Extraterritorial Battlefield, the foremost front line.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a dense Blood Sea.
That Blood Sea was not still. It slowly churned like boiling lava, exuding an aura that made one's blood run cold.
Countless ancient corpses of powerful cultivators floated within the Blood Sea. Some were intact, some shattered. Deep despair and unwillingness remained on every face, as though recounting their past glory and tragedy.
Above the void, enormous dragons, phoenixes, and qilin wandered through the chaos.
These cultivators of races that had once dominated the Great World were now reduced to nothing but massive skeletons.
Their bodies seemed etched with the scars of time and war. Every scale and every feather carried an ancient, weighty air.
Their colossal bodies appeared especially lonely amidst the chaos. They had lost the aura of life's Origin, yet the dominance and majesty they once possessed still remained.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, suffocating all who breathed it.
This was not merely a Cosmic Cycle that had exterminated a remnant race from the previous era. It was more like the end of an Immortal Dao epoch.
And this horrifying war of extermination, launched with the strength of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, was still ongoing!
Endless Extraterritorial Evil Spirits had been slaughtered until they fled in every direction, no longer possessing the strength to contend against the entire Three Thousand Great Worlds. Everywhere in sight was empty territory paved over with Evil Spirit corpses, Evil Spirit Crystals, and Evil Marrow Crystals.
It seemed that the ultimate fate of this sequence-one Overlord Clan, which had existed in the previous Cosmic Cycle, was just this...
They had become nourishment for the territories of the next era. Before the coming new Immortal Dao