Pure Yang's Fall, the Great Dao Mourns

"Boom!"

A muffled peal of thunder rang out from the horizon. Rolling black clouds that blotted out the sky and sun came crashing down with the thunder, covering the sun and pressing over countless miles of mountains and rivers.

Countless living beings felt as though heavy hammers were pounding their chests. Their ears buzzed, their organs shifted out of place, their blood and qi ran backward, and seventy percent of their cultivation power was blasted apart.

High above the black clouds, which resembled a sea tipping over from the heavens, towering figures tens of thousands of feet tall battled without pause.

Banners stood in dense ranks across the sea of clouds and the vault of heaven. The Star Sea and the Milky Way guarded the Heavenly Palace cloud halls, while within the protection of the River of Stars that revolved around billions upon billions of stars, majestic halls stretched across the Star Sea and shone with immeasurable radiance.

Dharma Boats as enormous as mountains sailed out from both sides of the grand halls, like luan birds flying from the River of Stars. They charged straight ahead as heavy ballistae and giant cannons continuously fired multicolored bolts of light and torrents of spiritual power. Blazing meteors blotted out the sky as they crashed down from above the towering figures, splashing up scorching flames.

Those towering figures were all True Lords of the Daoist Tradition and guardian deities. More than a hundred Immortal Deities were fighting across the sea of clouds, while on the outer battlefield, True Persons of the Spirit Transformation and Nascent Soul Realms were too numerous to count.

Hundreds and thousands of formations lit up one after another. Various divine abilities and spells were unleashed from within them and blasted toward the enemy. The mountain-sized Dharma Boats came crashing