"Wooo!"
The distant, sonorous call of a horn rang out, piercing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, shaking mountains and rivers, and summoning warriors.
This horn had been fashioned from a True Dragon's horn and blessed by many sages of the past. Its sound could pierce world barriers, shake the Nine Heavens, and summon powerful races to battle. It could also greatly heighten living beings' courage and fighting spirit.
Every cultivator present felt their blood boil. Much of their earlier timidity and fear faded, and all were fired with resolve to fight in Great Red Heaven.
"The Foreign Realm has gone too far! They slaughter the beings of our world at will, then use them for blood sacrifices. If we swallow this, what won't we swallow? Let's fight them to the death!"
"That's right! At worst, we die. What is there to fear?"
The young cultivators were equally filled with righteous indignation, eager for a bloody battle with the beings of the Foreign Realm.
Just then, the void shattered. One enormous warship after another tore through the sky and descended upon this place.
"Who goes there?" an elder of the Heavenly Deity Academy demanded.
"The Clan Master of White Bone Mountain, bringing all our clan's experts out into the world to answer the Ancestral Dragon Horn and resist the invaders." A white-haired old man aboard a warship spoke these stirring words.
Immediately afterward, warships arrived from every direction. They belonged to great clans, all honoring their promises of old and answering the summons of the Ancestral Dragon Horn.
Even some Longevity Families sent people, such as the Xu Family of the Longevity Dynasty.
With calamity looming, none of the great clans could remain uninvolved. If Great Red Heaven fell, they would not escape either; they were grasshoppers tied to