As the storm arrived with the force of a falling mountain and overwhelming sea, Han Yi didn't hesitate for a single instant, invoking the Four Origins Dao Technique. A layer of gray-white light emerged on the surface of his body.
Around him, countless cultivators that had just soared into the sky from their palaces wore expressions of shock on their faces as they hastily activated their defensive magic skills and spiritual treasures to withstand the storm.
In an instant, glittering lights filled the Immortal Castle, splashing color in all directions.
A voice echoing with profound Immortal Might roared out. The haste behind it was clear even to low-level cultivators.
Before the voice faded, rays of Immortal Light had already risen from various points in the Immortal Castle, escalating and converging in all directions.
