The New World was divided into the four wastelands of the Southeast, Northeast, Southwest, and Northwest, along with a central continent.
The False Heaven's Will Sect lay in the North Mountain Region of the Eastern Wasteland.
In the North Mountain Region, pillars of light pierced the sky, golden radiance cascading down like waterfalls. Army after army of the Mystic Court poured out of those pillars, spreading in all directions like a flood.
Exotic beasts drew chariots, accompanied by thunder and fire.
Divine guards in silver armor white as snow cleared the way, their halberds a forest of blades. Behind them came the private armies of the various divisions and cultivators from their vassal sects, a vast host that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
A commander of the divine guards stood atop a war chariot, surveying this unfamiliar world.
The sky was vast, the mountains and rivers magnificent; the boundless land stretched as far as the eye could see. Rich, mighty Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth permeated every corner, nourishing all living things.
"A fine place!" He drew a deep breath, a flicker of greed crossing his eyes. "In a world this vast, how much human aura must there be for us to extract?"
The divine guards behind him nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
"Relay my orders." The commander issued his command. "All divisions will proceed according to plan. Sweep through the land and subdue anyone who resists!"
"Yes, sir!"
The war drums sounded again, and the army marched. The North Mountain Region held dozens of powers, large and small. The strongest were only fourth tier, the weakest merely second tier. Against the Mystic Court's army of tigers and wolves, they had no power to resist.
The first to fall was the