"Senior Meng actually sent word asking me to return. It seems the Heavenly Emperor Wusheng and the others have summoned us."
The Ten-Crown King spoke. After tens of thousands of years in the Boundary Sea, he had reached the very pinnacle of the King Realm. So-called kings could not withstand even a single punch from him, yet he still could not glimpse that glimmer of emperor light. He lacked a sense of danger far too much. Those Heavenly Emperor-level figures in ancient history had probably been the same: without knowing that an Emperor Realm existed, they had likely become invincible among kings and proclaimed themselves emperors.
"There's no use searching any further. I might as well go back and take a look."
Meanwhile, in secret realms across other regions of the Boundary Sea, peerless beings at the pinnacle of the King Realm emerged one after another and set out on the road home.
A thousand years meant little even to mighty cultivators in the human realm, but today brought tremendous upheaval. Thousands upon thousands of True Immortals and Immortals gathered at the Central Ancient Hall. Were they going to attack that supreme great world?
For the younger generations in particular, this would be a momentous event that shook them to their cores.
Legendary figures from mythical ancient history appeared. The rulers of heaven and earth truly existed. The awe-inspiring Dharma Forms of Immortal Kings stepped upon time itself and gathered at the altar of the Central Ancient Hall. As the cultivators felt that kingly might, their primordial spirits nearly left their bodies of their own accord. They were horrified that such terrifying cultivators existed between heaven and earth. Even some newly ascended True Immortals could not remain calm. Their lives were no longer their own, but lay in another's grasp.