From the enormous dragon shadow's eyes shot two beams of icy light, entwined with Great Dao patterns, seeming ready to pierce directly across from the Dark Forest and annihilate every living being among them.
The beings' hearts trembled. They felt the blood throughout their bodies congeal at that instant, and all of them involuntarily emerged from their joy.
But at that moment, three radiant Great Daos appeared. The incoming cold gleams shattered, and the three Immortal Emperors of the Nine Provinces gazed coldly toward the Dark Forest.
"Amitābha!"
"Moir, do you intend to wage war within the Domain?"
The Abbot of Spirit Mountain suddenly demanded forcefully.
Clearly, that enormous figure was Moir, the Immortal Emperor of the Dark Dragon Clan.
"Hmph!"
Moir snorted coldly. His enormous figure vanished into the ink-black heavens, as though wrapped in a layer of dark ink, no longer visible.
"The lands beyond the Domain have been peaceful for too long. Prepare yourselves to bear the fury of my Dark Forest."
Moir's voice came through once more.
Then countless beings saw streaks of light from the City of Fallen Immortals depart from the distant Dark Forest. In the blink of an eye, the Dark Forest's side had become so deserted that a net could be set at its gate to catch sparrows.
The atmosphere on the Nine Provinces' side suddenly grew heavy.
"Chaos is coming!"
"Isn't this tantamount to a declaration of war?"
"The fourth Dark Upheaval is about to descend!"
"The fall of an Immortal Emperor is enough to become the fuse that ignites the fourth Dark Upheaval."
"Everyone, there is no need to worry. Our talents have grown stronger, and we are in the prime of our lives. This is the perfect time to establish meritorious deeds!"
"Kill! Head beyond the Domain and slaughter