"Six-Crowned King Ning Chuan, standing lofty across time itself, looking down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. He will surely suppress his foes and slay several descendants of Sinful Blood!"
In the outside world, someone spoke softly, filled with expectation, believing firmly that Ning Chuan, undefeated through six lifetimes, would continue to be invincible this lifetime, crushing all rivals.
At Fallen Immortal Ridge, a great battle was imminent.
Without a doubt, this was the most closely watched conflict among the geniuses of the Three Thousand States since their entrance into Immortal Ancient a year and a half ago. It was a battle involving supreme figures vying for dominance.
The mountains were lush, with towering trees and giant vines encircling them. The exposed stones had a dark red hue, rumored to be stained by Immortal Blood.
All four masters stood in the void, exuding overwhelming pressure. A terrifying aura filled the air, growing increasingly oppressive.
