The sky was torn apart by the chaotic light of battle, with flames falling all around.
Thunderous roars echoed through the heavens, sending the entire Wanling City trembling.
Outside the city, millions of beings stood together, looking at the sky, their eyes reflecting the flames.
"Why?"
"Why are they attacking us?"
This scene was utterly incomprehensible to many humans.
From ancient times until now, the people have always offered incense to the Immortals, never sparing words of praise.
Wanling Country hadn't done anything wrong; why would the Immortals attack them?
"Immortal Dao."
The conversation that resonated across heaven and earth provided the answer.
Everyone becoming an Immortal—was an existence not permitted.
"Mom, why can't we become Immortals?"
A boy asked, holding his mother's hand.
The mother shook her head, gripping the boy's hand tightly, watching the raging flames in the sky.
