"Hahaha, Old Liu, how's this treasure trove of feng shui?"
"A great power dug the pit, and a great power's blood consecrated it. That's enough face, isn't it? Whose face could be bigger than ours brothers'?"
Before a pitch-black coffin, Heavenly Monarch Mie Ri slapped the lid and threw back his head in laughter. "Brothers, cheer up! Get the endless banquet flowing, send our brother off in grandeur and joy..."
"Come, sing! A friend's heart is like..."
He belted out the hoarse, awful, yet booming song at the top of his lungs. The sound of his divine consciousness echoed through the starry sky, carrying far into the distance.
"Haha, it had to be Mie Ri!"
Many aged, weathered old Nascent Soul Cultivators around him laughed as well. Rather than grieving, they joined Heavenly Monarch Mie Ri in singing an ancient pop song so old it had long been forgotten.
The song was joyous and impassioned, bold and grand.
They were not putting on a show to comfort the comrades at their sides. They truly did not fear death all that much.
War was what they wanted.
Death was something they had long prepared for.
Crying and sniveling—
What kind of sight was that?
Like some bullied little wife, utterly disgraceful. Did they want to throw away the reputation they had built over all these years?
To die for the Great Dao, to die for the Immortal Sect—there was no better death!
After more than a month of repairs and replenishment—replenishing warships, star fortresses, and cultivator troops—the Starry Sky Expeditionary Force had once again returned to its peak condition.
The damage inflicted when the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace Great Powers had risked their lives was gone without a trace.
To outsiders, this was utterly terrifying.
They could not be beaten to