The power that even the great defensive formation couldn't withstand was more than enough to destroy this entire Upper Realm.
If Long Mucheng hadn't intentionally controlled the scope of destruction...
Even the mere shockwaves would have been enough to flatten countless mountains and rivers, causing the deaths of countless living beings.
But even though Long Mucheng had limited the range to the vicinity of his territory, the sheer force still shook heaven and earth.
At the same time, it shook the hearts of every martial cultivator watching.
"That's terrifying—is this what the God Realm is capable of?"
In the distance, among the onlookers, regardless of their cultivation level or their age...
Every single face wore an expression of shock and fear they had never experienced before.
Why fear?
Because they could feel the sheer power of that force, and they were afraid of dying.
So some began to regret it—regret coming to witness such a spectacle. They turned and fled, terrified of being buried here.
And those who fled were, in fact, the majority.
The ones who remained were almost all those unafraid of death.
"Actually, there's no need to run."
Among the remaining onlookers, a woman with pink eyes spoke softly.
Her voice was very quiet, especially drowned out by the deafening collisions of the distant formations—it was nearly impossible for outsiders to hear.
She seemed to be talking more to herself than anyone else.
But her words caught someone's attention.
This person was high up in the sky, riding upon a treasure.
It was a carriage.
It was called a treasure not merely because it was considerably larger than an ordinary carriage.
Mainly because it appeared to be crafted entirely of white jade, exquisitely beautiful.
Even the three horses pulling the carriage were made of white jade.
They were not living creatures, yet they appeared remarkably lifelike. They stood upon the void and occasionally shifted about.
Inside the carriage sat a young woman.
Judging by her features alone, she wasn't incomparably beautiful, but that aura of purity she carried was exceedingly rare in this world.
Flawless and white, pure and sacred.
At first glance, she gave off the impression of being more of an artwork than even the white jade carriage itself.
Her name was Wang Yuxian.
She was a disciple of Dao Hai Xian Gu, and had once held the title of the greatest genius of the Nine Soul Heavenly River.
She was a good friend of Chu Feng.
Wang Yuxian, upon hearing that quiet remark from below, looked down with curiosity.
The reason for her curiosity was that the onlookers below were mostly people from the Zuwu Heavenly River.
These people had limited experience.
Most of them couldn't see that the one from the Dragon Breath Clan who had attacked was actually protecting them.
They were safe—there was absolutely no need to flee.
But the person who had spoken had clearly seen through this, which piqued Wang Yuxian's curiosity.
Upon closer inspection, she grew even more surprised—the pink-eyed woman was quite beautiful.
Especially those pink eyes, which were very unique, and in her bearing and mannerisms, there was a kind of noble elegance.
Such an air could not be cultivated by any ordinary power.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Wang Yuxian's expression shifted.
The pink-eyed woman had actually looked up toward her.
But this white jade carriage had been gifted to her by Xian Miaomiao.
Not only did it possess extraordinary speed for travel, but it also had powerful concealing capabilities.
It was currently in its concealed state, yet the pink-eyed woman's gaze clearly indicated she had detected her.
However, the pink-eyed woman merely glanced at Wang Yuxian.
She said nothing.
Then shifted her attention back to the Dragon Breath Clan's assault on the Seven Realms Sacred Hall.
"So she must be an outsider?"
Wang Yuxian murmured with a sigh, then didn't dwell on it further, turning her own gaze toward the Dragon Breath Clan's battlefield.
After all, ever since the Chu Alliance had publicly opened recruitment, people from various Heavenly Rivers had come to the Zuwu Heavenly River.
There were far too many powerful outsiders in the Zuwu Heavenly River now.
She herself, though she came from the Nine Soul Heavenly River—a realm also forgotten by the martial cultivation world—was technically an outsider too.
But Wang Yuxian hadn't come here to watch the spectacle. She wanted to join the Chu Alliance.
And what Wang Yuxian didn't know was that the pink-eyed woman was also an old acquaintance of Chu Feng.