At the moment, the Captain and Xu Qing were hiding, not moving a muscle.4

Other than them, all other cultivators had fled, terrified, into the safety zone in the east district. All of them sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, not even daring to look at what was happening outside. In fact, they didn’t even dare to directly sense what was happening. They stayed in place in the defensive spell formations that had been erected specifically to use in this moment. A fight between gods was something they fundamentally didn’t qualify to even observe. A mere glance could end with them killed in body and soul. Even using alternative methods to watch, such as the Captain was doing, required some boost on a substructural level, or perhaps a special item.9

Considering the elite nature of the cultivators who had been part of this expeditionary force, it was a given that some of them had such qualifications or items. Thus, there were a few who were able to use such means to see what was happening.1

Outside of Forbidden by the Immortal, in the mouth of the bottle that was the canopy of heaven, there were people waiting at the crumbled spell formation in the depths of the old Corrections Division.2

Shockingly, one of them was Seventh Prince. With him...0