The True Immortal Realm had no shortage of formidable figures. Upon hearing of the war across ten thousand realms, they felt not a trace of fear, only the determination to rush straight to the battlefield, afraid that arriving a step too late would rob them of the chance to face the heroes of the world. Even some True Immortals secretly set out.
Within a barren mountain.
Wang Qicang secretly performed a divination. His expression became quite a spectacle, turning green one moment and white the next, as he muttered gravely, "Eternal Ancient Heaven Realm, don't tell me the masterminds who stirred up this war across ten thousand realms were all disciples of your Eternal Antiquity Dao Lineage."
He had a Dao body outside and had personally witnessed the beginning of this war.
Yet he had seen absolutely no affection between fellow disciples, no schemes of Eternal Antiquity, only the ruthless resolve of "Farewell, fellow disciple." The terror of this war, with experts from ten thousand realms emerging together, could not even be described as experts from countless trillions of races joining the fray. It was the experts of billions of races from one Immortal Realm after another emerging together!
Anyone who recklessly joined the battle could be blasted into thin air by its aftershocks without anyone noticing, because life was the cheapest thing in this war.
He let out a deep sigh, his eyes still flickering with disbelief at how outrageous it all was.
He had once envisioned a clash between heaven and earth, a great Dao competition, but had never imagined that lower-realm cultivators from the Eternal Ancient Heaven Realm could stir up such towering waves. They had all but unleashed an overwhelming tide, rolling toward the True Immortal Realm with crushing pressure.
But the most outrageous part was