Outside the Hundred Lands Mountain Range, among the towering peaks that pierce the clouds.
Wu Xian suddenly raised his head, looking toward the direction of Yunmeng Marsh, eyes filled with disbelief.
Noticing Wu Xian's actions.
Wu Ji and Wu Luo also turned their gazes toward the Hundred Lands Mountain Range in unison.
Then, they saw the dark clouds almost enveloping half of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range.
"What is that!?"
In disbelief, looking at the spectacle of flashes of lightning and thunder, Wu Ji was the first to question.
Affected by that heavenly wrath, the once stable primordial Qi of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range also began to fluctuate, with a faint trend toward complete collapse.
"What are those Celestial Beings doing?"
"Why would the Hundred Lands Mountain Range show signs of the collapse of heavenly order?"
This time, it was Wu Luo speaking. Though seemingly foolish, he was equally insightful about the essence of this primordial Qi turbulence.
