Outside the Rainbow Realm Sea.
The Seven-Kill Immortal Palace army that had besieged this place for over ten thousand years collapsed in an instant.
Dozens of Celestials and billions of Seven-Kill Immortal Palace cultivators fled in every direction. They had lost all confidence. Precious Seven-Kill Banners toppled every which way; some were even abandoned where they fell.
Overwhelming fear sent every cultivator fleeing like wolves and stampeding like pigs.
Yet the Seven-Kill Daoist Heir never appeared.
By all rights, that should have been impossible. These were his finest troops. They had followed his orders to besiege this place, the Pure-Yang Sword Heir's palace, and had already paid a terrible price.
He could not have forgotten this battlefield and gone off to do something else. It made no sense.
And yet that was exactly what had happened.
The Seven-Kill Daoist Heir never appeared.
Even the Great Sun Sword Heir could not find him.
Some Seven-Kill Immortal Palace cultivator must have carried a summoning formation to bring the Seven-Kill Daoist Heir here at the crucial moment. He had never actually been on this battlefield.
From the look of things, he would not be coming.
"Seven Killings! Seven Killings!"
"A feeble spell cultivator, unworthy of the name Seven-Kill Daoist Heir."
A whisper appeared at once in the souls of every Seven-Kill Immortal Palace Celestial.
It chilled them to the bone. They could neither shut it out nor ignore it. All they could do was feel the fear swelling within their souls.
"Who's there?"
"Come out! Come out!"
They nearly went mad, lashing out wildly at everything around them, yet their attacks accomplished nothing.
The cold terror drew closer, accompanied by words.
"How could ants like these defile my sword?"
"Yet a sword cultivator living in such a sullied world must have a political