The turmoil within the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had only just subsided.
Immortal clans such as the Wang Clan had been uprooted entirely, and the gloom that had weighed upon countless cultivators' hearts was completely swept away.
The entire Emperor Pass entered a rare period of peace and clarity.
Many old soldiers stationed in the Border Wasteland had thought that, beneath the Heavenly Emperor's supreme glory, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands would be able to rest and recuperate for a few days.
Yet peace was always fleeting.
"Woooooo..."
A long, profound horn call suddenly drifted from the farthest edge of the horizon without warning.
The sound was desolate and stirring, carrying an iron-blooded Slaughter Qi that could pierce straight through the soul.
The True Dragon Horn had sounded.
In that instant, the entire Emperor Pass seemed like a slumbering primordial beast awakening, erupting into a frenzy.
Everyone knew what that horn call signified. The Foreign Territory's army had once again reached their borders, and the clash between the two realms was about to unfold anew upon this land soaked in blood.
On the vast plaza within the walls of Emperor Pass, littered with the wreckage of countless celestial bodies, a sea of people had already gathered.
Countless elite cavalrymen stood in orderly formation. They wore heavy black-gold armor and gripped halberds flashing with cold light.
Their mounts were all savage Primordial Remnant Species—demonic tigers with wings, earth dragons covered from head to toe in crimson scales. The beasts' panting and the clatter of armor intertwined, converging into a towering aura of grim slaughter that shot into the clouds.
At the very forefront of this massive army stood a group of youthful faces brimming with vitality and fighting spirit.
They were the most dazzling peerless Heavenly Prides of this