C911 The Immortal Ascension

Lu Changming's face was as dark as millennia-old coal, and each word he uttered was laced with fury. As he watched the nearing end of the battle below, his heart ached, bleeding with pain, yet he was utterly powerless to intervene.

He had attempted to breach the enigmatic formations of the first few Immortal Halls, only to be thwarted at every turn