Myriad Spirits Die for the Dao

Inside the sphere of light.

The Demon Lord, Dugu Baitian, the Human King, the Ghost Lord, and the others stood at the front. Slowly, they turned toward the countless immortals, gods, cultivators, and surviving beings who had followed them here.

The killing edge fell away from them. Only heaviness and guilt remained on their faces.

Together, they bowed. Their voices were low and hoarse, laden with grief and remorse:

"Everyone... we're sorry."

No explanation was needed. Everyone present could sense the will and resolve in the hearts of these supreme warriors.

The plan laid across the ages, the final assault on Heaven, had never been a battle waged by a chosen few. It was a struggle for the lives of every being in the world.

In this battle, there was no survival. Only death.

For an instant, the faintest flicker of fear crossed countless cultivators' eyes—the instinctive urge to live in the face of death.

But that fear vanished as quickly as it came.

The next moment, it gave way to acceptance, courage, and a resolve fierce enough to burn their souls to ash.

Countless cries for battle burst from their throats, ringing through the entire secret realm and shaking the ancient void!

"This is a monster born of selfish desire, a scourge upon the heavens! We defy fate—so what if we die?"

No one retreated. No one feared the fight.

That fleeting fear was the nature of mortal life. Their willingness to die now was their duty to all living beings.

"There's no need to apologize!"

A thunderous roar shattered the gloom.

An ancient war god stood tall, his armor broken and cracked, his body covered in the Heavenly Dao's black blood. His back was straight as an ageless peak, and his eyes burned. "Demon Lord, Dugu Baitian, Human