At the same time, deep within the Earthly Immortal Realm, countless reclusive immortal cultivators and mighty experts in seclusion broke through their closed-door cultivation one after another. Each displayed their divine abilities and rushed toward the heaven and earth beyond the domain. Eighteen Saint positions hung overhead like blazing suns at noon, setting the blood of those elder cultivators who had been trapped at the quasi-Saint realm for years surging and stirring their hearts into turmoil—
Who would be willing to miss such a rare opportunity bestowed by heaven?
"Who knows how many cultivators will still be alive after this calamity?"
Yet Su Yang had long since seen through the heavenly secrets—this opening of the passage between the two worlds had brought eighteen additional Saint positions. To those cultivators who had been stuck outside the gates of the Saint realm, suffering through ten thousand years without being able to enter, it was both a rare opportunity, a ladder to heaven, and a soul-severing blade wrapped in honey.
Saints neither lived nor died. Perched high atop the Great Dao, they looked down upon all living beings as one might watch a colony of ants. To set foot in this realm, how could one avoid carving away flesh, stripping out bone, burning the heart, and refining the soul?
In the heaven and earth beyond the domain, slaughter was the law. Bloody battles raged without cease every day; wronged souls condensed into black clouds, while resentment rushed straight toward the ninth heaven.
Even if slaughter was the iron law of that world, defying heaven and harming harmony could never be the proper path. The Heavenly Dao loathed it as well, and thus used this opening of the passage, first, to establish Saint positions far and wide; second, to borrow a blade to cut