The Spirit Boats that had sailed in a mighty procession from Azure Cloud Prefecture were packed with friends of the Azure Cloud Li Family.
Daoist Shanchen, who cared deeply about saving face; Puci Supreme Elder, known as a "fence-sitter"; Tianye, one of Qingyun Prefecture's veteran "monsters"; old hands like Ye Xiu and Xuanji; even the Xuanyuan Family, who had once fled to Azure Cloud, and many cultivators from the Eternal Immortal Sect were there.
They had arrived even before Min Youguo issued his call.
They had cheered along the way, because that old fellow Puci Supreme Elder was so skilled at raising morale. Then, little by little, no one could cheer anymore.
The disturbance on the Myriad Races Battlefield was immense—so immense that even just after leaving Azure Cloud Prefecture, they could see bloody light filling the heavens. Blood-red vortices seemed to descend from the sky over their destination. The cultivators of Azure Cloud Prefecture who had lived through the wars against immortals understood, of course: there were immortals there, countless immortals.
The enemies there were more terrifying than any they had faced in any war.
Only when Min Youguo asked the cultivators of the world to do their part for humanity, and the Heavenly Dao Prophet's Dao Gate Mountains became a wondrous sight visible to everyone entering the battlefield, did they understand that this was a war they were marching into to die.
"The blood moon..."
A woman's voice reached the ears of every Azure Cloud expert. Zishu Feng stood aboard the Eternal Immortal Sect's Spirit Boat, gazing at the battlefield.
As far as her eyes could reach, countless immortals beneath the endless night had transformed into hideous masses of flesh and blood, blotting out the sky and sun. In all those places, she sensed the auras of the