At this moment.
The region spanning hundreds of millions of miles had been divided into countless battlefields. The immortals of the Ten Wastelands wore solemn expressions as they stared at this Human Race Dao Lord. If he wished to join the battle, he was welcome to try!
That surging, tide-like momentum blanketed heaven and earth, causing the winds and clouds to change color.
Even the weakest immortals here, the Three Tribulations Immortals, dared to meet the gaze of this Eight Tribulation Dao Lord. Neither their Dao Hearts nor their eyes held the slightest trace of fear.
The Human Race...
An Overlord Clan that had stolen the origins of the Myriad Spirits of the World from the Three Thousand Great Worlds. In other words, their ancestors had been cruelly schemed against by this clan. Immortals, beings towering into the heavens, had grown ever more mediocre in later ages, even showing fear. It was absurd beyond measure.
Even the Heaven-Slaying Ancestor had been bitterly disappointed in those generations of immortals.
Yet how could those who crossed tribulations to prove the Dao and become immortal—those who dared resolutely cast aside their lifespans and abandon everything—display such ugliness?
No wonder the immortal origins consumed had grown ever more intense as the years advanced. So it was the Human Race pulling strings behind the scenes!
The Immortal Realm took shape.
The immortals of the Overlord Clans throughout the world were completely unleashed, yet the Human Race had leapt over countless Overlord Clans in a single bound, ascending to become the strongest race in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories. No one was a fool; they could naturally calculate the whole truth.
Though the Human Race was flourishing now, it had also entered the same predicament as the Ancient Immortal Clan of that year.
If you dared