The first ray of divine light rose from the Eastern Pole.
Then, across east, west, south, and north, the four corners and eight poles, eight pillars of light shot skyward at once. Above every Divine Platform, crimson fire soared into the heavens or mysterious water blanketed the sky, and Ancient Divine Blood burned.
The rules of heaven and earth were forcibly locked down, the void sealed layer upon layer. Even the Great Dao was suppressed in an instant by eight different laws of divine blood.
Then-boom! Boom! Boom! Dozens of Immortal Venerable auras erupted without restraint, and one figure after another stepped out from the depths of the void!
Robes snapped in the wind, and Dharma Forms upheld the heavens. Colossal beasts, divine birds, ancient trees, seas of lightning, star rivers... Dozens of Immortal Venerables took the Eight Directions Divine Platforms as their foundation, each guarding a formation node.
Mountains sealed, waters severed; heaven locked, earth cut off.
"The Eight Gods Spirit-Severing Formation..." Yun Qing murmured.
That day, blood stained a thousand miles along the Wei River. Corpses piled high, and blood flowed deep enough to float shields. The Eight Directions Divine Platforms had committed nearly every elite force they could secretly mobilize on short notice.
Finally, two auras slowly descended from high above. On the left stood an old man with snow-white hair and a long beard trailing down over his chest and belly, dressed in gray-white Daoist robes and leaning on a wooden staff. On the right stood a middle-aged woman with a stern, angular face, draped in a black-and-crimson cloak. Behind her, a Primordial Divine Beast could vaguely be seen crouching among the clouds.
The moment they appeared, the entire Wei River sank, and the Immortal Venerables of the Eight Directions Divine Platforms bowed their heads in