At this moment in the Cultivation World, whether mortals or cultivators, no matter which continent's creatures, all put down what they were doing, craning their necks eagerly to watch the Four Ancient Immortals, transforming into a four-colored stream of light, fleeing far away, out of sight.
Even the most keen-sighted cultivators cannot stand on one continent and see another.
"Are the Four Ancient Immortals going to break the seal?"
"It should be, right?"
Although there were speculations when the Four Ancient Immortals appeared, after all, it was just a guess; who would dare to conclude without witnessing it themselves?
Just as everyone was in doubt, a series of dull thunderclaps sounded overhead, and dark clouds obscured the sky.
"Why is there sudden thunder?"
