Military Soul: Multitude

The hazy space shattered, and the shadow of a steel fleet descended in full reality.

A heavy pressure spread out, filling the starry river, smoothing the Nether Gale Force at the realm boundary in a vast, surging sweep.

The fleet blocked out the sun, casting a vast swath of black shadow over the Minor World. Night descended at noon, terrifying countless living beings.

A dreadful will appeared within the starry river!

A chaotic military formation spread out. Formation patterns flowed in every direction, forming a hazy World Illusion. Within it, all beings passed through Birth, Old Age, Sickness, and Death, through joy, anger, sorrow, delight, and fear, before finally turning to dust—and from that dust, new life was born again.

Generation after generation, the cycle went on without end.

Birth and death—every life struggled, fought, changed.

At last, they built an Immortal Path that pierced the heavens!

Within the military formation's World Illusion lay wisps of power that Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators could neither observe nor sense, power that divine consciousness could not identify.

Whoever gazed upon it found their soul slowing to an extreme degree, their mind repeatedly going blank, unaware of the passage of time or the turning of heaven and earth.

"This is the power of the Void Refinement realm..."

Jiang Ding drew a deep breath and gazed at the Immortal Sect's most elite, most glorious pinnacle achievement of Immortal Path Technology.

"Military Soul: Multitude!"

"Multitude!"

"Three make a multitude; a thousand, ten thousand, hundreds of millions make a multitude!"

"The multitude of ten thousand hearts united as one, pressing forward one after another, fathers dying and sons taking their place, the Foolish Old Man moving mountains—the multitude where I am for all, and all are for me!"

"It is precisely because Military Soul 'Multitude'