Upon the barren earth.
Xian Jue had long since exhausted himself. Only the willpower of debt kept him standing. One massive hand pressed against his knee as he rose from the shattered mountains, unleashing a roar that shook the heavens—
No one of the Nine-Heavens Shadowless Clan had ever owed a debt!!
Rumble...
His enormous body broke into a run, charging straight into the battlefield.
High in the sky, war artifacts rained down one after another. Had Xian Jue paid attention, he would surely have noticed that several of those war artifacts bore traces of the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance's forging methods.
Ji Yan had begun laying plans with the Dark Heaven Alliance in the Desolate Heaven Domain years ago. Yet they no longer involved themselves as they once had. Instead, they sold war artifacts on a massive scale... supporting the racial wars of the Desolate Heaven Domain from behind the scenes.
After all, even if they did not seize this market, countless other factions would. Better to keep this wildly profitable business in their own hands, while also dividing up the Immortal Slaves of the many defeated minor races—a single move yielding multiple gains.
Chen Xun had turned a blind eye to the matter as well. As long as they did not go too far, it was fine. How could such a vast Immortal Cultivation Great World ever truly remain peaceful?
Upon the battlefield.
Dozens of black-clad figures, each comparable to a Tribulation Transcendence Great Heavenly Venerable, charged into the fray. Every strike seemed capable of shattering heaven and earth, while the skies filled with drifting sprays of blood.
The Immortal Azure Plain had been locked in chaotic warfare for years. The cultivators of its myriad races had long since fought until their eyes ran red. Who cared who you