Xuandu stood in the void outside the Primordial Fetal Membrane. Behind him were dense masses of figures, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The Farm Teachings, the Human Race, the Dragon race, the Phoenix race, the Kirin race, the Wu Race Remnants, Rogue Cultivators of the Demon Race's various clans...
Farther away, there were also those prehistoric Rogue Cultivators and reclusive great experts who had seen the commotion and rushed over of their own accord, still converging in an endless stream from every direction.
They had merely seen the Primordial Fetal Membrane trembling and the Farm Teachings Disciples all rushing over at once, and they knew something major had happened.
Xuandu tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, the Merit Golden Wheel turning behind his head.
"Fellow Disciples, in this battle today, we fight to defend the primordial world!"
Facing the countless comrades behind him, his voice passed through layer after layer of people, shaking the void until faint ripples spread through it.
Kong Xuan stood at his side. The illusory form of the Five-Colored Divine Light slowly unfurled behind him, red, green, yellow, white, and black radiance interweaving into a fan-shaped barrier that kept the Chaotic Qi within a hundred zhang at bay.
"Behind us are our homeland, our loved ones, and our fellow Daoists."
"One step back, and we fall into ten thousand kalpas with no return."
Everyone on the defensive line drew in a breath at the same time.
"No retreat!"
"No retreat!"
"No retreat!"
Those Extraterritorial Beings bewitched by the Demon God surged out of the Void Rift, layered upon layered, boundless and endless, grotesque in every shape imaginable.
Those things came in all sorts of forms. Aside from normal humanoid shapes, some were like moving mountain ranges, their surfaces covered in