"This... what realm is this..."
Beneath the thunderclouds, Lv Baitian stood on his magic artifact, his face filled with fear as he looked towards the Origin Tree of Ephemera, talking to himself.
Even he, a ninth-floor Integration Realm, felt this way, let alone those whose cultivation levels were lower than his.
The disciples of the Supreme Sect below felt as if they were being pressed down by a tremendous weight, beginning their descent, which forced them to dissolve their formation.
"What are we really facing..."
"It can't be... it can't be... Could the Ephemera Sect truly have an immortal?"
"What should we do... Is there really no chance of winning?"
"We still have the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, once he arrives, perhaps there might be a glimmer of hope..."
While the disciples of the Supreme Sect still harbored a glimmer of hope, other sects plunged completely into despair.
