Eight Great Immortal Sects' Allied Army Breaks Through and Lands

The Spiritfire Realm.

Four holes had been torn through the world barrier by terrifying Void Refining war-artifact spells. Countless cultivators sat cross-legged atop towers, palaces, and giant trees, descending into the realm against the biting astral winds.

They passed through the world-thunder layer and the astral-wind layer. Several hours later, they reached the boundary between the astral winds and the clouds.

The boundary between the clouds and the astral winds in the Fire Spirit World was sharply defined. Within the clouds, everything was pale red, the temperature was lower, and flames were scarce. In the astral-wind layer, fire-baleful winds blew constantly; even Nascent Soul Cultivators dared not remain there for long.

Those winds had no effect on the cultivators' battle formations. They blew as they pleased, while the formations stood unmoving, solid as mountains.

Clearly, these were armies the Eight Great Immortal Sects—particularly the seven sects besides the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace—had spent years preparing. Morale was high, the individual cultivators were powerful, and their battle formations were superb.

"The astral winds and the clouds..."

Liu Kuang, the Myriad Beasts Daoist Heir, stared at the shadows of the steel fleet within the clouds. Phantoms of myriad beasts growled and roared around him as his fighting spirit rose.

The other six Daoist Heirs were nearby: Ji Liuyue, the Azurewood Daoist Heir; Tian Xuanzi, the Black Tortoise Daoist Heir; Three-One, the Shadow Demon Abyss's Daoist Heir; the Upper Clear Spirit Treasure Daoist Heir; the Alchemy Cauldron Daoist Heir... They had all gathered together rather than spreading out.

Perhaps they had once looked down on the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, believing it could never produce a true Great Sun Sword Heir because it lacked the foundation.

But Chong Yuanzi had now paid for that contempt with his life. No one held that mistaken