Qi Xuansu did not know how long he had been unconscious before he finally began to awaken.0

The earlier sensation was like encountering a storm at sea. All he could do was cling desperately to a piece of driftwood and drift with the currents. He was in no position to resist, nor did he know where he was heading. This was the terrifying might of Immortals.0

At some point, he could no longer endure it and lost consciousness.0

While Qi Xuansu was still hovering between sleep and wakefulness, he heard a multitude of sounds—the howling of the wind, the beating of war drums, the roar of battle cries, the clash of weapons, the murmured chants, the thunderous footsteps of colossal beasts, and the rumbling thunder that shook heaven and earth.0

In his dazed state, Qi Xuansu saw a battlefield where countless humans and ancient beasts were locked in brutal combat. Immortals swept across the sky, unleashing heavenly punishment. Bolts of lightning fell like rain, turning everything into charred ruins.0

It was an incomparably brutal battlefield. From the direction of the black mountains came four...0