Don't bother about these people's pilgrimage.
Chu Yuan focused on cultivating his own Heavenly Dao.
The crowds gathered outside the Holy Mountain grew larger and larger. Then, one day, they were horrified to witness the entire world fiercely shaking; countless areas disintegrated into boundless primordial energy.
High above the heavens, two supreme existences wielding the power of the Heavenly Dao were relentlessly clashing.
It was a battle between gods of the Heavenly Dao!
The aftermath of their clash swept across this region without restraint, utterly disregarding the presence of hundreds of tribes as if they were mere ants, unworthy of concern for their survival.
"Huangfu An, you seek death!"
An elder's face darkened to an extreme as he shouted at a figure in front of him.
"Hahaha, the treasure is already in my hands; why should I hand it over? Yaxuan Dao, don't blame me—blame yourself for not being destined for it. If you can't have it, don't go mad!"
