In the totem camp, grandmaster-realm youths like the five-colored strange beast and the three-headed giant beast stared coldly at Qin Ming's retreating silhouette, watching him depart in absolute silence.
One side's heroic paragon was the other's mortal foe. That single young man had slain eight totem seeds all on his own, intimidating every other young contender so deeply that none dared enter the ring.
After a moment, several totems could no longer hold back and broke the quiet.
"This is intolerable!"
"The worst part is that the lunatic declared he would take on every single opponent of his realm all by himself. And in the end... not a single soul managed to stop him. He walked away from the battlefield completely unscathed!"
The higher-realm youths among the totems harbored a chill in the depths of their eyes, thick and unyielding.
Even decades from now, the mere memory of this would likely leave their chests tight with bitter frustration, feeling as if a bear had pinned them down and rubbed their faces in the dirt.
Moreover, in the depths of the night mist world, countless grand organizations were closely watching this enclave, and the paramount powerhouses of supreme civilizations had opened their blood-red eyes.
A creeping sense of guilt began to weigh upon the totem camp's youths. After suffering consecutive defeats, the other top-tier civilizations might look down on them, which could trigger unpredictable and delicate shifts.
On the battlefield, Xie Xiyan, Wen Dao, and Wei Shouzhen strode forward like three standing mountains, slowly closing in on the totem camp.
Their status was profoundly transcendent. Having initially obtained Yujing's supreme heritage, they were regarded as pillar figures among the younger generation, fully capable of slaying grandmasters.
Some even quietly speculated that among the three, someone might have already broken through the shackles to become a true grandmaster!
Qin Ming's silhouette vanished, teleported back into the Mountain and Sea Realm by the Golden Board.
Over on Yujing's side, countless voices buzzed with fervent discussion, heaping immense praise upon him.
Up to now, he was still an unaffiliated rogue cultivator. Plans to recruit him as a son-in-law or have Earth Immortals take him as a disciple had already been listed as top priorities by the peak dao arenas.
In this battle, Qin Ming had practically wiped the floor with his early Fourth Realm adversaries, leaving the young standouts of the totem camp in sullen silence.
"If I don't work harder, he'll soon become a real threat to me," Cui Chongxiao murmured gravely.
If that abandoned child reached the Fourth Realm, he would undoubtedly heap immense pressure onto him.
His own talent was indeed exceptionally outstanding. Approaching thirty, he had already broken through to the Netherpassage seventh heaven—an astonishing pace.
Otherwise, how could he have been accepted as a disciple by Xi Tian, the renowned "Heavenly God" of the esoteric sect?
Xi Tian had shaken Yezhou for centuries as a pioneer exploring the frontiers of pathfinding. Alongside Chu Canglan, a True God who had stepped into the Seventh Realm, he was celebrated as one of the esoteric sect's "Unrivaled Duo."
With eyes set so high, ordinary prodigies could never hope to catch his notice.
Cui Chongxiao felt a heavy weight in his chest. It seemed to him as though the abandoned son were a fiend rising from the abyss, about to break free from his plight and step into the public eye, showing clear signs of gaining momentum.
Cui Geng, the Cui clan's ancestor who resided in the Sixth Realm, had not missed this great battle. Having been conscripted, he cast a deep, searching glance toward the direction where Qin Ming had vanished.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, Qin Ming appeared atop a graceful peak. White immortal mist coiled about the area, drenched in the resonance of Dao and sealed off from the outside world. He knew he had returned to his private domain.
This was nothing less than his personal dressing room, where he could let his true self emerge.
He calculated that without him saying a word, the Golden Board would summon him again. After all, with the ultimate showdown approaching, it would certainly solidify the reality of his name being inscribed on every roll.
Qin Ming's bones popped softly as his physique shifted slightly, growing an inch taller. His frame appeared somewhat slender and graceful, though far from fragile. The Realm Faction was about to go online.
