Ling Xiao left his brothers behind and arrived at the battlefield between the two realms.
This great war had dragged on for far, far too long, yet there was still no sign of it ending.
The flames of war continued to spread, reaching ever more distant places.
On this day, Ling Xiao arrived at the battlefield, where the lords of the various Divine Halls were also fighting.
"Sun God Lord!"
"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, why have you come?"
The various hall lords thought to themselves, Why aren't you staying home and living off a woman? What are you doing here?
"I've come to join the battle."
Ling Xiao spoke blandly, his gaze fixed on the distance.
The battlefield between the two realms was even vaster than a multiverse. Within it were the light of the primordial beginning, the aura of origin, and all kinds of destructive power.
A single gale of astral wind could blow a ninth-heaven Primordial Taiji expert into dust, killing them so completely that even their Dao would vanish.
The armies of the two realms rolled ever onward like a torrent of history, each trying to crush the other.
Yet the armies of the two realms were closely matched, and they possessed nearly endless numbers of living beings. There was simply no way to kill them all.
With a flicker, Ling Xiao entered the battlefield. His eyes swept across it, and a mass of Thousand Autumn Realm troops was ground into nothingness.
With a single glance, he had destroyed tens of thousands of living beings.
"The Sun Hall Lord?"
"Ling Xiao has come!"
Many experts of the Thousand Autumn Realm recognized Ling Xiao at once, their expressions turning incomparably grim.
"Good! This time, I'll make sure you come but never return."
With a thunderous shout, Sixth Ancestor