Wang Xuan felt a tinge of regret. He had once dreamt of personally wielding the Celestial Furnace against supreme treasures to defeat a peerless master. Now, it seemed he would have to rely on others' assistance.0

"Come on!" he shouted, his voice flushed with urgency. However, the shadow didn't swoop down immediately.0

In the sky, the fluctuations from the treasure were far too intense, more awe-inspiring than the furry hand that had earlier enveloped the massive city of An.0

The Ascension Banner lit up and pierced into the real world. As it descended, the void itself shattered, as if returning to the era of creation—night turned into day. 0

The pouring rain dried up without a trace, and even the lightning came to a halt; the thunder between the clouds seemed too afraid to erupt.1

This was all the result of the Ascension Banner extending partially and vibrating slightly—not even an all-out strike. Otherwise, the cities on the ground themselves would have vaporized, being completely erased from existence.0

The shadow moved away from above An City and disappeared. As powerful as it was, it chose to avoid a direct confrontation with the Ascension Banner.0

Heng Jun stood calmly in the realm of immortals, looking down below the clouds. The Ascension Banner in his hand grew larger, this time without a tremor, as he tried...0