Nine Central City had once been a scene of surging winds and gathering clouds. The low-hanging clouds seemed ready to descend to the ground, pressing down on everything with an immense weight.
Puppet Emperor's towering, silver-gray body stood between heaven and earth, a red cape fluttering behind him.
Farther away, eighteen giant puppets each stood in their own place, holding long blades and surrounding an area hundreds of cities wide.
No matter how violently the winds and clouds churned across the region, they seemed unable to affect Puppet Emperor in the slightest.
"I never thought Puppet Emperor would attempt to break through to the Imperial Realm already. I wonder whether he'll succeed." Looking at Puppet Emperor, whose aura continued to rise in the distant sky, Dharma King Serpent Mu's eyes were full of envy.
Not everyone had a chance to attempt the Imperial Realm. At their level, there was only so much they could improve. It wasn't just a matter of cultivation techniques; they also lacked sufficient understanding of the higher realms.
At present, the powerful figures of nearly every faction had been summoned here. For one thing, they were separated from the Immortal Realm by the Xuanyong Battlefield, with each side ruling its own territory.
The Immortal Realm would need a great deal of time to mobilize enough troops for an attack. By now, it was no longer as powerful as it had been when the Immortal-Demon Battlefield first opened.
It had suffered too many losses at Lu Xiaotian's hands and needed to defend its established territories. Though it had abandoned much of the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, it could not give up certain core interests entirely.
The Immortal Realm still had a formidable foundation. It could muster enough strength to wipe out several forces under Puppet Emperor, Dragon Seal Reverend,