High in the sky.
Rifts and black holes constantly shifted, healing and splitting apart.
Chaotic matter seeped through the cracks, swiftly evolving into all manner of natural disasters and calamities.
Yet the sounds of impacts from beyond the world grew ever more distant, as though the beings outside had chosen to give up.
And at that moment, on the border between the Sen Kingdom and the Chen Kingdom.
The battlefield, where fighting had raged fiercely just moments before and Nascent Soul cultivators had periodically met gruesome deaths, now fell eerily silent.
Whether Guan Ao, Qu Zhongqiu, and the other Great Jin cultivators, or the Evil Gods and Incense Dao cultivators nearby.
All stared blankly at the young cultivator who had stepped out of the Teleportation Array.
Shock, bewilderment, disbelief...
Countless emotions intertwined.
Among them, Qu Zhongqiu's feelings were extraordinarily complicated:
No wonder... Master Xun valued him so highly before, even making an exception to reinstate the defunct position of Chief Director for him...
After their initial astonishment, Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi could not help glancing back at the expressionless Ice Daoist before looking at the young cultivator again, an involuntary sense of seas turning into mulberry fields rising in their hearts.
That little Foundation Establishment fellow of yesteryear could now slay an Evil God with his saber...
But then they came to their senses.
Wait! It hasn't even been a hundred and fifty years since our Senior Nephew joined the sect. This, this...
Realizing this, both were shaken!
In less than a hundred and fifty years, a Foundation Establishment cultivator had quietly climbed all the way to the Nascent Soul Realm.
Never mind that the Myriad Laws Lineage was inherently time-consuming, laborious, and difficult to cultivate.
Even with an ordinary inheritance, anyone who achieved such speed would qualify to