Above the firmament, accompanied by a continuous, low, and heavy roar of thunder echoing between the earth and the high heavens, a pitch-black continent wreathed in crimson flames was slowly falling.
The gate of the Taiming Sect, the Void-God Mount Tuori, was so colossal that as it rose from the nether-seas of the Netherworld, it resembled a giant mythical Kunpeng born of cloud-qi, looming over the entire Jiankong mountain range. At this moment, it was slowly emerging from the clouds.
The violent winds and the compressed atmosphere acted like a physical tsunami, slamming into the earth. Like an invisible giant’s hand, it swept away plains, cities, and mountain peaks. Even powerful Martial Artists had their robes whipped into disarray, snapping loudly in the gale. It was a dizzying sight, enough to induce the illusion that the grand wars between immortals and Heavenly Demons—the stuff of ancient legends and myths—were unfolding before one's very eyes.
Chapter 782