Within the Desolate Realm, heaven and earth stood inverted.
The continent and sky were upside down.
On reddish-brown hills and cliffs that looked as though years of blood had stained them, cultivators from the Desolate Realm's many tribes, apart from the great royal tribes, coldly surveyed the skyful of streaking lights soaring up from the heavens below.
Within those brilliant, multicolored streaks, excited, savage faces could vaguely be seen.
"Hmph, a pack of inferior cultivators, and they dare dream of approaching the Ancient Wilderness!"
At the cliff's edge, a vicious-looking Savage Wilderness cultivator, over six meters tall, covered in bloody totem markings and sporting small horns, seized a boulder beside him with a hand the size of a pot lid.
His arm muscles swelled, veins writhing as surging blood energy gathered around him.
With a furious roar, he hurled the boulder, as large as a small hill, down toward the densest cluster of streaking lights, carrying overwhelming force like a meteor crashing down from beyond the heavens.
"Hmm?! Be careful, fellow Daoists! Those barbarians are attacking!"
"Hahaha, barbarians will be barbarians. How utterly laughable! They think a mere little hill can stop us!"
Beneath the billowing waves of fire stirred up by the falling boulder, a Nascent Soul Realm body cultivator with golden skin and flourishing blood energy looked up with a disdainful smile.
"Watch, fellow Daoists, as I smash it with a single punch!"
With that, lustrous, glazed-gold blood energy erupted from the burly, golden-skinned man.
A long dragon's cry shook the void. His blood energy transformed into an illusory dragon's head coiling around his fist, and he punched toward the meteor wreathed in a sea of fire with force that threatened to shatter the heavens!
"That's the Golden Light Sect's grand elder!"
"He once killed two demonic cultivators