Moonlit night.
The frontier at the four extremes of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains.
When the Boundless Immortal Decree arrived, cultivators of the myriad clans across the major frontiers erupted in unrest. The eyes of countless Immortals flickered with flowing light as they all looked toward their respective command camps, silent.
Rumble...
An omen of Heaven's wrath resounded through the countless miles of mountains and rivers along the border. Lightning turned the frontier lands as bright as day.
Command camp.
"Are those old fogeys from the Immortal Domain Alliance really taking this attitude...?"
"Grand Marshal!"
"Heh. Since when did we cultivators become so hesitant, so timid as mice? Grand Marshal, Boundless Heavenly Palace has made its stance clear. The time for a decision has come."
"If we give them face, we call them the Immortal Domain Alliance, the will representing our Three Thousand Immortal Domains in the Immortal Realm. If we do not give them face... they are shit."
A calm, indifferent voice rang out. It belonged to a man whose eyes held utter coolness. "After all these years, they have truly started taking themselves for the masters of cultivators from the myriad clans of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains."
"To command us Immortals? Even the overlords of the myriad clans in the Primordial Era could not do that. And they think they can, as they are now...?"
The voices within the command camp gradually settled, while the thunder in the heavens grew ever more violent. The Dao hearts of the myriad-clan cultivators at the frontier boiled hotter and hotter. It seemed the time had come for ten thousand swords to ring in unison and for them to display their cultivation.
Hum!
The countless miles of mountains and rivers at the border became terrifyingly silent, as though Tiandi itself