Throughout the endless ages, no matter how the outside world changed, Phoenix Nest had always held a place among the Inner Realm's Top Ten Uniting Dao Cities. Like Dragon City, it ranked among the very best.
Not to mention the top ten—even the most ordinary Uniting Dao City had its own defensive system, unless it was something as special as One Man City.
Because the Phoenix Race had so few members and Phoenix Nest lay within a natural fortress, they had never placed much importance on defenses.
But not placing much importance on them did not mean they had none.
Phoenix Nest had its own defensive system, which had now been activated. Countless cultivators who had withdrawn from Dragon City were stationed within it.
Outside Phoenix Nest, the Primordial Parasol Tree had made secret arrangements as well.
It was a Supreme Treasure left behind in the universe by the Dragon and Phoenix Ancestors. It possessed an innate vigilance and sensitivity toward crises that might arise in the future.
What Lu Ye had triggered was precisely the hidden measures the Primordial Parasol Tree had laid within those countless spatial rifts. The Path of Space was one of its innate powers, so naturally, through Lu Ye's hand, it could achieve such an outcome.
As the surrounding space shattered, the four poles collapsed, and heaven and earth overturned into chaos.
Amid cries of alarm, several thousand cultivators each unleashed their methods, trying to flee their positions, but it was all futile.
Violent, surging Void Currents poured from the omnipresent rifts, sweeping forth like monstrous waves. The Uniting Dao cultivators caught within could not control themselves. In an instant, more than half were swallowed up and vanished without a trace.
Even the few fortunate ones did not last long. Perhaps they merely felt their