Military Soul: The Many

The hazy space shattered, and the shadow of a steel fleet descended in full.

A crushing pressure spread across the starry river, filling it, smoothing the Nether Soul-Eroding Astral Wind between realms as it rolled onward.

The fleet blocked the sun, casting a vast black shadow over the small world. Night fell at noon, terrifying billions of living beings.

A fearsome will appeared among the stars!

A chaotic military formation unfurled. Its patterns spread in every direction, forming the hazy phantom of a world. Within it, living beings were born, aged, fell ill, and died. They knew joy, anger, grief, delight, and fear before turning to dust—and from that dust, new life arose.

Generation after generation, the cycle went on without end.

Through birth and death, every living being strove, struggled, and changed.

At last, they built an immortal path that reached the heavens!

Within the military formation's phantom world lay wisps of power that Core Formation and Nascent Soul Cultivators could neither observe nor sense. Even their divine senses could not identify it.

Anyone who looked upon it felt their soul slow to a crawl. Their mind went blank again and again, unaware of time passing or heaven and earth turning.

"This is the power of Void Refining..."

Jiang Ding drew a deep breath and gazed at the Immortal Sect's finest, most glorious achievement in immortal-path technology.

"Military Soul: The Many!"

"The Many!"

"Three people make a crowd. A thousand, ten thousand, hundreds of millions make the many!"

"The many who stand united as one, who press forward as others fall, whose sons take their fathers' places, who move mountains like the Foolish Old Man—the many for whom I serve everyone, and everyone serves me!"

"It is because the military soul, 'The Many,' exists that the Immortal Sect's fleet