Swallowing Eleven Minor Worlds Whole

"Hahaha, Old Liu, how do you like this burial ground?"

"A mighty being dug the pit, and a mighty being's blood consecrated it. That's enough honor for you, isn't it? Who could have more face than us brothers?"

Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord stood before a pitch-black coffin, slapping its lid as he roared with laughter. "Come on, brothers, cheer up! Get the banquet going. Let's send our brother off in grand style, with smiles on our faces..."

"Come on, sing! A friend's heart is like..."

He sang at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse, loud, and painfully off-key. The sound of his divine sense echoed through the starry sky and carried far into the distance.

"Haha, that's Sun Slayer for you!"

Many aged, weathered Nascent Soul Cultivators around him laughed without sorrow, joining Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord in an ancient pop song so old that everyone else had long forgotten it.

The song was joyful and stirring, bold and full of spirit.

They were not putting on a brave face to comfort their comrades. From the bottom of their hearts, they did not fear death all that much.

War was what we wanted.

Death was what we had long prepared for.

Weeping and wailing—

What would that look like?

Like little brides swallowing every grievance? How embarrassing. What would become of the reputations we'd built over all these years?

To die for the Great Dao, to die for the Immortal Sect—that was a worthy death!

After more than a month spent repairing and replenishing its warships and Starry Sky Fortresses, and replacing its cultivator troops, the Starry Sky Expeditionary Army returned to peak condition.

The damage the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace's mighty being had inflicted in his desperate struggle had vanished.

To outsiders, this was terrifying.

They could