"This, this is just incredible!"
"Jiang Cheng can actually chase after the Shadow Race and fight them?"
"How did he manage to do that?"
Even in the past, when the Xuan Race, Returning Immortals, and the big shots of the Six Realms joined forces, they never accomplished such a feat.
Back then, the elites of different races united, only managing a slow, drawn-out advance.
Where would you see such a sweeping victory?
A surge of relief and ecstatic joy rose in the hearts of countless people, so even wept tears of joy.
"That's great, we're safe now!"
"Thanks to Sect Leader Jiang!"
"Absolutely, he saved the Six Realms..."
"Undoubtedly the greatest expert!"
At this mont, everyone had already acknowledged Brother Cheng as the strongest in the Six Realms, even those tough guys from the Barbaric Realm couldn't argue.
Because at this ti, Mang Ye had already been devastated by the Shadow Race.
If it weren't for Jiang Cheng's fierce assault to drive away the 'flood' engulfing him, he would likely have fallen.
After rushing into the Chaos Rift, Brother Cheng continued to slaughter every god in his path.
In truth, if the Shadow Race had stord into the heart of the Immortal Realm, he wouldn't have had much to do.
After all, the Immortal Realm is vast, and once they spread out, the Shadow Race would be hard to find.
But these Shadow Race mbers perhaps thought he couldn't penetrate the chaotic turbulence and fled into the narrow rift area...
As a result, upon entering here, the Shadow Race themselves had to frequently dodge the turbulence, while Jiang Cheng didn't need to.
Having drifted in chaotic turbulence for over a million years, he was long accustod to it.
Under his relentless pursuit, the remnants of the Shadow Race were exterminated.
Jiu Jue, Dark Phecda, and more than ten Great Emperors fled into the rift, with a few more being slain by Brother Cheng.
The remaining ones were fleeing desperately, almost all wounded, in a pitiful state.
There wasn't a trace of imperial elegance to be seen.
"Jiang Cheng!"
"I hate..."
Seeing Brother Cheng approach once again, the last three in desperate straits cursed ferociously.
The Sect Leader Jiang paid them no mind.
However, at this mont, mysterious forces suddenly emanated from deep within the rift.
The alluring force ca suddenly but was undeniably real.
Like a call from the depths of their souls, as if they had found their roots.
Though the attractive force was considerable, with the power of the Emperor Realm, it could easily be resisted.
Yet at this mont, Jiu Jue and Dark Phecda, in their panic, rushed towards the direction of the pull without resisting.
In the depths of the rift, they could faintly see orbs of varying colors.
Jiu Jue, Dark Phecda, and another Immortal Emperor Ji Ming were drawn into three different orbs, disappearing completely.
"What?"
Brother Cheng, having chased them here, was caught off guard.
What on earth is this?
He glanced around, and before him were no less than three thousand orbs.
Each one emitted a unique aura of rules.
There was light and dark, water and fire, daggers and swords—it was all-encompassing...
The intensity of these orbs was distinct, so felt like vast oceans, where he was rely a small leaf.
Others felt like the boundless starry sky, where he was just a speck of dust.
Compared to them, the Heart of Rule seed insignificant.
Not to ntion the Profound Essence of the Xuan Race People.
In the face of the aura emitted by these orbs, even fireflies before the bright moon seed superior.
"This..."
"What on earth is this?"
Brother Cheng was utterly bewildered, sizing up these orbs without a clue.
"Rule Gate?"
But it didn't seem like it.
Moreover, the Rule Gate wasn't terrifyingly powerful.
"They finally discovered this place as well."
From behind, Mang Ye, dragging his injured body, arrived here.
"Hey, you made it?" Brother Cheng turned around with a smile.
He harbored no intent to kill Mang Ye.
Their duel involved no deep-seated grievances.
When the Shadow Race suddenly erged from the rift, this man didn't flee but instead turned to face them, single-handedly confronting the tide of the Shadow Race army.
This alone had bested most Immortals.
This once number-one expert of the Six Realms deserved a thumbs-up from him.
Brother Cheng deliberately teased, "Who do you reckon won earlier? Who's currently the number-one expert of the Six Realms?"
"That's no longer important, co on."
"Huh?"
"Can't you see sothing even bigger in front of us?" Mang Ye gestured at the orbs, his face serious.
This fellow knew he was beaten.
Earlier in their battle, he'd gradually lost ground.
Later, faced with the Shadow Race, Jiang Cheng had slaughtered them, while Mang Ye was nearly killed.
Deep down, he realized he was outdone.
Besides, he'd been saved by Jiang Cheng, which made it quite embarrassing.
But with his pride, he could never admit loss, hence he deliberately avoided ntioning the duel, as if it never happened.
Brother Cheng clearly saw through his thoughts.
He secretly cursed, "Oh, so you're a deadpan King Bi as well."
"Do you recognize these things?"
Mang Ye's embarrassed expression eased slightly as Brother Cheng no longer ntioned the duel.
He quickly changed the subject, pointing at the orbs to explain to Brother Cheng.
"Every orb represents a world!"
"World?"
"Yes, far superior to our Immortal Realm." Mang Ye wore an air of enlightennt.
Brother Cheng looked him up and down, wondering how this guy could know so much.
"How do you know that?"
"I've been in, you know." Mang Ye boasted.
"What? You've actually been in there?"
"Indeed, I entered one of the worlds where only the Rule of Cultivating Power exists."
Mang Ye, talking about this, found it quite unbelievable himself.
"Within that World of Power, many experts and great powers exist, extrely dangerous and terrifying!"
Given his power and pride, to call it extrely dangerous and terrifying spoke volus about the situation.
"If it was so dangerous, how did you manage to return alive?"
Mang Ye puffed up his chest, proudly stating, "You underestimate ? No place is too dangerous for ! I've not only been there once, but multiple tis!"
"Let count, over the years I ventured in there at least eight tis, and ca out unscathed each ti!"
Finishing, he cast a sidelong glance at Brother Cheng, filled with superiority.
As if saying, "Aren't I impressive?"
You may have been outdone by in this regard, right?
Brother Cheng nearly laughed out loud.
So desperate to prove himself better than !
He sneered, "If it was so dangerous, why did you keep going back? Do you enjoy self-abuse? Eight tis, really!"
Mang Ye opened his mouth, ready to say that the Rule of Power there was much stronger than in the Immortal Realm.
He'd stealthily learned and fought there, and in just a million years, his power had multiplied several tis.
But as the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
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