The Immortal Sect's Last Starfield Guard

In the starry sky, the Eight Great Immortal Sects' Void Refining Dao soldiers and battle formations were at an overwhelming disadvantage. Some sections were even collapsing.

This terrified the Dao soldiers and cultivators, but they had not lost faith.

Roar!

At last, a Black Tortoise appeared among the stars, towering between heaven and earth and suppressing the galaxy. Boundless pressure rolled outward, shaking the star river.

He raised a hand and struck with his palm.

A colossal pillar-like foot, forged from immortal divine metal, descended. In an instant, it shattered a small planet. Its fortress cannons, the main guns of thousands of carriers and warships, and the cultivators aboard were all crushed to nothing.

Black Tortoise!

A mighty being of the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace!

The cultivation world was, after all, a world where great power resided in one person. No number of Dao soldiers or battle formations could compare with a supreme powerhouse. Every movement could whip up a storm across the star river.

And that was not all.

With the tides of Nether Soul-Eroding Astral Wind, a towering tree lush with green appeared among the stars. Branches as vast as mountain ranges swayed, brushing aside the destructive beams of thousands of fortress cannons as though they were dust.

Roar!

Roar, roar!

Then came the terrifying sound waves of ten thousand beasts roaring through the starfield. Enormous beastly figures appeared: a black dragon, a fire phoenix, a mountain-sized giant ape, a nine-headed eagle-serpent... All were noble breeds of ancient immortals and gods, supreme among their peers and capable of suppressing whole swaths of prodigies.

Yet now they surrounded a hazy old man, prostrate before him in submission.

Amid ten thousand treasures stood another figure, radiant with golden light, sacred and serene, bearing immense majesty and supreme sanctity;

there was