Before the spirit shrine.
Vast Heavenly Voices descended one after another. There was no lament for their own passing in those voices; instead, they carried an unwavering resolve that soared into the heavens. Upon the boundless immortal path, where was there room for clinging to life and fearing death? Once, they had been that way. But now...
They led from the front. Even in death, they would use their passing to tell those who came after them that the immortal path allowed only relentless advance. They had to reclaim the eternal spirit that the descendants of Heaven-Opening had lost. The True Immortal Path of the Immortal Realm had opened—how could they shrink back!
And this scene was merely a microcosm of the countless races and forces across the Three Thousand Immortal Domains.
After enduring myriad ages.
The Three Thousand Immortal Domains had long since become a great melting pot of races. Countless foreign races, forces, and powerful cultivators existed there, as did countless innate races of the Immortal Realm.
But now.
A faint sentiment of exclusion was gradually rising. Many ancient races of the Immortal Realm had begun quietly making contact with one another. Even the Longevity Clans had openly come to the table, with the Ye Clan becoming one of their representatives.
Beyond the heavens.
Within a stretch of Void.
Nan Hua's face was full of exhaustion as he sank into a dormant state.
Fang Chen'ai had staked everything on one throw.
He dispatched the powerful figures under his command, along with experts from the outer domains, to begin purging the Eternal Ancient Immortal Gate. He had already thoroughly studied this Immortal Gate and was preparing to wipe it out in one sweep. He had also done all he could to protect them, leaving him with no strength to