Magic World? Holy God? Great Prosperity World.
Before the spatial passageway.
One Shrine Venerable after another stared ahead, watching for outsiders who might break through at any moment.
War between civilizations had never been so simple.
Thus, they too had adopted the advanced combat methods of technological civilizations.
First, deploy a spirit-locking device to seal them in, then wait for them to come and die before launching a counterattack.
It was just a pity that things like weapons of mass destruction were fixed in place on the technological civilization's side and could not be moved.
Otherwise, one shot would have done the job—simple and quick.
Spiritual energy intertwined at the mouth of the spatial passageway. Cultivators wielding magic artifacts slaughtered the outsiders who came passing through one after another.
Under the suppression of spiritual energy, they were just like Great Prosperity World had once been—utterly incapable of fighting back.
"They seem to cultivate differently from us."
"No, the essence is still the same. They just seem to have taken another path."
Several Shrine Venerables were quite relaxed at the moment, their gazes resting on the corpses they had just slain.
Standing before one corpse, a Venerable reached out and touched the man's forehead, then felt his abdomen.
Spiritual energy was still spiritual energy, but these people used it differently from them.
And these clothes looked rather strange as well.
"Outsiders are outsiders. One look tells you they are barbarians. How could a world like this possibly compare to our Dao World?"
A middle-aged Shrine Venerable spoke disdainfully. Looking at the corpses on the ground, contempt flashed through his eyes.
"You cannot put it that way. Perhaps they were originally people of the Dao World as well, only they have completely fallen into depravity."
"If not for the Great Dao Venerable,