A Patchwork Soul

Beneath the Immortal-Banishing Sword Array, black clouds shrouded a city still engulfed in blazing flames despite the damp weather. One massive Spirit Boat after another gradually emerged from the overcast sky. The cultivators bustling aboard leaned over the sides and cast their spells downward, instantly discerning traces of the battle between Fire Ancestor of the Azure Cloud Li Family and Gu An, the Celestial Immortal.

Inside the cabin of the largest Spirit Boat, the leaders of the Southern Border's various factions wore solemn expressions as they gazed outside. In less than a day, they would reach the borders of the so-called "Immortal Domain."

At the center of the many powerful figures lay a map showing the distribution of the three prefectures beneath the Blood Moon.

After sweeping her gaze over the crowd, Zishu Feng said gravely, "Since this is a counterattack, it must be a full-scale counterattack. Kill their immortals. The Immortal Domain's primary faith rests upon Pure Immortal Maiden and Gu An. Once they fall into ruin, the Blood Moon will naturally recede. If the Immortal Domain wishes to rise again, it will need fifty years."

"Across the three prefectures and eighteen counties, there are immortals and half-immortals stationed everywhere."

Zishu Feng turned her gaze toward Duanmu Qi.

Not much time had passed between the Southern Border discovering immortals and learning how to deal with them. It was rather laughable—nearly every faction in the Southern Border had Mortal World Immortal as its "mentor." That immortal, who knew heaven and earth alike, called herself a "wandering immortal" and lived in the Eternal Immortal Sect. Duanmu Qi had supported Mortal World Immortal for a hundred years and had even built her a shrine.

Seeing Zishu Feng look over, Duanmu Qi said, "Mortal World Immortal's records mention many former members of the