The disciples of each sect moved at the command, forming ranks and turning into streaks of light as they filed inside.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the vast procession of Dao Sect cultivators had all entered.
Silence returned to the valley.
At the very moment the last Dao Sect disciple stepped through the curtain of light.
Heaven and earth abruptly lost their color.
The Dao Sect cultivators stationed outside the valley to provide support all looked up, their expressions changing drastically.
Above them, the clear morning light was instantly swallowed by deep purple mist that filled the sky.
The purple mist roiled and roared, thunder rumbling within.
From deep within the clouds, enormous war chariots cast from strange metals and stone slowly rolled forth.
The savage beasts pulling them were all as huge as mountains.
The clang of heavy iron chains rang through the clouds.
Between the enormous demonic mounts stood densely packed ranks of armored demon figures.
Banners blotted out the sky, and killing intent swept in all directions.
This immense host pressed down upon the heavens, its blazing ferocity threatening to grind this entire world to pieces.
The demons of the Cloud-Dream Palace had arrived...
A gale swept back, suddenly stirring fear in True Lord Jing Shui.
She stared fixedly at the purple mist blotting out the sun, her expression darkening little by little.
Deep within those countless demon figures were several presences that made no deliberate display of their auras, yet the mist around them twisted faintly.
Merely looking toward them sent a stab of pain through her Spirit Platform.
True Lord Jing Shui's heart shook violently.
Though a calamity in her earlier years had left her riddled with lingering injuries, and her combat strength had greatly diminished, she had lived for so many