He mused that under normal circumstances, his persona as Slaying Through the Thirty-Six Heavens with a Single Sword would probably have no chance to appear—unless a bloody, reckless war suddenly erupted between the two supreme civilizations, engulfing the entire enclave.
No one knew what realm the Realm Faction actually occupied. Qin Ming did not hold back, channeling all the essence, energy, and spirit attached to the ragged cloth back into his physical body.
In an instant, surging blood qi churned within him, and exuberant life force returned. His condition had never been better.
Qin Ming clenched his right hand, feeling strong enough to crush a six-tusked white elephant with his bare grip. Pure Yang blood qi spilled from his skin, weaving a layer of sacred, patterned brilliance.
He hypnotized himself: *I am the Realm Faction. I walk the esoteric sect's divine path.*
Outside, many gasped as Yujing's core disciples, Yun Jianyue and Wu Qingyuan, were called forth by the Golden Board. The two had actually taken the stage.
Originally, only those two bore the title of core holy disciples.
Without question, their status was transcendent.
The young man and woman stepped forward, both enveloped in dazzling divine halos like two radiant suns slowly rising. Under the scrutiny of all eyes, their arrival immediately ignited fervent chatter.
Before long, other voices rang out across the Mountain and Sea Realm.
"Where is the Realm Faction?"
"What about Slaying Through the Thirty-Six Heavens with a Single Sword, or Withered Wood Meets Spring Again? Why haven't they appeared? Bring out those top-ranked figures to take part in the final battle!"
At first, only a handful shouted, but more and more voices quickly joined in.
"Judging by the name 'Withered Wood Meets Spring Again,' they probably aren't of our generation and might be quite advanced in years."
"I want to see One Sword fight! I still remember him toppling the Black Tower civilization's experts single-handedly and defeating their holy disciple. Why hasn't he come?"
The Mountain and Sea Realm erupted in a cacophony of clamor.
After all, both the Realm Faction and One Sword had performed far beyond expectations back then, overpowering senior titans like the Heavenly Venerate, the Old Barbarian God, and the Bodhi Saint within the same domain.
"My urge for completeness is flaring up! Since Taiyi has shown himself, let the Realm Faction and One Sword take the stage too!"
Undeniably, this call carried immense momentum.
The Golden Board remained serene, offering no reply.
Moments later, someone floated a possibility: "Could it be that the Realm Faction and One Sword are also too old to take part?"
Some suspected the pair were peerless Earth Immortals stationed on the Seventh Realm old monsters' battlefield.
"After seeing Taiyi take the stage, we made assumptions, thinking the two adjacent top-rankers were also young. It seems we were mistaken."
Hearing this, the Golden Board felt it could no longer remain silent or keep up its reserved demeanor. Yujing's domain was brimming with talents as numerous as crossing carp; how could it squander such a prime opportunity to display them?
"The Realm Faction shall participate."
"One Sword, stand on standby!"
As the decree sounded, everyone across the Mountain and Sea Realm was utterly astonished. Those two top-rankers truly were of the younger generation.
In the blink of an eye, golden light unfurled into a path, ushering a young man clad in crimson armor before the battle lines of both armies.
The Golden Board said, "Wait to the side for now."
It fully demonstrated what it meant to have an abundance of remarkable talent. Yujing produced prodigy after prodigy, almost leaving the board paralyzed by choice, unsure of whom to deploy.
"He is the Realm Faction? He walks the divine path system. Back on the Sword Contention Platform, he shone with peerless radiance."
Many gazes converged on the stalwart, handsome young man standing firm in the field. Unfortunately, they could only see his crimson armor glowing, his face concealed by a visor.
At that moment, Li Wanfa, Wei Shouzhen, and Wen Dao all looked his way. They sensed that this was someone capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with them and slaying grandmasters!
Bathed in immortal light, Yun Jianyue stood slender and poised, bright as the morning sun rising through dawn clouds, radiant as a lotus emerging from clear ripples. She, too, turned her head to observe.
In the past, one of her avatars had fought under the name Heavenly Immortal, only to be defeated by the Realm Faction on the Sword Contention Platform.
