The True Dragon Horn sounded, its desolate call echoing through countless realms and passing across one starry universe after another. Upon many Primordial Planets, statues of Immortal King Tianxuan faintly glowed, answering the faith of the people and paving a great path of golden light.
"Immortal King decree!"
"Heavenly Emperor Lin proclaims his edict to all heavens!"
The Immortal King Burial Shroud billowed. Beneath the Iron-Blood Battle Banner, hundreds of millions of races answered the call. Supreme Beings served as soldiers, True Immortals as generals. The momentum was vast beyond measure. This was no minor skirmish—it was a war to destroy an entire realm.
"Let the first battle be the final battle! Let one battle stabilize Heaven and Earth!"
Forty-five Immortal Kings from the Immortal Realm tore through the Great Universe and descended, determined to sweep through the Foreign Realm, pacify the rear before the great upheaval arrived, and eliminate every hidden danger.
There were also no shortage of beings on the level of the Ten Evils. The Immortal Realm was vast, and some races were no weaker than the True Dragon or Kun Peng. The Golden Crow and Candle Dragon, for instance, were both Immortal Spirits. Adding the dozen or so Immortal Kings from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the scale was unprecedented—nearly a hundred kings.
If Quasi-Immortal Kings were included, their numbers had long surpassed a hundred. Since the collapse of the Heavenly Court in the Immortal Realm, never had so many powerful figures gathered in one place.
A hundred kings broke through the pass, crushing everything in their path. What barriers? What Great Dao screens? What laws of confinement? All had become a joke. Forget the suppression of a great realm—even Immortal King Giants would be blasted into pulp.
So long as one had not become