Unfortunately, even cultivators with the highest boundary cannot ensure their descendants will be as outstanding as they are.
After all, two cycles of reincarnation are enough to transform the world countless times.
Xu Lai and the others journeyed on, their eyes filled with the desolation of the ancient battlefield.
Xu Lai stood on the city wall of the one hundred thousand zhang high Zhenman City, gazing downward, feeling somewhat distracted.
In years past, how grand must it have been with a million Zhenman Cities united against the enemy?
Xu Lai seemed to see the cultivators from the other forty-eight states of the Upper Realm densely packed across every part of the city.
Xu Lai closed his eyes, hearing the earth-shaking roars in his ears, sensing the battle intent as vast as the sea.
It was as though he were on the Emperor Realm battlefield where death was imminent.
The cries of battle.
The screams of agony.
The clash of weapons.
Building an epic scene of war.
