Ten days after Cui Zhouping's appearance, Zheng Ming and his companions experienced calm seas and smooth sailing, without anyone obstructing them.
This kind of calmness, in the eyes of sect leaders like Ge Yunsheng, was the quiet before the storm. Behind this eerie serenity, a tremendous storm was brewing.
A storm that will sweep across all corners, one that will change the color of the heavens and earth.
"Master, a thousand miles ahead lies the Divine Battle Mountain, home to the War Emperor Palace. What we see now is the Supreme Peak!" Fang Yunbai pointed ahead, his voice laced with a hint of awe.
Divine Battle Mountain, Supreme Peak!
These two places have existed since ancient times. It is said that in the primordial era, peerless powerhouses battled here. The victor would become the supreme ruler of the world, while the vanquished would be consigned to an endless abyss.
