The Great Sun Sword Heir's Claim to the Realm

Beneath a single sword strike, a million cultivators submitted!

At the boundary between the clouds and the layer of fierce winds—where the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace cultivators had laid their ambush—the sky now lay silent.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators knelt and kowtowed, offering their loyalty.

The Northern Aerospace Front Army's steel fleet passed through the chaotic boundary one vessel after another. Its crews stared at the battlefield, dumbstruck. They had not fired a shot. It felt like a dream.

Nothing like this had ever happened in the Immortal Sect!

Even if the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace cultivators had been routed, so long as they retained nearly half their strength, there was no chance they would surrender as an organized force. No surrender policy could have changed that.

Yet the cultivators in the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace's battle formation still retained most of their strength. They could still fight to the death, and yet...

"Why is this happening?"

Ou Yanghui could scarcely believe it.

This was nothing like her military education. Not one bit.

The warships' communications channel had also fallen silent.

Soon, someone gave a soft sigh.

"...A claim to rule this realm..."

"...We're seen as outsiders. But the Great Sun Sword Heir is seen as one of them..."

Someone spoke softly.

The voice was so faint that it seemed to scatter on the wind the moment it emerged.

A deathly silence settled over the communications channel.

'We're willing to die in your service...'

'Die in your service...'

That phrase had never once come from the mouth of an enemy of the Immortal Sect, no matter how overwhelming its advantage or how crushing its strength.

Clearly, no cultivator was a fool.

No cultivator from beyond the realm believed they could attain the Dao in the Immortal Sect. At best,