Desolate Heaven Domain, Eastern Wasteland, night.
The entire Eastern Wasteland echoed with ghostly wails and wolfish howls. Boundless ghost miasma swept through every direction as the patriarchs of countless colossal powers personally issued orders:
"Set up the Six-Wheel Ghost Sha Formation and resist the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect of the Azure Firmament Forest Sea!"
"Five-Ghost Yin Wind Sword Formation, activate!"
"Offer the immortal bones..."
The Ten Directions Heavenly Dao Sect of the Eastern Wasteland had long since descended into chaos. Countless ghost cultivators listened dumbfoundedly to the sect orders of their patriarchs. They had not enjoyed a shred of blessing, yet now they had to bear this suffering together!
"Senior Brother, is the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect really coming to attack our Blood-Painted Blind Heavenly Dao?! What did we ghost cultivators do wrong?!"
"The patriarch himself has arrived. Speak no more. Enter the formation!"
The clamor shook the heavens. The Ten Directions Mountain Range trembled, while ghost cultivators streaked frantically through the skies overhead, each more anxious than the last. A great war was about to begin. When sects under Immortals went to war, something heaven-shaking must have happened!
The young ghost cultivator disciple who had just spoken stared blankly at everything before him. Even now, he had no idea what had happened, or why the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect had suddenly decided to wage war upon their sect.
Atop a Black Mountain.
The patriarch of the Blood-Painted Blind Heavenly Dao stood alone upon the summit, his expression cold and detached. A spirit coffin floated beside him, containing the corpse puppet of an early Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator, its face deathly pale.
To the Blood-Painted Blind Heavenly Dao, this was already a tremendous stroke of fortune. A Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Venerable could swagger unhindered through a Great World. With