At the summit of Tianxuan Sect's main peak, within a courtyard wreathed in a sea of clouds.
Venerable Tianxuan stood by the railing in a plain robe, his gaze piercing through layers of mist to settle on the surging demonic aura at the distant horizon. It had grown ever denser, nearly staining half the sky ink-black. His brows were tightly furrowed, his face shrouded in an unshakable gravity.
The Heavenly Demons' sudden assault, its ferocity and resolute intent, had indeed disrupted both his plans and those of the entire Xuan Yu Realm cultivation alliance, plunging them into an unprecedentedly passive position.
For years, though the two sides had fought without cease, the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons had relied on their advantage to conduct what was more like an unhurried "harvest." They slowly eroded Xuan Yu Realm's origin, seemingly in no hurry to finish everything in a single battle, as though waiting for something—or wary of some cost.
Xuan Yu Realm had already been at a disadvantage in strength, so naturally it was content to maintain this fragile balance, using it to catch its breath and secretly accumulate power. Deep down, there had even been a trace of indescribable luck.
Over time, even clashes at the Sovereign Realm level had developed an unspoken understanding. Battles were mainly between opponents of the same rank, while cases of higher-ranked experts crushing and besieging weaker ones were rare.
To the Heavenly Demons, needless losses were not worth it. To Xuan Yu Realm, preserving every Sovereign was preserving a precious spark of fire.
Yet at this moment, the fragile balance that had endured for so long was utterly torn apart. The Heavenly Demons had broken from convention, their offensive turning cruel and frenzied, completely heedless of losses.
In only a few days, they had broken