Arrival of the Storm

Deep in the night, in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

With a bang, a bedazzling column of light lit up in the depths of the palace. Bursting into the skies, it filled the night skies with a resplendent luminescence, attracting countless glares.

"The geniuses who entered the ancient battlefield have returned."

"That's right. I wonder how many of the 50 managed to survive."

"There should be a third of them at the very least. The geniuses selected by the five major sects aren't weak."

Ethereal Peak's Xuan Yi and Liu Hui, Iridescent Clouds Palace's Perfected Being Cang Lang and many other Golden Cores stood around the column of light expectantly, preparing to await their returning disciples.

If nothing went wrong, these cultivators that returned alive from the ancient battlefield would end up being the supports of their sects in the future.