Amidst the void, a gigantic golden disc was advancing, and upon it, a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers sat meditating and cultivating.
Zhang Buku opened his eyes, gazing towards the mysterious and beautiful end of the void. His thoughts drifted as he reminisced about the previous great battle.
As the struggle for the Son of Heaven grew increasingly fierce, this Celestial Army had already experienced no fewer than a hundred great battles. However, that last battle left him in awe.
Since joining the Celestial Court, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain for the Three Thousand Great Worlds because many powerful realms existed beyond them.
He had never imagined that a Great Thousand World could nurture an existence that even Immortal Gods couldn't subdue.
Recalling how the Celestial Calming God was forcefully suppressed with the entire Celestial Army being helpless, he felt that his path was still long.
