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Outside Wansheng Heavenly City, atop an empty expanse of land.
Chu Yuan stood quietly on the ground, his body shimmering with bright silver light, flickering with blinding brilliance.
At this moment, an intangible sense of oppression was emanating from him.
This pressure was like a massive boulder weighing upon the hearts of all Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors and even those of Da Luo present on the battlefield.
Chu Yuan did not fly.
The whole world seemed as if flight had been forbidden.
All Immortal Kings, Immortal Emperors, and beings of Da Luo were forced to descend from the Firmament to tread on the ground, none daring to fly, each with a solemn expression as if facing a great enemy.
They had no idea who this person was before them.
Nor did they know what kind of being he was.
They only felt an indescribable pressure, wave after wave.
Whether Immortal King, Immortal Emperor, or Da Luo, the pressure they felt was nearly the same.