Never Forget Why You Started, and Your Purpose Will Be Fulfilled

That day, the sea of clouds over the Northern Continent suddenly dispersed.

All the common folk raised their heads and saw three streams of pure qi pierce through the yellow clouds filling the sky like long rainbows. They had no idea what they were,

but then they saw the dense mist suddenly scatter away, and the outlines deep within the canopy of heaven gradually became clear.

Palaces upon palaces dotted the firmament like countless stars.

Dragon Han, Scarlet Brightness, High Sovereign, Opening Sovereign, Prolonged Prosperity.

Walls and towers as white as jade, palace roofs like mountain ridges, auspicious clouds forming long stairways that connected to the heavenly gates. At the end of those stairs stood a towering celestial gate, beyond which lay the most majestic Soaring Heavens Palace.

The fabled Immortal Court had abruptly revealed its true visage to the mortal world.

The overwhelming pressure made it hard to breathe.

The next moment, orderly ranks of silver armor marched forth. The clashing of their armor gathered into thunder that resounded between heaven and earth. As far as the eye could see, they resembled a silver sea of the Milky Way—far more than a hundred thousand in number.

They held long weapons and gazed coldly down upon the mortal realm, their majesty and killing intent soaring into the sky.

Shaken by that thunder, the common folk instinctively glanced at the rust-speckled broken blades in their hands, then at the cultivators before them who had sought to suppress them, only to be hacked to death by an impassioned mob. For a moment, they were at a loss.

Why had the Immortal Court remained silent when cities fell? Why had it seemed blind when these immortals and eminent monks turned hostile and sought to attack all living beings?

Yet after they had