The human sword cultivators began to flee.
A sword cultivator's life was one of forging swords, practicing the sword, slaughter, and flight.
Contrary to many stereotypes, this inheritance was not one that blindly charged ahead. Once things became impossible and the chance of victory had fallen to zero percent, they fled faster and more fiercely than rabbits, with something of the cicada sensing autumn before the wind had even stirred.
A sword cultivator who was not good at fleeing was not an outstanding sword cultivator.
In merely a few breaths,
the Heavenly Court battlefield, where the fighting had reached a frenzy, came to an end. Every sword cultivator slipped away, fleeing madly, each of them fighting for their lives.
At the same time, the most dreadful casualties appeared.
In all battles, the greatest casualties did not occur when the battle lines were locked in frontal slaughter, but when one side collapsed and the victors pursued the fleeing and routed!
The human sword cultivators had not collapsed; they were retreating in orderly fashion.
But that could not conceal the fact that they were fleeing.
The Weaving Heaven Divine Court's supreme divine army and the Heavenly Court's celestial soldiers and generals saw their morale surge in an instant. They gave chase at their heels, achieving tremendous results for a time.
Vast numbers of human sword cultivators were buried here, their blood staining the starry sky.
Sword cultivators killed. Sword cultivators won.
Sword cultivators failed. Sword cultivators died.
The heavenly principle of this boundless starry sky, the radiant mandate of fate, had never changed.
Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
"Your Majesty,"
"the first test has been completed."
The Empress Fusang, who oversaw the Dao Court's many military and political affairs, spoke softly. "Over the past hundred thousand years, the Myriad Races Heavenly