Commencement of the Battle

The birth of the Vermilion Fruit shook the entire North Region and paragons were gathered.

As the deadline approached, the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects had all arrived in the Great Qian Ruins.

Those of the four gentry clans had waited for a long time as well.

In the outer perimeter, geniuses of other factions and sects were biding their time alongside itinerant cultivators, creating a force not to be reckoned with.

This day.

Suddenly, a heatwave shot forth from the palace.

In the blink of an eye, the skies were filled with a scarlet glow, as if a blazing sun was slowly descending into the depths of the palace as it stained half the firmaments.

"Hahahaha!"

Taba Feng's eyes lit up and he laughed with raring battle intent. "The Vermilion Fruit's about to ripen. Everyone, follow me and kill our way into the underground palace to get our hands on it!"

"Let's go!"

Yuwen Wujia waved his hand.

Thud! Thud! Thud!