No one could remain calm. The emergence of a small world captivated everyone, leaving them in shock.
It had been over a hundred thousand years since a sacred body had been unable to enter the Four Extremes Secret Boundary, yet a Variation had occurred. Could this curse be on the verge of being broken?
This land was thrown into an uproar, with countless cultivators in a fervent state. Everyone paid close attention, for they might witness the rise of someone comparable to an Ancient Emperor.
All the Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies wore strange expressions, observing silently. No one spoke.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was bathed in golden light, standing tall and upright like a Demon God. He smirked repeatedly, his battle spirit soaring, a black Great Wilderness Halberd manifesting behind him.
