Jiang Ding led the many cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm toward the Fallen Immortal Realm.
Everyone stood atop the Taiyin Heavenly Palace. After flying for a while, they saw a sea of figures in the distance—billions of people, humans and demons alike, all standing solemnly. Every aura was powerful. Celestials stood in ranks, Void Refining and Dao Integration cultivators were as plentiful as grass, and Spirit Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators were everywhere, like dust in the wind.
There were even auras of Supremes!
At first glance, they looked no different from the allied forces of the Fallen Immortal Realm in the past—if anything, they were more orderly.
The ranks of this multiracial army were not divided along clear lines. Instead, its members were mixed together everywhere. One look showed they had no guard up against one another. They shared immense trust, without a trace of racial hatred. It was almost beyond belief.
"Enemy sightings..."
A Celestial of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm spoke without thinking.
In an instant, icy killing intent surged. Formations rose among the Celestials of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, and streaks of Sword Qi formed around the two Supremes. A sword formation sprang into being from nothing. Yin and yang endured without end, ready to grind ten thousand enemies to pieces. Their instinct for battle was etched into their bones.
"Please don't worry, seniors."
"These are merely some warm and hospitable fellow Daoists."
Jiang Ding reassured them. "After great heroes have spent years campaigning beyond the realm, far from home, and given so much, how could they return without flowers paving the road and immortal music to welcome them?"
His gratitude was sincere.
Back then, it was because the Great Sun Sword Heir had wanted to challenge the prodigies of the entire Fallen