NOVPUBGuangling State bordered the Kingdom of Immortals.
Dense throngs of Incense Fire Dao cultivators stood amidst the clouds, displaying their banners.
They silently watched over the newly constructed border wall below.
Like celestial soldiers and generals.
Behind the boundary wall were a few cultivators from the primitive Demonic Sect defending Guangling State, along with a multitude of local cultivators.
At this moment, they all looked up, gazing through the transparent Formation light screen that rose from the top of the wall, looking at the countless figures that blotted out the sky, their faces ashen.
"Has the relief arrived? Has it arrived at last?"
"So many people from the Kingdom of Immortals!"
"I’m afraid they won’t make it, we’ve just received news that, after taking over Dai State, the Kingdom of Immortals is advancing on three fronts, attacking Xiang State and Yu State aside from us in Guangling!"
"What?! Then aren’t we finished?!"
Meanwhile.
Above in the sky, a voice as solemn and majestic as a great bell tolled:
"Open the Formation, surrender quickly, or we shall level this place!"
"It’s the Evil God!"
Below, behind the boundary wall, feeling that overwhelming and unbridled aura, everyone couldn’t help but turn pale.
The impressive ranks of Incense Fire Dao cultivators had already struck terror into their hearts, and the appearance of the Evil God directly shattered their already taut spirits.
"Let’s surrender!"
"There’s no hope... we simply have no hope!"
"We cannot surrender! Once we turn to Incense Fire Dao cultivators, our souls will be at the mercy of the Evil God, and we will never be able to turn things around!"
"What choice do we have if we don’t surrender? The Evil God doesn’t even need to make a move, the sheer number of Incense Fire Dao cultivators alone is enough to doom us forever, what can we do?"
"Surrender! Surrender!"
The Kingdom of Immortals had yet to take action, but differences had already arisen among the cultivators guarding the boundary wall.
And that voice of the Evil God didn’t wait long before ringing out again:
"Our patience is limited, if you do not surrender within the count of three... three... two..."
"...one!"
Before the words were finished.
Dozens of figures, like shooting stars, flew in from the edge of the sky and suddenly stood before the many Incense Fire Dao cultivators.
Each figure possessed an aura as deep as the blue sea, vast as the blazing sun.
Mere sight of them was as blinding as thunder.
Just by their initial appearance, whether the Incense Fire Dao cultivators or the Guangling State cultivators behind the boundary wall, all couldn’t help but avert their gaze hastily, their hearts filled with dread.
Among these figures, an old man with a noble crown and flowing robes stepped forward from the crowd, looking at the Incense Fire Dao cultivators before him with a slightly somber expression:
"Mother Goddess, God of Longevity, God of War, now that we’ve arrived, why act so cowardly?"
Hearing the old man’s words, the Incense Fire Dao cultivators couldn’t help but show blank, shocked expressions.
"The Mother Goddess? She’s here?"
"The God of Longevity and God of War are here too?"
Among them, there were not a few cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.
However, in the Kingdom of Immortals, they were ultimately just serving in the role of servants to the Evil God, and the knowledge they had was very limited.
The next moment.
Above everyone’s heads, a measured voice that could not distinguish between male and female, yet filled with benevolence, leisurely spoke:
"Jin? I have not yet sought you out, and here you have come to me."
"Now that you’re all here, then... none shall leave."
Feeling the aura released from above, Liang Qiuyu, Yan Wenzheng and others abruptly changed color!
The world turned dark with that voice...
Yan.
Headquarters of the primitive Demonic Sect.
Contrary to what most cultivators might imagine, the skies above the Demonic Sect headquarters were bathed in golden light, with auspicious clouds unfurling, and every corner of the sect boasted demure yet luxurious pavilions and halls.
The air itself seemed to be filled with an aura of peace.
And in front of an unremarkable immortal cave within the Demonic Sect.
An aged figure sat sideways on a blood-colored Kirin, his face neither sad nor happy, surveying the distance.
Next to him, a middle-aged cultivator dressed in a black sect master’s robe was looking gravely towards the distance.
It seemed he saw something, his expression subtly shifted, and after a long while, he slowly spoke:
"I never imagined the Three Divine Emperors had kept themselves so hidden... Fortunately, Senior Brother Liang is still composed."
The elder chuckled softly, smiling:
"You, my Martial Nephew, have quite the mind. Sensing something amiss before, you intentionally gave the position of great elder to Martial Nephew Gong, hehe... However, these three Evil Gods have indeed grown faster than I expected. Any further, and the Yin God might not be able to cope. Ren’er, it will be tough, but you should make the trip."
The middle-aged cultivator responded respectfully:
"When Master has a task, this disciple is willing to undertake the labor. Besides, this also represents the sole opportunity for me to ascend to The Heavens. I shall go now, for in a moment, Jin will probably be even more anxious than us."
The elderly man laughed lightly, nodding slightly.
His bony, emaciated fingers gently brushed across the mane of the Blood Qilin beneath him.
The mane’s oozing Blood Energy rapidly stained his fingers.
He didn’t mind at all and watched as the middle-aged cultivator bowed respectfully before flying off towards the southeast. 𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
His eyes grew cloudy, resembling that of a weary mortal as he slightly bowed his head.
Yet he saw the Blood Qilin restlessly pacing on the spot.
He let out a soft chuckle:
"What’s there to fear, old friend? You should be happy, as the current situation won’t last long, and I’ll have to leave soon!"
Hearing the elder’s words, the Immortal Ascension stage Blood Qilin settled down instantly, but a subtle, deep fear flashed in its eyes.
Soon, the elder suddenly became aware of something, squinted his eyes, looking at not far ahead.
There, a young cultivator’s figure was slowly approaching.
