A sun rose into a brilliant starfield, its light illuminating countless worlds.
Tap!
Tap, tap, tap!
In another starfield, ghosts wailed, cold winds howled, and demons danced in frenzy.
One flesh puppet after another, each bearing a mechanism cylinder, marched onto the battlefield in orderly steps. Every footfall was precise to the extreme, perfectly aligned with even the finest formation patterns of the eighth-tier Flesh Furnace Heavenly Demon Formation. Step by step, they approached the battlefield of light and destruction.
Individually, these Immortal Artifact Sect flesh puppets were all different. Each was a masterpiece forged with care, by no means a cheap puppet churned out in bulk.
Some took the form of imposing tigers as large as mountains, with razor-sharp claws, rotting skin, and gears that turned from time to time. Human palms sprouted from the spines along their backs, their fingers stretching like threads to secure crimson, blood-vessel-like mechanism cylinders to the puppet tigers.
Now and then, a mechanical tiger panted softly, spraying a scorching liquid like crimson lava.
Some puppets were half-human, made of countless pieces of flesh and gears. Their upper bodies resembled blue-faced scholars, with bamboo-shaped mechanism cylinders like book baskets on their backs, while their lower bodies crawled on countless winding tentacles, hideous and terrifying;
Some were flesh-and-mechanism birds soaring through the sky; some were half-human, half-centipede flesh puppets that tunneled underground; others were invisible mechanical puppets as fine as dust, killing without a trace...
Puppets of every kind—flying through the sky, burrowing through the earth, as large as stars or too small for the naked eye—seemed to encompass every variety under heaven. The fruits of countless years of immortal-path puppetcraft across the entire Upper Realm were laid bare, enough to make anyone struggle to breathe.
These puppets stretched beyond the horizon!
Flesh puppets marched