Immortal Burial Valley.
Core Region.
Three noble young men stood with their hands behind their backs, exuding an innate disdain for the Ten Thousand Races and looking down upon all living beings.
Their cultivation was slightly weaker, only at the Half-Step Immortal Venerable level, yet they could still look down upon all the Immortal Venerables present.
Just by standing there, they replaced the sun, moon, and stars, becoming the center of this world.
At this moment.
Even someone as strong as the Cyan Flood Dragon Ancestor felt as if facing a great enemy, with all the hair on his body standing on end, as if encountering something extremely terrifying.
As for Ancient Profound and the others, they were so scared that they couldn't even speak, only able to fight against the uncontrollable fear and submission within their hearts.
Because this fear was innate, imprinted deep in the souls of all creatures of the Ten Thousand Races, and no one could escape or eliminate it.
