemn and backed farther away. Its oppressive presence was too powerful, even more terrifying than the peak Servant Gods who had besieged the Nine Provinces earlier.
This was clearly a top great power!
A terrifying existence capable of contending with the weakest Yin God.
The ancient great power also seized the opportunity to flee back within the bounds of Penglai Immortal Island. Standing behind the blood-colored figure, he looked darkly at Jiang Chen.
"Junior, Penglai's reserves are beyond your imagination. There's still time to retreat!"
"Heh, but prodigies like you tend to think very highly of yourselves. If you retreat now, won't it leave you with an inner demon for the rest of your life? Once your invincible heart is damaged, you'll never walk the Wudi Path again. Your future will be ruined!"
He spoke with a sneer, his vicious words leaving Jiang Chen caught between advancing and retreating.
Having just been chased all the way here, he had exhausted his trump cards and lost more than half his remaining lifespan. Though this ancient great power was still alive, he had already lost half