How Could They Lose?!

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

In the span of just a few days, the border between Jiangbei and Jiangnan—the two banks of the Great Dragon River—had thoroughly become a forbidden land for cultivators, devoid of human traces.

Only ignorant mortals remained.

Other than that, nearly all cultivators had chosen to leave. Even immortal clans and sects that had lived here for generations had relocated one after another.

Yet correspondingly, countless sects, great and small, had locked onto this region with formations day and night, reflecting every event within its bounds and maintaining constant surveillance. Without exaggeration, nearly all immortal Dao factions across the Immortal Pivot had focused their gaze on this land.

This was what it meant to command the attention of all.

It was like a powder keg. On the surface, all was calm, but beneath it, undercurrents churned. No one knew when it would explode.

Until the tenth day.

The instant the first Sword Light rose from Jiangnan and ignited this Dao Struggle, the emotions of countless cultivators were likewise pushed to their peak.

"War has begun!"

At the Cloud Sea of Heaven-Reaching, True Lord Radiant Floating Truth drew a deep breath. Even with his experience, this was his first time witnessing a battle between True Lords that affected the entire Immortal Pivot.

"Will we win?"

He looked worriedly toward Feixue Palace. Though he had always been at odds with True Lord Flying Snow, their positions aligned on this matter.

Whether they could defeat the Sword Pavilion and slay Gangxing Budao True Lord would directly determine whether he might one day have a chance to reach the position of Great True Lord, becoming a mover of the tides in the Millennial Calamity rather than cannon fodder found everywhere. At that thought, he unexpectedly felt