The term "desolate Dao Domain" does not refer to a specific Dao Domain, but rather to the name used by the Upper Nine Domains for those places with scarce spiritual energy. To them, these places with sparse spiritual energy are considered filthy even to look at.
But today, this desolate Dao Domain is filled with divine light, and countless streams of light cross layers of void, illuminating the universe as if it were daytime.
Ancient warships loomed overhead, exuding an aura of antiquity that captivated all things in nature.
Each mountain peak, exuding a rich aura of laws, was now occupied by terrifyingly powerful individuals. These warriors came from various holy land-level forces and had been waiting here for the opening of the vast ancient road.
"This is bound to be a fierce battle. In just one day, no fewer than thirty holy lands and sects have arrived. The once high and mighty holy lands and sects are now everywhere."
"What exactly is the origin of that Bronze Immortal Palace that has attracted so many forces to fight over it?"
"Nonsense, it's already been mentioned that it's the Bronze Immortal Palace, so it must be related to immortals. Otherwise, do you think these holy lands would have nothing better to do?"
"What? It's actually related to immortals?"
"Those who have come now are probably just small fry, but you will soon see what a true behemoth is!"
Surrounded by mountains, martial artists gathered for a heated discussion, their expressions filled with excitement. Such a cluster of sacred sites was a rare sight throughout history.
Upon hearing the last sentence, some people scoffed and showed mockery.
The Holy Land is already at the top of the masses, yet it's still considered a minor player?
Does this person know the concept of a holy site?
Zhou Xuanji looked at the mocking expressions of the crowd and said nothing. They could not imagine what the birth of this immortal palace represented.
Rumble
Just then, a deafening sound suddenly came from the heavens.
Ancient warships, comparable to planets, emerged from the cracks, their vast aura sweeping across the heavens and earth. Some forces that had not yet had time to escape were shattered into blood rain by this terrifying aura.
"Ah, Lin'er"
"I want you all to be buried with Lin'er!"
A mournful cry echoed through the void as a colossal blade of light, capable of blotting out the sky and influencing all phenomena, slashed directly towards the ancient warship fleet that had appeared earlier.
The sword light transformed in the void into a vast white tiger, countless times larger than a warship, its gaping maw seemingly capable of devouring everything in heaven and earth.
"It is the White Tiger Blade Master, a supreme expert at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. His White Tiger Blade Technique once allowed him to single-handedly fight and kill three Quasi-Saint Venerables of the Demon Clan, achieving a remarkable record."
"Judging from the reason why Venerable White Tiger attacked that unknown force, it must be because Venerable White Tiger's beloved disciple, Feng Lin, just perished."
"Feng Lin? That Feng Lin who ranked ninety-ninth on the new generation of geniuses list of the Three Thousand Dao Domains?"
"If Fenglin hadn't perished, becoming a saint wouldn't have been difficult. Perhaps when the Great Struggle begins, he might even have had a chance to glimpse the ranks of the strongest. I never expected him to fall like this."
"Just who is that force? How can they act so domineeringly? You should know that anyone qualified to come here today is no ordinary person. Even those holy lands and sects would not easily offend someone who can come here."
Everyone sighed at Feng Lin's death; a prodigy ranked ninety-ninth in the Three Thousand Dao Domains had died so tragically.
It should be known that the number of geniuses in the Three Thousand Dao Domains is far more than just a few stars.
Those who rank ninety-nine are already considered remarkable; as long as they don't perish, they can go very far on the path to sainthood.
What's even more alarming is that this newly emerged force completely disregarded them, as if they were nothing more than insignificant insects or ants!
Because...it's exactly the same way they treat ordinary people.
Just as the enormous white tiger phantom in the sky was about to fall, a beam of divine light shot out from the vast fleet of ships, shattering the space along its path with an aura of destruction. At the moment of collision with the white tiger, a dazzling explosion, like fireworks, resounded.
At the same time, a young man dressed in a light green feathered robe stepped out from the center of the ship.
He was handsome and extraordinary, with a powerful aura. A mysterious mark was faintly visible on his forehead, and a faint smile played on his lips. His eyes were indifferent, looking down on all living beings from a high and mighty position.
Surrounding the young man were several terrifying divine guards, all of whom were quasi-saints. They respectfully protected the young man in the middle. One of them had opened an eye on his forehead, which contained terrifying destructive power. The divine light just now was emitted by this person.
"You are very good."
"If you are willing to become my servant, I will forgive and forget what happened before."
The young man spoke calmly, his expression arrogant, as if being noticed by him was an immense blessing.
"You bastards, you killed Lin'er, I'll kill you all!"
High in the sky, amidst dense dark clouds, an aged figure appeared, wielding a large, glowing white tiger-shaped sword.
The old man knew he couldn't handle these people alone, so he chose to take a gamble and undergo his holy tribulation here!
He cultivated for three thousand years, and in his early years, he fought against the demon race, which made him too many enemies. When he became a Quasi-Saint and his name was known throughout the three thousand Dao Domains, he returned home only to find that his clan's land had already been retaliated against by the demon race, and his parents, wife and children had all perished.
He took up his sword and stormed into the demon territory, killing three demon quasi-saints before going into seclusion in a small village, where he lived out the rest of his life in a daze.
But... it wasn't until that boy appeared that he rekindled his hope for the world.
He called him "Grandpa," and the old man taught him swordsmanship, literacy, and unique skills and supernatural powers. He protected him as he grew up, watching him fight against the scions of noble families, defeat the true disciples of holy lands, and become famous throughout the three thousand Dao domains.
The old man originally thought he would pass away first, but he never expected that his "grandson," whom he had watched grow up, would die because of an aftershock. It was simply ridiculous.
"Insects, how dare you resist my Celestial Race!"
"Kill them."
The young man's gaze was indifferent, as if he were crushing an insect, without the slightest fluctuation.
As soon as the words fell, a colossal hand grasped the old man in its palm, and under the old man's resentful gaze, it gently squeezed...
Blood rained down, and a being at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm perished just like that.
"How is this possible? Venerable White Tiger has actually perished like this?"
"What is the background of that young man, and what race is the Immortal Spirit Clan?"
"I understand, I understand, they are from the Nine Divine Realms, and the Immortal Spirit Clan must be from the Immortal Spirit Divine Realm!"
"Shut up! Stop discussing that person. If the people of the Immortal Spirit Realm hear us, we might end up keeping the White Tiger Venerable company."
The martial artists gazed at the god-like youth in the sky, their eyes filled with fear.
Even the major holy sites fell into a deathly silence.
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