The world of desert and scattered oases fell quiet, sand drifting endlessly on the wind.
Who could have imagined that just nine breaths ago, this realm had been rich with life, full of forests, canyons, and streams?
Now countless people had died in the aftermath of the mighty's attacks, and the entire realm had changed.
By that measure, how many worlds and realms named the Yellow Sand Minor Realm, the Wildplain Domain, or the Desert-Wall Realm had seen earth-shaking battles in ages past? Perhaps the scars had endured to this day, rather than being natural features as so many living beings believed.
Whoosh!
The calm of this sand-choked realm did not last long.
Two moments later, a violent, dark streak of light descended. A pressure of scarlet blood energy bore down on the entire realm, with countless puppets and skeletons rising and sinking within it. Its roiling killing intent, shock, and rage nearly crushed the living beings in several nearby realms already riddled with wounds.
Tuluo Celestial of the Immortal Artifact Sect!
The celestial held a great axe of gears and machinery. His body was composed of countless masses of flesh and mechanical gears, and he cultivated both body refinement and the puppet path. He had been urgently summoned by the Immortal Artifact Sect from a battlefield outside the Thunderflame Domain.
By abandoning that vital battlefield, he had caused the Immortal Artifact Sect's army there to collapse completely, with countless dead and wounded.
Countless sect disciples and countless Flesh-Demon Puppet Dao Soldiers had been wiped out by the celestials of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, who had swallowed up more than ten domains. The cost had been immense.
"Qiansi!"
"You old bastard. You actually died?"
Tuluo Celestial tore a mountain thousands of meters high from the ground and stuffed it