The Evergreen Daoist Sect was wreathed in the flames of war.
Countless disciples fought within the killing formation's sea of fire, unleashing divine abilities and spells.
For a time, war raged, light flashed, and heaven and earth wept.
Yet... this was merely a minor skirmish.
Even though they had brought out a damaged Primordial Killing Formation, its might surging to the heavens.
In the eyes of those mighty beings, it was nothing more than ants fighting one another.
What truly mattered in a war between Immortal Forces was the contest between their strongest combatants.
Some lesser elders in the Saint Realm had grown bloodthirsty in their pursuit of fame and merit. Their eyes crimson, they launched attacks upon the Evergreen Daoist Sect.
Laws of the saintly Dao coiled around them, their power formidable. A single palm strike shattered mountains and rivers and collapsed space.
Yet... the Evergreen Daoist Sect was no pushover either. A Saint King elder roared, and waves of light swept outward in an instant.
The void trembled like a sheet of paper, leaving their enemies feeling as though they were trapped in mud, unable to move.
Then... a beam of divine light burst forth, pierced the void, and annihilated those few who had stuck their heads out.
Blood spilled across the sky, staining the sun and moon. Between heaven and earth, the Saints' blood resembled spider lilies growing in hell, bewitching and dangerous.
As it fell upon the earth, it blasted several deep craters into the ground.
Warhorses neighed, and the flames of war towered into the sky. The Evergreen Daoist Sect, once like an immortal paradise in the mortal world.
In mere moments, it seemed to have become a purgatory on earth.
At this point, the deaths of the Saints seemed only to drive the surging