Outside of Time-Chapter 1794: The Ancient Immortal Descends!

The entire imperial capital, the entire large region, even most of Wanggu...

Fell into relative silence at this moment.

Though ordinary cultivators of the myriad races couldn’t perceive what was happening in the human region, the solemnity and oppression emanating from heaven and earth, along with the divine sense of Quasi Immortals that could envelop the entire continent, caused the winds and clouds to shift dramatically.

Thus, an immense weight pressed upon all living beings.

An instinctive trembling arose uncontrollably from the depths of life itself.

As for the powerful figures—or those who used special methods to witness the events unfolding in the skies above humanity—their minds were now roaring, their scalps tingling.

They could sense the world turning viscous, the rules and laws collapsing in this instant.

The shock in their hearts was like millions of heavenly thunderclaps detonating simultaneously.

Unbelievable. Inconceivable.

"Eleven... Quasi Immortals!"

"Eleven... Great Emperors!"

"And every one of them is clearly a supreme powerhouse within the Great Emperor realm!"

"They... all seem to be human!"

Powerful figures among Wanggu’s myriad races felt an overwhelming sense of unreality.

After all, prior to this, the strongest among Wanggu’s myriad races had been at the Ruler level. The Empress was a god, not a cultivator.

As for cultivators... it seemed that in tens of thousands of years, the only Quasi Immortal had been the Sword Holding Great Emperor and even he belonged to the Mystic Nether Era.

One could say that after the Mystic Nether Era, no more Quasi Immortals had emerged!

Yet today... the holy lands having Quasi Immortals was one thing, but these eleven mysterious newcomers, each a peerless genius, had shaken all of Wanggu.

Even the gods of Wanggu’s powerful races now wore grave expressions.

But what sent even greater shockwaves through the hearts of these gods, powerhouses, and even the Empress were the words spoken by the last Great Emperor to appear!

His words contained the term "master"!

This word struck with greater impact than anything before.

Gods across the board grew vigilant; the Empress’s pupils constricted sharply.

They instinctively wondered—what kind of existence could possibly be the master of these eleven peerless Great Emperors!

What level of glory and supremacy must such a master possess!

Moreover... the implications hidden within those words contained other earth-shattering revelations.

On their journey, their master had been intercepted by multiple Lord Gods!

This statement left the gods of Wanggu’s races dazed.

While Wanggu’s cultivators might not understand the meaning of "Lord Gods," for gods, this was knowledge engraved upon Their divine souls.

They knew what Lord Gods represented and the unimaginable realms they occupied.

Even during the era when the Brilliant Heaven God Race existed, Wanggu had only ever produced one such being—

The God Emperor of the Brilliant Heaven God Race!

Now, according to the last Great Emperor’s words, their master... had been intercepted by multiple Lord Gods!

All of this plunged Wanggu’s factions into silence.

Amidst this silence, the Empress studied the eleven terrifying Great Emperors before Her, gaze settling on Zhou Zhengli. With hesitation, She spoke in a low voice:

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask... who is your master?"

The noble son-like Zhou Zhengli smiled warmly.

"It is not our place to speak our master’s name. When he arrives shortly, you will likely recognize him."

These words made the Empress pause. She scoured Her memories but found no figure that matched.

Just as She prepared to inquire further—

Zhou Zhengli frowned slightly, looking into the distance as he spoke calmly:

"Qianjun, Piyi!"

The twin immortal swords transformed from Qianjun and Piyi ignored him completely, continuing to dance through the air.

Their passing left trails of immortal light, sword radiance shaking heaven and earth. Within the blades, the two brothers muttered to each other:

"Brother, these people are so weak."

"It’s not that they’re weak—we’re just too strong, hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha, true true! But brother, the anomalous substances here is insane. Is that thing above us Desolate?"

"Don’t look! That’s way beyond us! Huh? The eyeball is calling us. Should we respond?"

"Respond my ass!"

Seeing the two swords still whirling about, utterly disregarding his words, Zhou Zhengli maintained his pleasant smile as he produced a recording jade slip, speaking softly:

"On our return journey, I suggested our master grant me authority to document your conduct. Since you two insist, I shall record this faithfully."

As the jade slip activated—

Whoosh!

The twin immortal swords flashed instantly before Zhou Zhengli, their indignation palpable.

Zhou Zhengli’s expression remained unchanged, still gentle as a spring breeze:

"Qianjun, Piyi—patrol the eastern and western regions of Wanggu. Slay all holy land Quasi Immortals!"

"Wang Peng, Blood Cloud—patrol the northern and southern regions. Same orders!"

Beside him, Wang Peng grinned savagely while Daoist Blood Cloud licked his lips, immediately complying as they shot north and south in storms of power.

Qianjun and Piyi, helpless against their fear of Xu Qing, could only vent their frustration by streaking east and west.

The four figures tore through the world like thunderbolts, their passing causing heaven and earth to tremble, void to distort—

As they charged toward what they saw as pathetically weak holy land Quasi Immortals.

This scene stirred excitement among the tense humans below.

Though they didn’t know these people’s origins or their master’s identity, at least their actions suggested they weren’t enemies!

Zhou Zhengli, still smiling warmly, was about to continue issuing commands when—

Sudden upheaval!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering cold snort erupted from the skies!

The sound surpassed heavenly thunder, shaking all of Wanggu.

Hearts and minds quaked violently as all living beings instinctively looked up.

Zhou Zhengli and the others instantly grew solemn, raising their gazes as well.

The source of the snort was... beyond the heavens!

At the firmament’s edge, the void seemed to solidify as a terrifying aura of stillness began permeating existence.

Amidst this deathly silence, a force capable of crushing all realms descended like an erupting volcano—

The Ancient Immortal beyond Wanggu had chosen to descend!

At first, only an indistinct outline appeared—yet it seemed to bear the weight of the entire cosmos, causing the void to distort and shatter like a lake struck by a meteor.

With every fraction of the Ancient Immortal’s manifestation, the rules of existence were torn asunder.

Gaping black fissures spread like the maws of monstrous beasts, emitting spine-chilling shrieks.

With each step he took, every region of Wanggu convulsed violently.

Winds like the harbingers of doom swept across the land with such force that towering mountains were sheared in half—the collapsing boulders disintegrating into dust before even hitting the ground.

Rivers and seas fared worse.

Stirred by an invisible hand, monstrous tidal waves hundreds of thousands of feet high crashed ashore, obliterating everything in their path with apocalyptic force.

The momentum was world-shaking!

The Ancient Immortal’s arrival was like the tolling of a funeral bell for Wanggu’s living beings.

In this moment, Wanggu trembled, the myriad races were suppressed, all life quaked in terror!

The hope brought by the eleven Great Emperors’ descent was instantly crushed!