"Who is that?"
"What a composed spirit. Tsk, a Qi Condensation cultivator..."
"Hmm? Who is that lad?"
"Venerable Elder, a cultivator from the Three Thousand Immortal Territories."
"He hardly looks like one."
"Fellow Daoist of the human race, is he a cultivator from your Immortal Borderland?"
"No. How could our Three Thousand Immortal Territories have such a cultivator? I wonder which fellow Daoist seeks to smear our Three Thousand Immortal Territories by presenting a Qi Condensation cultivator. Such a tactic seems rather low."
"Heh, heh... then let us watch a little longer."
"Impressive movement technique."
The heaven and earth pressure overwhelmed the world. Wang Qicang's tiny figure resembled an ant in a storm, yet the tempest did not affect him in the slightest. He seemed to teleport along the mountain path, merging his aura with the Dao mountain and directing its myriad currents of qi to make his own way.
He seemed to have grown stronger during his flight.
At the summit.
The Three Thousand Realms Battle Platform suddenly unfolded, magnificent and boundless, sending a flicker of astonishment through countless heavenly prides of the myriad races. The battle intent of heavenly prides from ages past still lingered on the platform. This was no mere contest of spells-it was an unparalleled opportunity!
"Begin the battle!"
Roar!
The eyes of the countless trillions of cultivators in Ancient Sky Immortal City flew wide open. Their thunderous roars shook the heavens, and the myriad borderlands of the Immortal Realm erupted at that instant. Even breathing seemed to stop.
In no more than the blink of an eye.
Over half the contests on the Three Thousand Realms Battle Platform had been decided. The sight made hearts pound with dread; even divine sense could not react in time. The gulf between the combatants was like