Lingering fluctuations rolled through the dome of heaven, causing the clouds to ripple endlessly. From a distance, it looked like fish scales, as if some literal gargantuan fish was swimming through the sky like water. It was unsurpassably shocking.4

In front of the massive fish was Xu Qing, seated cross-legged, his long hair drifting around him as he emanated an ancient aura. He closed his eyes as he hovered there motionless. Surrounding him was roughly half of the image of an antemage. It was slowly fading away into the sky, disappearing into the distance along with the massive fish.3

Everything down below was silent. The observing cultivators were overwhelmed with astonishment. They had just borne witness to a battle in which the Master Stillwinter, listed second in the echelon of the Firemoon Darkheaven people, had perished! They couldn’t stop themselves from trembling physically.0

When Xu Qing showed up, the ghost chariots bowed to him and the vegetation parted. That alone proved to them...0