The sky was painted with rolling red clouds, and a line of azure smoke hung like a chariot.

The coastal battle preparation zone of the Wilderness.

Countless cultivators lined up in a straight line, filling the sky and the ground, gazing across the void at the battle situation in Sky State. Even though the endless ocean between the two regions had been severed by a single sword, bringing them closer, the cultivators could clearly see with their naked eyes, yet felt no ripple of disturbance.

The entire Sky State seemed overturned, the heavens infinitely descending, with millions of miles of territory rolling like turbulent sea waves, as if a pot of boiling water, where those unable to evacuate struggled within.