As Xi Ping'an's divine body fell, the entire battlefield went silent.
Countless cultivators stared at the azure-clad youth in the sky with reverence and fervor, as though facing a god. They did not dare look him in the eye.
A lord of this world had been born.
And unlike Celestial Lord Shuo Yang, whose short life had been a flower blooming for a moment, this lord would hold the world in his grip for ten thousand years, until his life came to an end.
For all that time, every inch beneath the heavens would be his land, and everyone beneath the heavens his subject.
A long peace was about to arrive.
They would be cultivators serving under the lord of the world. Their future paths, their future chances to reach Spirit Transformation, might become terribly hard to obtain.
Because there were no Spirit Transformation enemies left!
Without Spirit Transformation enemies, where would the battle merits needed for Spirit Transformation come from?!
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
At that thought, Tianyang True Lord, True Lord Xufang, and the others went red-eyed. Bloodthirsty and frantic, they burned their vital blood and charged the Ice Phoenix Celestial Lord, trapped under layer upon layer of attacks from the three army formations.
"Ants!"
"You damned ants..."
The Ice Phoenix Celestial Lord shrieked. A vast, ice-colored wave surged in every direction and swallowed a swath of cultivators.
Ever since her mother, the Ice Plains Celestial Lord, had died, she had been burning her vital blood to fight for her life. Each sweep of her crystalline wings tore through broad stretches of formation patterns and struck down mountain-sized clouds of Nine-Colored Sword Qi. The sword cultivators' halos fell one after another, while swaths of Great Sun flame spheres unleashed by the Primordial Radiance Hall were snuffed out.
Screech!