He was going to revive all the cultivators who had died defending the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands!
Reviving fallen cultivators—even those in the Immortal Emperor Realm—came at a tremendous cost.
Not only did he have to burn his own origin, he also had to draw upon the vitality of heaven and earth. His soul would endure the agony of being torn apart, and the slightest misstep could severely damage his origin and cause his cultivation to fall.
But in the end, he could not simply watch those cultivators who had died defending their homeland have their souls scattered to the winds.
Bai Ye's doppelganger raised his hand and formed seals. The black and white qi around him suddenly surged, no longer a gentle nourishing force but a violent aura brimming with destructive power. He voluntarily burned half of his origin. Fine bloodstains appeared across his brow, and as his soul trembled, strands of pure Yin-Yang Dao Principles transformed into a sky full of white light that blanketed the entire Imperial Pass battlefield.
Wherever the white light passed, the scattered corpses of the cultivators began to tremble faintly. The dissipated fragments of their souls were forcibly drawn together and condensed, while their shattered meridians and bodies rapidly rebuilt themselves before the naked eye, and their dried-up blood and qi began to flow anew.
The souls of the low-level cultivators were the first to condense. They opened their eyes in bewilderment, looked at their perfectly intact bodies, then turned toward their familiar companions nearby, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Rebuilding the bodies of the high-level cultivators was far more difficult. Bai Ye's doppelganger gritted his teeth and activated his remaining origin. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, soaking his white robes, while the Dao power around him began to