Qing Xuan watched the increasingly blazing Pure Yang Sun, his gaze settling beneath its Dao light.
Around the Three Immortal Islands, the extinguished immortal seals could no longer be reconnected, yet the desires flowing toward the center continued to swell.
The Eastern King could still suppress them with his own Great Dao, but if pure yang collapsed first, those thoughts already tainted by the Devil Dao would surge out together.
Qing Xuan swept his hand across the cloud tide. The Dao intent of chaos silently spread toward the outskirts of the East Sea, containing the dark divine light escaping from the battle.
The Eastern King stood before the ruined palace, the chest of his Black-Gold Dao Robe soaked through with his essence blood.
The power of the myriad immortals he had once gathered was now reduced to this broken Dao realm.
Yet Taiyi and Di Jun still held their positions before the formation. This day's battle had reached its end.
A voice sounded deep within his primordial spirit, accompanied by the Black Lotus he could no longer suppress.
"Merge pure yang into the Devil Dao, and you can sustain this formation through the desires of the gods. The title of lord of the myriad immortals will still be yours."
The Black Lotus unfurled toward the fractured Pure Yang Sun. The fear and bitterness of immortals facing death immediately gathered along the surviving immortal seals.
The Eastern King could feel that power. As long as he truly allowed it into his Great Dao, the Immortal Court crumbling before him could rise again.
The Eastern King gripped the Dragon-Headed Staff, his fingers tightening little by little. He had long known that Luohou had ulterior motives, yet he had still accepted that method with his own hands.
His ability to stand beneath the