The Golden Board spoke, breaking the silence and prompting everyone to withdraw their gazes for the moment: "Xie Xiyan, Qian Cheng, take the field. Hold nothing back."
Everyone was startled. Xie Xiyan made sense given his lofty status, but who was this Qian Cheng? To think the board would send him forward on an occasion like this.
The Golden Board selected another champion, declaring, "Is anyone taking the field in the Great Grandmaster domain? Changxi, you shall take action."
Clearly, it had no desire to waste time and wished to bring this trial exchange to a swift conclusion.
The crowd blinked in surprise. The name Changxi had also appeared on the New Board, occupying an extremely high rank. People had also uncovered her other identities, such as Guanghan.
Qin Ming fixed his eyes on Changxi. She was the woman from the divine shrine within the Fourth Perilous Land, Xiao Wu's homeland.
Looking back, the two had once sparred, after which Changxi had hosted him with Fragrant Mist Tea, and he had obtained the scriptures revised by the silk book method patriarch from her.
Naturally, Qin Ming knew how formidable Changxi was. She was proficient in the arts of various paths and remarkably skilled even in the Newborn path's methods, having once unleashed the Sky-Severing force, which ranked alongside the Rulai force.
Veiled in moonlight, Changxi appeared ethereal and detached. She glided forward gracefully, and as she raised a hand, a lunar wheel materialized at the tips of her pristine fingers. She intended to challenge the Great Grandmasters of the totem camp.
Suddenly, violent thunder erupted nearby, resembling a heavenly tribulation. Dense clusters of thunder talismans dispersed the night mist and filled the void.
A giant beast detonated on the spot, blood raining down and bone fragments scattering in a charred heap. This had been a renowned grandmaster of the totem camp, yet only moments after taking the stage—he had exploded?
Spectators across both camps were dumbfounded.
Many had just shifted their attention toward Great Grandmaster Changxi, only for the battle on the flank to conclude in a flash.
"It's that Qian Cheng!"
Over on Yujing's side, the crowd burst into an uproar.
How could this virtually unknown young man be so terrifying? Moreover, his style was utterly overbearing, opening with the most unyielding, supreme Pure Yang thunder talismans.
"What just happened? I barely looked away, and he already blasted a grandmaster to death? Terrifying!"
Many were stunned. This Qian Cheng had been completely obscure before, yet his very first strike was a devastating blow, slaying a giant beast grandmaster in his debut.
"Did that match even last fifteen exchanges?"
"Not even half that!"
"Damn, is an old monster reliving his youth? How terrifying!"
Not only was Yujing shaken, but the opposing side also fell into stunned silence.
The totem camp had already suffered successive losses. They had dispatched one of the most frighteningly renowned experts among their youths, only for him to perish so swiftly.
Misfortune piled upon misfortune. Already at a disadvantage, they had just taken another heavy blow to the head.
The Golden Board's earlier words—"The younger generation contends for the future"—echoed once more in their ears.
Could it be that unless they humbled themselves in the future, they would be wiped out by the next generation of Yujing's people? Seeing the performances of Taiyi, Qin Ming, Qian Cheng, and the others, that truly seemed possible.
Even the Totem Sacred Mountain became shrouded in dark clouds, sensing a bleak outlook. Some of the younger generation's elites had been artificially nurtured and elevated to altars ahead of time, yet they still could not withstand Yujing's peers?
With a thud, Xie Xiyan's opponent went flying backward. The golden-haired woman was covered in fissures, struggling to stand and swallowing precious medicine in an attempt to keep her body from falling apart.
Yet it was already too late. Her slender frame was like paper, burning from the inside out as light leaked through the cracks in her flesh.
With a resonant boom, she disintegrated, scattering a rain of blood everywhere.
The light of her consciousness could not escape either, seized by a great black hand Xie Xiyan thrust forward, extinguished in a void that consumed all radiance like a black hole.
