Jiang Ding led the many cultivators of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm toward the Immortal Falling Realm.
Standing atop the Taiyin Heavenly Palace, they flew for a while before seeing dense crowds in the distance—billions upon billions of people. There were humans and members of the Demon Race alike, all standing solemnly, every one of them possessing a powerful aura. Heavenly Being Cultivators stood in clusters, Void Refinement Dao Integration Cultivators were as common as grass, and Deity Transformation Nascent Soul Cultivators could be seen everywhere like dust in the wind.
There were even Supreme auras among them!
At first glance, they were no different from the Immortal Falling Realm coalition army of the past, except that they seemed even more orderly.
This multiracial allied army was not divided along clear racial lines. Instead, its members were mixed together everywhere. One glance was enough to see that they held no guard against one another and possessed immense trust, without racial hatred. It was unbelievable to the extreme.
"Enemy traces..."
A Heavenly Being Cultivator of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm spoke instinctively.
In an instant, icy, bone-chilling killing intent rose. Formation after formation emerged among the many Heavenly Being Cultivators of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm, while streams of Sword Qi formed around the two Supremes. Sword formations sprang into being from thin air, Yin-Yang Indestructible, ready to grind countless enemies to dust. Their combat instincts had been carved into their bones.
"Please do not worry, seniors."
"They are merely some warm and hospitable fellow Daoists."
Jiang Ding soothed them. "Great men have campaigned beyond the domain for many years, far from home for so long, and paid such a price. How could flowers not pave their return home, and Immortal Music not welcome them?"
His gratitude was