The room of seven individuals fluctuated up and down, panting heavily. But Zhou Yuanqi was a lifeless body erupting with energy, the burst of force driving the concrete forward.
From a distance, there were seven silhouettes, like seven stars, flickering with dazzling light, shining across the sky as a gust of wind blew by.
However, these seven were inherently weak. The most prominent among them was the old Black elder. His cultivation had already reached the third peak of the Celestial Realm, and it wouldn't be long before he ascended to the fourth peak.
When the old Black man turned northward, the leader of this group was replaced by someone within the threefold boundaries between heaven and earth.
Ten feet behind were the Celestial Dualists. By the end, there were four heavens and one person, thirty feet apart from the first.
