At the same time, in the Pristine Waters.
An incomparably vast sea stretched across the Second Great Mortal World, its waters were deep enough to swallow mountains, and its waves were capable of overturning entire cities.
Even Nascent Soul cultivators, once they fell into the Pristine Waters, would be dragged down into the abyss.
At this moment, between the Southern Continent and the Central Continent, the entire sea was roaring.
*Rumble!*
Endless thunder descended from the heavens as dark clouds covered millions upon millions of miles, completely obscuring the sun.
Countless bolts of lightning intertwined within the clouds, resembling enormous silver dragons traversing the sky. The thunder was so violent that even the surrounding space trembled faintly, the void cracking apart inch by inch.
At the very center of the storm, several figures stood suspended above the sea, their expressions incomparably solemn.
