As each formidable cultivator arrived, the entire Ancient Wilderness was shrouded in an aura that made hearts tremble.
Within the Divine City.
Gu Qingyang sat cross-legged, his mind wandering as if his spirit traveled beyond the heavens.
The Asking Sword lay across his knees, emanating waves of Emperor's Might, causing subtle distortions in the surrounding space.
"They have come!"
Chen Mountain gazed into the void, sensing the presence of many powerful auras, and felt an immense pressure.
Among these auras, it wasn't that many were stronger than him, but their sheer number was overwhelming.
In Chen Mountain's perception alone, there were roughly twenty auras at the Quasi-Emperor level.
The remaining auras were merely at the Saint level, yet their numbers were comparable to those of the Quasi-Emperors.
In other words.
This battle.
The major Sacred Lands and dynasties had laid bare all their resources.
