The Heavenly Realm, Seventh Heaven.
Li Ya was leading a group of Merit Immortals in battle against the invading enemies. Gripping a divine sword, he unleashed a sword formation, its momentum vast and majestic, but compared to the boundless, misty expanse of the Heavenly Realm, his sword formation was insignificant.
As Li Ya fought, he kept watching the state of the Heavenly Dao. He could sense the Heavenly Dao Luck dissolving, and the situation was extremely critical.
His heart was full of confusion. If a Saint was invading the Heavenly Dao, why not crush it with absolutely overwhelming might? Why guide so many Beyond-Heaven Beings to invade instead?
He could not figure it out, so he decided to capture an enemy and investigate for information.
Just killing enemies like this would never let him shake the overall situation. If he could uncover the truth behind the scenes, perhaps he could help the Heavenly Dao.
Just as Li Ya was searching for a target, waves of vast saintly might descended from the sky, startling every living being into looking up. Li Ya did the same.
Unlike the other Immortal Gods and living beings, Li Ya was even more shocked.
"That aura... what is going on..."
Li Ya discovered that among them was a Saint's aura exactly identical to his own. And somewhere in the unseen, he felt that Saint was him.
The feeling was very subtle, but it was indeed so.
At the same time.
The Twenty-Fifth Heaven had likewise fallen into the chaos of war. As saintly might descended, both sides in the battle stopped and looked nervously toward the firmament.
Among them, a white-robed fairy showed an expression of disbelief. Her body was even trembling.
"Hei Xuan... is that you?"
When the Wushi Saints summoned by Gu An