The Hunyuan Saints and ancient Golden Immortals, figures who rarely showed themselves, all appeared in their true forms.
Their Saintly Might surged across hundreds of millions of miles. The laws of the entire Yao Realm seemed to bow before these three supreme figures of the Mystic Gate!
"Greetings, Three Pure Ones!"
"Greetings, Saint Xuandu!"
Haotian, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the tens of millions of cultivators below dropped to one knee in unison and called out the saints' names.
Their voices rang like ten thousand thunderbolts, shattering the fierce winds of the Yao Realm.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord nodded slightly. Looking down over the assembled armies, he spoke in a deep voice.
"In an age of great struggle, we must advance against the current."
"Today, you march with the Mystic Gate to bring lasting peace to the Primordial Wilderness!"
The Tongtian Cult Master drew his sword halfway from its sheath. Sword energy tore through the sky as he declared,
"In this battle, the ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect will lead the charge. We swear not to return until the Demon Realm falls!"
"We swear not to return! We swear not to return!"
The ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect roared their answer, sword energy soaring into the sky!
At that moment, every reserve of strength, every mighty fighter, and every fighting force in the Primordial World had gathered in one place.
Yet the most crucial piece was still missing.
Beneath the commander's banner, the commander's place remained empty!
Every gaze—from the Three Pure Ones, Ancestor Witch Dijiang, and the Two Saints of the West to the tens of millions of cultivators—turned toward the top of the Appoint Officials Platform.
Ripples of ancient, mysterious gray spread through the void.
That was no Space Law. It was the Hunyuan Taiji Great