Above Kunlun, Fang Wang stood in the high sky, his right hand raised before him, his gaze so indifferent that even as the heavens trembled and the earth shook, he remained unmoved.
All kinds of rocks prepared by the Tiangong Sect uncontrollably soared towards the peak of Kunlun Mountain, the mountain body continually rising. The countless rocks flew towards the sky in a spectacle that was truly magnificent.
The rumbling noise—
An ear-deafening roar of the ground
Hong Chen was one of the few who still remained calm and composed because he was certain that Fang Wang had become an Immortal. Immortal Divine beings possessing such Divine Skills were within reason, and now he was curious about what differences there were between a Heavenly Dao True Immortal and the Immortals he knew of?
"It's a miracle!"
In the low sky before the foot of Kunlun Mountain, an old Cultivator from the Tiangong Sect shouted excitedly, even his eyes shimmering with tears.