The Course of the Realm War

Did you agree to surrender!?

The question was extremely sensitive. Along the banks of the Heavenly River, the Immortal Realm's inhabitants wore all kinds of expressions.

Some looked indignant, feeling insulted. Some gritted their teeth, deeply dissatisfied. Others' pupils trembled as they clenched their fists, clearly tempted!

When faced with life or death, a million people would make a million different choices. Some chose to resist, while others chose to yield and scrape by. That was only natural.

Even some Immortal Realm Great Powers and Quasi-King titans were struggling inside. They had not reached this stage of cultivation easily and did not want to die so readily. They wanted to find a way to survive.

"Do you really believe him?"

Just as the Immortal Realm's inhabitants were making their choices between life and death, the Moon God, standing still like the Guanghan Fairy, spoke. Her red lips parted, and her voice was melodious.

She held a jade flute in her hand, her face veiled by thin gauze. Her exposed eyes were cool as water, clear and pure.

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. The Divine Realm and Immortal Realm have different Cultivation Systems. If you choose to cling to life, at most you'll become slaves of the Divine Realm."

"Are you truly willing? You spent a million years cultivating to reach your current realm, only to willingly kneel at another's feet? Willingly wag your tails and beg like dogs?"

The Moon God's words held not a trace of emotion. Her voice was calm, yet her words stirred people's hearts, bringing those who had been wavering back to their senses.

Clinging to life would bring endless humiliation!

Who would be willing?

They might as well fight to the death, like Great Cultivators who stood tall between heaven and