Above the starry sky, the near-gods had gathered.
Hua Tianrui and the other near-gods wore faces full of disappointment.
Ying Liuli's expression was icy, yet there was nothing she could do.
This group of near-gods had already gone mad in their pursuit of immortality.
"If you do not understand your own fate, I can tell you once more."
Hua Tianrui sighed softly, wearing the expression of someone misunderstood by the world. "We do this for the starry sky, for all of you."
The eight Emperors sneered. For the starry sky? For us?
How damn shameless.
You sought immortality, yet painted yourselves as saints.
For the starry sky?
Then risk your lives to open the Immortal Gate yourselves!
Stay out of our affairs. We will fight for what we must fight for and do things however we please.
When the time comes, we will open the Immortal Gate ourselves.
"Why must we fight each other? Wouldn't joining forces make us stronger?"
Nan Yuyang could no longer hold back and shouted coldly.
"The Immortal Gate only wants the strongest. Numbers are meaningless."
The soul martial artist replied indifferently.
That backlash force did not target only one person.
However many people attacked, that many people would suffer the backlash.
Numbers were meaningless.
Moreover, the palaces of the three Immortal Palaces and the Three Lights Grand Formation could only ensure the forced fusion of one person.
One more, and it would be impossible.
"Were these rules set by you?" Huang Qianlin sneered.
"No. They were set by the immortals and gods."
Hua Tianrui said coldly, "This is the method for opening the Immortal Gate left behind by the immortals and gods. If you refuse to do it—
"Not only you, but also your descendants and this entire starry sky will never be able to