The starry sky seethed with slaughter!
The Vermilion Bird Army Formation had all but summoned a real divine Vermilion Bird!
No, the spell-born Vermilion Bird formed by the human Dao Heirs and their soldiers had already surpassed that immortal race's bloodline in sheer power. Even a true eighth-step Vermilion Bird would have been battered here, perhaps killed within moments.
The divine bird's wings tore through the void, and its talons ripped apart the rules of ten thousand Daos, seizing karma and souls. Nothing could withstand them; nothing could escape the flames.
The Undying Vermilion Bird Flame burned across the sky, incinerating ten thousand Daos. A single wisp meant destruction, with no hope of escape. It was terrifying beyond measure.
Under that dreadful assault, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Heir, united with his sword, charged in every direction. Again and again, amid nine deaths and one chance of life—or ten deaths and one chance of life—he found an opening and carved a path to survival with a single stroke. It beggared belief.
The slightest mistake would have killed him.
Yet he never made one!
Time after time, he hewed a path through situations that offered ten deaths and no life. No one could mistake it for coincidence.
"That swordsmanship..."
Every Dao Heir of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain felt a jolt.
This sword cultivator had surely grown into a fearsome being through countless bloody battles.
"Ten deaths and no life" was only how they saw it. To a Sword Heir raised among the blood and bones of countless powerful foes, this deadly battlefield might have been another world entirely—one he watched, calculated, and waited within, coldly and without pause.
Far from the seething battlefield, the dreamscape was calm.
A timid soul fluttered about like a moth, darting this way and