At that moment.
Above the towering Domain Pass, the heavens seemed to freeze.
Four figures stood in the void. The aura of Finality radiating from them swept downward like a tide, pressing so heavily on the surrounding space that it seemed to solidify.
Especially the one in front.
The elder wore a black robe embroidered with flood dragons, their shadows seeming to swim across the fabric. Countless strands of dark-purple lightning intertwined around him. Every flash seemed to hold enough power to shatter stars.
The other three stood behind him in a triangle. Though they held their auras somewhat in check, they were no less imposing. They gazed down at the crowd with indifference.
"These six progenitors..."
The black-robed elder at the front spoke slowly, his voice rolling across the sky like muffled thunder, every word distinct. "They dare not enter the fray themselves, so they push the young forward again... Are they repeating the same old play?"
Behind him, a gaunt elder chimed in with a sneer. "Those progenitors only dare huddle inside the origins of their own Great Worlds. Would they ever dare descend in person to the Border Region?"
A figure shrouded in hazy green light sneered from the other side. "They want to form an alliance? They should ask whether we agree first!"
The last elder, dressed in blue, said nothing. He merely turned his icy gaze downward, as though it could freeze everything it touched.
The four spoke one after another, surveying the assembled powers of the heavens as if no one else were there. They looked down on thousands upon thousands of cultivators as though they were nothing.
"Ancient Ancestor Lei Tuo!"
The Swallowing Sun Monster Ancestor's projection jolted, his voice thick with undisguised shock. "You... You've actually appeared here?!"
Ancient Ancestor Lei Tuo!