In the Immortal King Palace, one palace after another collapsed, with a massive cloud of dust rising into the sky, obscuring the sun.
The old man swiftly escaped, carrying the Eighth Prince's Primordial Spirit, followed by the roar of heaven and earth collapsing.
The enormous Nine Queues Hall, which held countless fortunes, shattered in an instant, turning into ruins under everyone's regretful gaze.
Over a million people stood on the mountain, looking bewildered, unable to believe that this opening of the Immortal King Palace would be the last.
The cracks in the ground widened, rumbling as they swallowed up some cultivators into the chasms.
Everyone frantically fled down the mountain, unable to fly too high due to the impact of the Netherworld Qi.
They could only leap down the mountainside, forming a downward torrent.
Chu Feng and his group were pursued to the foot of the mountain, shouting upwards, "It's over, Brother Long and Little Ya haven't come out yet!"