"Who dares fight me?" Wen Dao, Yujing's third core holy disciple, volunteered to enter the field. He was an extraordinary talent recognized by the old mountain strongholds in the heavens, permitted to claim the third flower of the Great Dao.
A colossal man stepped forth, looking as if he had emerged from an abyss. Tall and burly, his heavy footsteps made the ground quake wherever he walked, bringing with him vast shadows that merged his figure into the darkness.
Without a single word, he engaged Wen Dao in immediate combat.
The clash was exceptionally bloody and brutal, like two young gods and devils tearing into each other. Each ripped off one of the other's arms, tore open chest bones, and sent several broken ribs clattering to the ground. In the end, both were sent flying backward, the light of their conscious souls visibly dimmed.
The two retreated and did not reenter the field.
No one blamed Wen Dao. The power he displayed was terrifying, far exceeding normal bounds and no weaker than Xie Xiyan's; his opponent had simply been absurdly strong as well.
An Earth Immortal remarked, "That giant doesn't seem to follow the totem system's path. He looks more like a true abyssal creature. Did you enlist outside help?"
"Mind your tongue!" an old totem replied.
Wu Qingyuan entered the ring. As one of Yujing's two original core holy disciples, he was quiet and composed, surrounded by auspicious clouds, his figure shining like a sun.
He was confident yet cold, as if standing atop the ninth heaven, detached from the mortal world. Without a word, he raised a hand toward the opposite side, issuing a challenge.
From the deep rear of the totem camp walked a strange avian beast. It resembled a roc, but instead of golden wings, it bore two colors—black and white—its wings draped like a yin-yang diagram.
The moment everyone laid eyes upon it, they instantly sensed danger, their hearts sinking.
"That seems to be... a pureblood roc, but mutated. It might be even more terrifying!"
On Yujing's side, an aged Earth Immortal spoke with a solemn expression, having noticed the anomaly. Not every old monster was qualified to step onto the Seventh Realm battlefield.
Even a holy disciple as proud as Wu Qingyuan grew grave upon sensing the creature's aura, treating it with utmost seriousness.
Sure enough, once the battle erupted, he found himself hard-pressed. Before long, his armor shattered, his shoulder was soaked in blood, and his neck was torn open.
The mutated roc transformed into a young Daoist. His strikes seemed to shatter the heavens, causing the night sky to blur, warp, and collapse.
During the brutal exchange, the young Daoist swept out his wide sleeves as if enveloping the firmament, blotting out the sky. Heavenly thunder and astral winds manifested together, crashing down in unison.
"Suspected to be the Myriad Thunder Talismans of Absolute Beginning!" Qian Cheng exclaimed in astonishment.
With a deafening boom, the wide sleeve swept over like a storm cloud, engulfing core holy disciple Wu Qingyuan. Despite darting across the expanse, Wu Qingyuan failed to evade it, swallowed by thunderous light and astral gales.
Moments later, Wu Qingyuan flew backward, his body torn apart and his Pure Yang consciousness nearly extinguished. At the critical juncture, a special weapon on his person awakened on its own, sweeping him away to safety.
"Yujing's holy disciples are nothing more than this!" the young Daoist remarked calmly.
A special weapon was also awakening on his body, ready to handle sudden changes at any moment. Bathed in immortal brilliance, he spoke little, overbearing and formidable.
An old Earth Immortal stated deeply, "These are definitely not the methods of your totem camp!"
"You are simply ignorant!" a Seventh Realm old totem retorted, refusing to admit it.
Many on Yujing's side realized that their foes had reinforcements and that another supreme civilization might be backing them from behind the scenes, which was why they dared to invade.
The Golden Board spoke: "It is of no consequence. Do not blame the external environment. We anticipated this day long ago and have always been prepared to take on those crimson dao arenas in the depths of the night mist world single-handedly. Who will be the hunter remains to be seen."
At this moment, Yun Jianyue walked forward. Yujing's foremost core holy disciple went to battle in peak condition, her Heavenly God and Heavenly Immortal avatars united as one, finally stepping forward in person.
