Great strength surged within the high skies.
Dao intents converged from all directions, shaking heaven and earth with their power.
Mountains crumbled, space distorted.
Powerful beings were waging a life and death battle.
Indistinguishable, inextricable.
For a time, it was even harder to discern a victor.
Yet above the Heavenly Note Sect, the path to immortality opened, its seven-colored radiance illuminating the world.
Those unaware could only assume someone was battling for a person of great fortune to ascend.
The old smoke man at the Immortal Gazing Platform thought just so.
He held no thoughts of drawing closer to the unique and outstanding person's ascension.
He was content to watch from a distance.
At first, he felt the combatants were being somewhat petty.
Later, when they suddenly stopped, he didn't know why.
But soon he felt something was amiss.
"Why are they fighting so fiercely?"
The old smoke man was astonished.