Disaster had never been suffering... It was how one survived within disaster, walked against the current, and even found opportunities amid catastrophe to break free from a predicament that was the right path for cultivators.
"Immortal blood..."
A calm madness flickered in Wang Hou's eyes. He saw the mountains and rivers transform in an instant—fortune born from the fall of immortal blood. "Find it!"
Buzz—
Wind rose beneath his feet as he skimmed rapidly along the ground.
Yet there were quite a few cultivators like him. Wang Hou's heart tightened, and his vigilance surged. Not only did he need to guard against the aftermath of the Immortal War, but he also had to beware of these cultivators seeking the opportunity of immortal blood.
Outside the Mirroring Heaven Pavilion, at the Eternal Ancient Shop.
Tun Shi sat casually atop the roof, gazing into the Immortal Firmament. Immortal light occasionally bloomed from his purple-gold pupils, his aura soaring into the sky. Even the unintentional rhythm of his flesh and blood carried an indestructible feeling. That sitting posture alone was terrifyingly powerful!
A battle involving more than two thousand immortals... was indeed rare, but he had seen quite a few.
His gaze was profound as he sensed the eight directions. With the immortal and devil armies moving in, Fallen Star City had likewise descended into chaos. The slaughter had begun.
Since ancient times, the Immortal Dao and Devil Dao had been incompatible within the Six Harmonies Immortal Territory. As immortals fought in chaotic battles above, the Immortal-Demon Conflict below also began.
Boom!
Suddenly, massive fragments of a Dharma artifact fell from the Immortal Firmament. A sharp gleam flashed through Tun Shi's eyes as he punched the sky. A vast wave of force stretched across the eight desolations, and the falling artifact wreckage exploded