The sacred army of the Three Absolutes Holy Land had already made its way into the outskirts of the Cangli Mountain Range.
Gazing at the collapsed expanses of the Cangli Mountain Range ahead, every face bore an eager, restless expression.
"The Immortal Artifact left by our ancestor is within this mountain range."
"Should we obtain it, we shall reforge supreme glory; the entire Xuantian Realm will acknowledge our preeminence!"
"I can hardly wait," someone said.
Leading the vanguard of the sacred army were, astonishingly, the seven Supreme figures!
Saint Changsun Liancheng stood before the seven Supremes, his eyes shimmering with an ambitious, cold smirk.
"That earth-shattering Sword Dao that appeared earlier could have been the release from the ancestor's Immortal Artifact!"
"After all, our ancestor gleaned the Supreme Sword Dao from his calligraphy—it is he alone who would dare to possess such terrifying sword intent!"
He spoke.