On the other side, Changxi found no opponent, as none of the totem camp's Great Grandmasters accepted her challenge. A giant beast declared they would wait until the grandmasters finished their duels.
In truth, once combatants at their level traded blows, life and death were inevitably decided. The totem system's Great Grandmasters felt this trial exchange was nearing its end and saw no need to meddle in the final moments.
The young Daoist transformed from the mutated roc was called back, not engaging in a decisive battle with Yujing's top holy disciple.
The Golden Board stated, "What, people from another supreme civilization have arrived, yet you cannot bear to let your core holy disciple continue the fight? Are you worried?"
It paused briefly, then added, "If you wish to test our mettle, feel free to enter the field."
An aged voice replied, "We merely came to lend a hand out of past sentiment. We have no intention of waging all-out war with your Yujing."
"Hypocrites!" the Golden Board judged.
Then, it called forth troops again, naming Tang Yushang along with a previously unheard-of Yin Tian.
Additionally, the third match among the Seventh Realm old monsters concluded with another victory for Yujing.
The Golden Board called out Zhuo Kun, sending him to fight the fourth match.
Anyone who understood this Zhuo Kun's origins felt their hearts shake violently.
He was the most senior figure among the old mountain strongholds in the heavens and one of their strongest. In his prime, this old monster had been known as a half-step Heavenly God.
In fact, when the various divisions sealed the heavens above the nine skies, Zhuo Kun had been invited out of seclusion. The old mountain strongholds had spared no expense, using the sap of the Great Dao Tree to restore his vitality so he could suppress the world.
Beyond doubt, this old monster was terrifyingly powerful.
Above the night mist sea, the matches between Seventh Realm old monsters carried immense weight, concerning the balance of power in the present era.
Refusing to accept defeat, the totem camp dispatched one of their top-ranking totem gods.
The instant the two old monsters soared into the sky, the firmament was torn asunder, radiance illuminating heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, the Golden Board transmitted its voice to Tang Yushang, stating it would temporarily sever her bloodline shackles, placing her in a fully revived state for one month.
"Can't you sever them permanently?" Big Tang asked.
The Golden Board solemnly reminded her, "Breaking the bloodline shackles of the Lord of Yujing ultimately depends on yourself!"
Tang Yushang and Yin Tian took the field separately, challenging any potential outside reinforcements.
Subsequently, the Realm Faction Qin Ming and core holy disciple Yun Jianyue were also dispatched.
With a thunderous crash, the battle between the old monsters beyond the heavens concluded in record time. Zhuo Kun proved peerlessly valiant, living up to his reputation as the strongest enforcer who had once carried the supreme treasures of Star Mountain, Zixiao Cave, and Thunder Marsh Palace to suppress the immortals on the mortal plane.
Not long after the fighting began, he had suppressed and slain that totem god—even faster than the younger generation's duels—directly deciding life and death.
At this moment, the Totem Sacred Mountain shook violently, dark clouds roiling across it, its mood thoroughly unsettled. It had heard that Yujing City had vanished and assumed this supreme civilization was completely decayed, not far from its end.
It had come to reap advantages and establish its might, having also accepted benefits from other supreme civilizations to conduct this paid test. It had believed this would yield multiple benefits, only to kick an iron plate and nearly shatter its foot.
Among the totem camp's youths, there seemed to be very few outside aids; few took the field out of friendship. As a result, Yun Jianyue, Tang Yushang, and Yin Tian swept through their respective opponents.
"Hiss, Tang Yushang and Yun Jianyue's arts are remarkably similar. They might as well have been taught by the same master, looking more like martial sisters than any of the other holy disciples."
"That is Yujing's most core heritage!"
At the same time, people realized that this Yin Tian was equally extraordinary, his methods profound and subtle. Having never been heard of before, he was truly an undiscovered talent rising from obscurity.
Though the Realm Faction drew widespread attention upon taking the field, no opponent stepped forward to challenge him.
Qin Ming felt quite regretful at having earned not a single battle merit.
