Emperor’s Domination

“Boom!” Golden Machine Immortal surged into the air, garnering everyone’s attention.

They were curious about what was inside this fortress.

“Come, Fellow Daoist, let’s see what you vagabond can do.” The machine laughed.

This offended many in the crowd since the majority of immortals were alone. After all, their sects and loved ones often disappeared on the river of time. Therefore, most were vagabonds.

Immortals differed from emperors and ancient ancestors. The latter often belonged to a sect or faction and could be trained. Immortals, on the other hand, had to rely on themselves to get to this point. Not even the primordial immortals were confident that their disciples would become immortal.

Thus, it was rare to see unity among immortals as displayed in the fortress race.

“We’ll see what your fortress race can do.” Amethyst sneered.

“You got this.” An immortal laughed and cheered for him.

“Amethyst Oblivion.” He used the gourd hanging on his waist and released a fiery liquid made from star hearts and special amethyst ingots.

As he activated his golden immortal power, the liquid could refine everything and trap immortals within.

Space melted as it coiled around the machine like a cocoon.

“Heaven Rampart!” The machine understood that this was the enemy’s ace card. Thus, its fortress body shot out rocks, building an incredible wall to push the liquid back.

“Not bad!” Amethyst laughed as his gourd became increasingly radiant like countless suns.

The liquid became more ferocious and hot, seemingly unstoppable as it crashed against the wall.

It appeared that a fight between these two couldn’t be concluded in a short time. Meanwhile, the crowd stared at the ancestral ground, wanting to reach the celestial source.

On the other side, Till Ancestor and River God’s battle continued with Till Ancestor having the upper hand.

“Brother Hatred, help me!” River God called for backup from his good friend.

“Very well.” Hatred Lord joined the battlefield, throwing out a devastating loop.

He was the founder of Hatred Firmament, another of the ten minor alliances.

“Bam!” Till Ancestor was sent flying, unable to handle foes from both sides.

“I’m afraid today ends in your defeat, Fellow Daoist.” River God said.

Meanwhile, other immortals landed on top of the ancestral ground and unleashed their attacks.

However, the ground didn’t shatter. This only confirmed their high expectation regarding the source.

Mo Xiangsheng and Ye Fantian had wisely left the ancestral ground, not wanting to be reduced to blood.