In the Fallen Immortal Domain.
The Heaven-Earth Passage had fully opened, and the Immortal Gods who once guarded it were gone.
Cultivators of the myriad races filed into the passage.
Besides them,
large numbers of players also poured toward the Outer Battlefield.
By now,
there was little difference between players and the native inhabitants of the Great Thousand World.
If there was any difference, the only one was probably the players' ability to escape death.
In reality, however,
even if players could not die in the Great Thousand World, every resurrection came at the cost of losing levels.
The Player World and the Great Thousand World were now becoming increasingly intertwined.
Often,
a player's level in the Great Thousand World determined their cultivation level in the Real World.
As a result,
players no longer dared to recklessly court death and lose their levels.
Especially now that the myriad races were growing ever stronger, with True Immortals emerging one after another, players simply could not compare.
Even though Heavenly Beings were no longer anything unusual to the current players,
the gap between Heavenly Beings and True Immortals was still enormous.
Beyond that,
the gap between each realm was like the difference between heaven and earth.
A True Immortal could slaughter tens of thousands of ordinary Heavenly Beings with a mere thought. That was an indisputable fact.
With such a deterrent in place, players were even less inclined to act recklessly.
On the Outer Battlefield.
Cultivators of the myriad races gathered in the various cities.
Unlike when the war against the Void Fiends first began, the number of True Immortals among the myriad races was now incomparable to what it had once been.
True Immortals stepped forth one after another, their inadvertently released auras making the void tremble violently.
"Immortal Biquan, you're