The Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
Mountains shook and the earth quaked. Heaven's lament wailed like ghosts, and the flames of war engulfed the entire land.
Almost all the mighty cultivators of the Ten Thousand Clans along the borders had fled. As for where they had gone, heaven and earth were vast, and no one knew.
The war had raged for countless tens of thousands of years.
Ancient teleportation arrays, enormous space channels, realm-spanning cosmic formations-all such immortal artifacts and great formations used for transportation had almost entirely collapsed. Throughout the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, nearly every artifact capable of crossing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers had ceased to function. All that remained was a landscape riddled with wounds.
By then.
The weak had no choice: either die on their knees or fight their way out of the encirclement. They lacked even the opportunity and strength to flee.
The Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
Taking advantage of their arrival as reinforcements, the Primordial Myriad Races had occupied a tenth of the Boundless Immortal Domain. They had opened a route from the Immortal Bridge, and after hundreds of millions of years, the two vast Immortal Borderlands had become fully connected, no longer facing one another across the Immortal Bridge. Even now, the Three Thousand Immortal Territories retained over a hundred Nine Tribulations Dao Venerables, a terrifying force capable of ruling the Immortal Realm.
It was not that they were looting a burning house.
Their own backyard was burning too. The entire Three Thousand Immortal Territories had likewise been engulfed in war. Their geographical position made them an unwitting shield for the rear garden of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, and they also had to leave a path of retreat for the younger cultivators of the Ten Thousand Clans caught in the