This was primarily because the clamor surrounding his appearance had been too loud. Many within the Mountain and Sea Realm had shouted to the Golden Board demanding his deployment, making his adversaries hesitant.
The young experts of the totem camp had clearly heard the key term "top-ranked," naturally making them deeply wary.
In their eyes, the battles between the Seventh Realm old monsters were likely drawing to a close, and their own matches would not continue for long. There was no need to risk their lives at the final moment.
Qin Ming murmured to himself, "I never imagined there would come a day when I could deeply intimidate opponents through my name alone!"
After cleanly defeating her opponent, Tang Yushang floated back, untouched by the dust of the mortal realm.
When Qin Ming looked over, she simply lifted her chin and cast him a faint glance.
Anyone unaware of her true nature would certainly take her for an aloof goddess, projecting an aura of infinite distance.
Qin Ming knew all too well that it was all an act.
Before others, Tang Yushang was an aloof goddess, carrying herself with poise like an immortal maiden descending to the mortal world. Yet in private, she was thoroughly down-to-earth; she had once been beaten to tears and would even lodge petty complaints after a bitter defeat.
Watching her dignified demeanor now, Qin Ming almost burst out laughing.
"Saint!"
The Golden Board called out once more, summoning the silk book method patriarch, one of the sources of the Chaos force—the Saint of Pugong—to fight the fifth match.
A great red dragon carried the old saint, whose temperament had grown cold and devoid of smiles, soaring into the heavens. From above came his indifferent voice: "Who will fight me?"
After waiting briefly, the saint asked again, "What, does no one dare?"
Dark clouds churned atop the Totem Sacred Mountain, reflecting its foul mood. Among the Seventh Realm old monster duels, only one had ended in a draw, while they had lost three consecutive matches. If word of this reached the depths of the night mist world, their system would surely become prey.
If they wanted to avoid being targeted and looked down upon by all sides, the totem camp would likely have to ally with other supreme civilizations in the future—or more precisely, become semi-subordinate.
The Totem Sacred Mountain wanted nothing more than to curse aloud.
It had been swayed by a certain supreme civilization and grown reckless. Though it had gained many benefits, muddying itself in these waters had brought losses far outweighing the gains. The outcome was quite miserable.
For it had shown everyone that while the totem civilization seemed imposing and possessed a massive foundation, at crucial moments, it was utterly useless!
This time, it had completely exposed its own shortcomings.
Various parties had promised benefits to have them test Yujing's strength, only to find that even an emaciated camel remained bigger than a horse.
"Even after Yujing City vanished, how can they still be this strong?" The Totem Sacred Mountain was bewildered and enraged, thoughts flashing through its mind.
Recently, the totem civilization had maneuvered smoothly, maintaining good relations with all sides. Flattered to the point of believing it could truly take down Yujing, its halo had now been stripped away, leaving it at risk of plunging into the abyss.
Gazing into the distance, the Totem Sacred Mountain demanded, "Didn't you claim you wanted to hunt the Yujing camp? If not now, when do you plan to strike?"
At this moment, a Seventh Realm clash erupted across the firmament. A peak-level totem proved unyielding, soaring into the night sky to confront the saint who had cultivated Chaos force to great completion.
Rumble!
Above the heavens, it was as if heavenly thunder detonated. Terrifying radiance intertwined, tearing the night curtain to shreds in an immensely frightening spectacle.
Qin Ming's heart trembled. True to his status as one of the sources of Chaos force, the saint was indeed extraordinary; the mere aura he released allowed Qin Ming to capture exceptional Dao resonance, granting him insights.
At the same time, he understood that this saint had kept a low profile in Pugong for many years before declaring he had stepped into the Seventh Realm; he had probably broken through long ago.
After all, rumor had it that the Old Rulai had obtained a fragmented grotto-heaven and encountered a great fortune. Otherwise, he could not have reached such heights and would have exploded long ago.
