The moment the Guardian Deity's voice spread across the battlefield, the ancient powerhouses of the Lower Realm finally began moving.
They had been waiting for this moment, and now that the Upper Realm had begun sending its strongest Vagrant Immortals and Half Immortals to suppress the Lower Realm's supreme prodigies, there was no reason for them to remain hidden any longer.
The Cleansing had reached a level where these old monsters could finally participate freely.
...
*Boom!*
In the distant Southern Continent, an ancient mountain suddenly exploded into smithereens.
A terrifying aura surged into the heavens as a figure wearing a grey daoist robe slowly walked out from within.
He had an aged appearance, white hair and beard hanging loosely around his body, yet his eyes were incomparably sharp.
Seven silver swords circled around him like stars, and the moment he stepped forward, the seven swords trembled simultaneously, letting out a sharp, almost excited cry.
