The Dark Supremacy? Mere chickens and dogs.

Jin Haoyang manifested his Golden Crow true form.

Wreathed in raging blazing fire, he beat his wings and soared.

Though his Three-Legged Golden Crow true form lacked the noble sanctity of the Prehistoric World's Golden Crow, it did not lose its majesty. The kingly form of the golden, flame-wreathed bird spread across the heavens, its entire body blazing with searing fire.

Amid the surging spiritual-energy currents whipped up by his mana was a Supreme Imperial Weapon forged by the Golden Crow Clan's first-generation Great Emperor!

A Supreme Imperial Weapon that had endured endless ages!

It was a crimson-gold spear, its shaft flowing with immortal Dao patterns branded upon it by generations of Golden Crow Clan ancestors.

"Old Ancestor, do not panic! I'm here to help you!"

He was fast to the absolute limit. Crossing the sea of stars, he closed in on the outskirts of the battlefield in the blink of an eye, and the Supreme Imperial Weapon exuded an Emperor-level pressure sufficient to tear apart the stellar river.

Seeing this, the other immortal Daoist Traditions of the Yang Realm, though each harboring their own concerns, also made their moves one after another.

Within the Sword Immortal Tomb, that aged figure gripped the ancient sword. The rust on its blade flaked away in showers, revealing a section of sword edge gleaming with piercing chill.

He said nothing. He merely swung his sword, and a sword light that pierced through the stellar river had already arrived ahead of all else.

At the Immortal Jiang Family, Jiang Xuanchen brought forth an ancient bronze mirror. The mirror reflected phantoms of the entire battlefield, and its light poured forth like a waterfall. Wherever it shone, the power of darkness churned violently.

At the Immortal Ye Family, the old man in azure tore a page