Before the Spirit Shrine.
Vast Heavenly Sounds descended one after another. There was no lament in them for their own passing; instead, they carried an unyielding resolve that soared into the heavens. On the boundless immortal path, where was there any place for clinging to life and fearing death? Once, they had been like this—but now...
They took the lead. Even in death, they would use their passing to tell those who came after them: the immortal path allowed only relentless advance. They had to reclaim the eternal spirit that the descendants of Kai Tian had lost. The Immortal Realm's True Immortal Path had opened—how could they shrink back?!
And this scene was merely a microcosm of the billions of races and billions of powers across the Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
After enduring countless ages.
The Three Thousand Immortal Territories had long since become a melting pot of races. Countless foreign races, powers, and experts existed there, as did countless native Innate Lifeform races of the Immortal Realm.
But now.
A faint sentiment of exclusion was gradually rising. Quite a few ancient Immortal Realm races had begun making contact in silence. Even the Longevity Families had begun openly taking their seats at the table, and the Ye Family had become one of their representatives.
Beyond the heavens.
Within a patch of nothingness.
Nanhua was covered in exhaustion, sunk in a state of slumber.
Fang Chen had smashed the cauldrons and sunk the boats.
He dispatched the experts under his command, along with Outer Domain experts, to begin purging the Eternal Immortal Gate. He had already thoroughly studied this immortal gate and was preparing to wipe it out in one sweep. He had also done all he could to protect it, leaving him with no spare strength for anything else.
"Dao