The three factions are all busily preparing to enter Tiānyuān, hoping to obtain the innate qi to enhance their cultivation.
They might even anticipate the legacy of a True Monarch.
However, just as the True Monarch Blessed Land is about to open.
Outside Fangsu District, a wave of dense, tall ominous shadows has arrived again.
Among these shadows.
Is an exotic beast resembling a dragon but with a sharp, long beak, stretching five to six hundred zhang, its dense black scales glistening with a chilling light.
A pair of silver bat wings blot out the sky and sun, its pale golden vertical pupils icy and ruthless, resembling the fierce beasts of ancient times, the winged dragon.
There are demon clan creatures resembling whales but magnified many times over, with backs arched like mountain ranges, covered in protruding red scale armor.
The edges of their long fins on both sides have streams like waterfalls cascading off them, shrouded in white mist.
