"No need to panic!"
A calm, indifferent voice echoed above the central battlefield. Everyone instinctively looked toward the sudden emerald radiance, only to see it cascade like an inverted river of heaven, shrouding the entire starry battlefield in an instant.
Those low-level cultivators injured by the collision of rules suddenly discovered that their damaged spirit veins were healing at a visible rate. Cultivators on the verge of madness felt a coolness pierce straight into their Qi Seas, and their restless minds immediately cleared.
"True Monarch Changqing!"
No one knew who shouted the name first, but the entire starry expanse soon echoed with cries of astonishment rising and falling one after another.
Aboard the Taiyan Sect flagship, Li Miaolin gazed at that figure, his eyes holding both envy and a trace of bewilderment. Luo Feng had long since dropped to one knee in devout reverence. Zhi Gong kept his head lowered, concealing his expression.
Then seven streams of light shot over from their respective flagships. Zhu Wu, Zang Yi, and five others descended before Wang Ping and clasped their hands in salute. "Greetings, True Monarch Changqing!"
Though their voices were soft, every cultivator heard them clearly.
Within the fleets to the rear, countless cultivators saluted in turn. Some were trembling all over with excitement. At this critical juncture of life and death, the arrival of a Mystic Sect True Lord was undoubtedly a calming pill for everyone.
Wang Ping's gaze remained fixed upon the Outer Realm Star ahead, blanketed in darkness.
Mysterious light flowed around him, and with every ripple, the surrounding rules froze. Beneath the gaze of those terrifyingly calm eyes, even the rampaging darkness seemed to be retreating.
"This is a rule constructed from Outer Realm energy. Let us call it the 'Destruction Rule' for now. But this is