Thirty-seven years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, between the barren deserts of the Desolate Territory near the Thunder Flame Domain, an endless procession stood amidst thunderclouds and sword-light, radiating a fierce, domineering, and sharp pressure that spread across the heavens and earth, emitting a terrifying aura that suffocated the Refining Void True Venerable.
All living beings on the earth were involuntarily kneeling down.
Whether mortal or beast, family cultivator, loose cultivator, true sect or Taoist sect cultivator, immortal sect practitioner, all were paying great respect at this moment, not daring to show the slightest disrespect, trembling in their hearts.
Only a very few bold individuals dared to slightly raise their heads, catching a fleeting glimpse at the center of this procession, curious about what kind of immense personage could be here.
It was a thunder palace, thousands of miles in size, with its dome piercing the sky!
"Roar!"
