Time flowed on.
A year passed swiftly.
During this year, long-lost peace returned to the Red Dragon Starfield, and no conflicts erupted among any of the forces within it.
Of course, this was merely the calm before the storm.
On the borders of the Nine Provinces Realm, the number of powerful cultivators spectating had not decreased; on the contrary, it had significantly increased.
This was especially true for experts from the Middle Thousand Worlds, who appeared in droves. They all knew that the decisive battle between the geniuses of the All Clans and the geniuses of the Human Race was imminent.
Which side would claim final victory?
BOOM!
Within the star gate, in the vast immortal pool, six colossal whirlpools, each ten thousand zhang wide, furiously devoured immortal energy like feasting whales.