Rumble—
Chaos force poured down like immortal thunder, ravaging the expanse above the night mist sea. That totem detonated, sending a rain of blood scattering in all directions.
"Stop!" the Totem Sacred Mountain roared.
Yet in the night sky, a massive palm coiled in chaotic celestial light scooped up that totem's conscious soul light, dragging it into boundless darkness.
The saint's supreme Chaos force possessed a devouring property. While it might not refine Pure Yang consciousness for personal use, it could crush, obliterate, and cast it into the abyss.
The Totem Sacred Mountain shook. Beneath it, one hundred and eight divine phantoms hoisted it into the firmament, unleashing boundless might without restraint.
At the same time, the young giant beasts, abyssal phantoms, and old monsters preparing for combat were all summoned back, standing atop that colossal mountain.
The Golden Board projected a grand voice: "You wish to wage all-out war with me? It seems your losses have driven you mad. Knowing your own plight, could it be you were forced to agree to the unreasonable demands of other supreme civilizations?"
Simultaneously, Qin Ming, Tang Yushang, and the others were all ushered back into the Golden Board's Mountain and Sea Realm.
With a tremendous roar, the Totem Sacred Mountain expanded, growing ever more immense as if to crush the firmament and dispersing the entire night mist sea as it barreled toward the Golden Board.
No one had anticipated that the grand decisive battle would erupt so abruptly.
Originally, differing supreme dao arenas would strive to avoid direct conflict between two major systems. Now, it was unavoidable; a clash of the highest order was about to unfold.
"This..." Qin Ming was alarmed. Then, he felt the special weapon on his person—the five-colored treasure fragment—detach on its own and hover beside him.
Gleaming with five-colored light, it spoke: "Take it all in. Across countless grand eras, a spectacle like this rarely occurs even once. If you survive, the harvest in your future will be immense!"
Qin Ming asked, "You aren't fighting alongside me? You're going to act on your own?"
The fragment replied, "Right now, your realm isn't high enough. Your presence mainly serves to provide me emotional value and awaken the self I once was."
Rumble!
In the distance, beyond the pitch-black Totem Sacred Mountain, a magnificent silver sea emerged. It appeared another supreme civilization was joining the fray.
Worried, Qin Ming asked, "Can Yujing hold out?"
The five-colored treasure fragment answered, "Say what you will about Yujing, it remains one of the strongest civilizations. It has always been prepared to take on all opponents at once. Just wait and see!"
Terrifying fluctuations rolled in from even further away, so ominous that even many old Earth Immortals sensed trouble brewing!
Crash!
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, a nine-colored iceberg manifested. Ancient coffins within were about to emerge, already cracking parts of the thick ice.
"This is..." Qin Ming looked on in shock.
The five-colored treasure fragment said, "Old lovers. Accumulated over so many years, there are quite a few of them. The grand era has arrived for them to shine and burn!"
"Old lovers?" Qin Ming was dumbfounded. What sort of phrase was that?
The five-colored fragment explained, "Chains, as in Dao chains. Without supreme Dao chains within their bodies, they couldn't have lasted this long. They're all old chain-bearers."
In the distance, the four quarters turned gray and misty. Rivers and seas surged across the sky, and abysses materialized—all of them manifestations of supreme civilizations' hidden cards and might, about to be unleashed.
"What can we do?" Qin Ming asked. Even though he could slay grandmasters, he was powerless here.
The five-colored fragment replied, "A collision on this scale is not a contest between single individuals or single lineages. No matter how strong an individual is, they are insignificant here. All immortals must fight in unison. Everyone just needs to unleash their full power within the Golden Board!"
Qin Ming nodded. There was no need for further thought or words; he would simply do his utmost in a battle to the death!
The five-colored treasure fragment's voice turned somewhat subdued: "The world's greater environment has changed. When the Qi of Absolute Beginning, Xuanhuang qi, and the rest are entirely depleted, and the old fellows have mostly died off, it may be up to your generation to clean up the mess." It seemed to recall the past; its previous master, who had fallen in battle, had appeared just as young.
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