High above the vast sky.
An incomparably dazzling golden rainbow brutally tore through the thick sea of clouds.
Behind it.
Purple-black demon clouds blotted out the sky and covered the sun. One hundred thousand demon soldiers, armored and armed, swept across the eight wastelands in billowing demonic qi.
Farther behind.
The enormous treasure ships of the Nine Great Dao Sects shimmered with flowing formation patterns, their divine light shooting into the heavens.
The three factions advanced in a line, one in front and two behind.
Their mighty procession stretched for thousands of miles, forcibly crushing the bright blue day into a dusky yellow darkness devoid of sunlight.
Such a sight was truly earth-shattering and shocking to the world.
The living beings scattered through the mountains and rivers below had never seen anything like this.
Wild winds swept past, carrying heaven's towering might.
Everyone unconsciously stopped what they were doing.
For a time, they could only stare blankly toward the horizon.
"Good heavens..."
An aged village elder tossed aside his hoe. His knees went weak, and he crashed down onto the ridge between the fields, repeatedly kowtowing toward the sky.
"The heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals have descended to the mortal world!"
In this world, legends of the Heavenly Court had always circulated.
It was said that beyond the nine heavens stood precious halls beyond mortal reach.
They patrolled the eight directions and held dominion over life and death.
Yet in the end, these were merely tales passed from mouth to mouth among common folk.
Tracing them to their roots, they were no more than a comforting fancy the people clung to in their spare moments while facing this harsh world.
Seeing such a scene today, they instinctively connected the legends of the Heavenly Court in their memories with what stood