At the ruins of the Flowing Cloud Immortal Valley.
In the vast, empty battleground, streams of divine light and immortal energy surged like roaring dragons. Blinding flashes of celestial light frequently erupted within the void, their brilliance and destructive force radiating for miles.
This once pristine battlefield had now become submerged in a sea of chaotic energy. Numerous figures, each an immortal, moved like specters amidst the dense fog, unleashing their divine abilities and engaging in relentless combat. Some wielded treasures, like a West Continent cultivator holding a tower to suppress a whole region. Others controlled elements, like an East Continent cultivator manipulating extreme ice to freeze hundreds of miles.
The chaos of the Xuanming Immortal Realm was beyond description, as countless sects had joined the fray, creating a scene akin to a gathering of vengeful spirits. The once clear skies were now filled with endless slaughter.
