A moonlit night.
The four far frontiers of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
When the Boundless Immortal Decree arrived, unrest stirred among the Ten Thousand Clans cultivators on the great frontiers. Light flickered in the eyes of many immortals as they looked toward their respective Marshal Camps, silent.
Rumble...
Across countless miles of frontier mountains and rivers, manifestations of heaven's wrath thundered, lightning illuminating the borderlands as brightly as day.
The Marshal Camp.
"So this is the attitude those old fellows in the Immortal Territory Alliance have taken..."
"Grand Marshal!"
"Heh, since when have we cultivators been so hesitant, so timid as mice? Grand Marshal, the Boundless Heavenly Palace has made its stance clear. The time for a decision has come."
"If we give them face... we call them the Immortal Territory Alliance, the voice representing our Three Thousand Immortal Territories in the Immortal Realm. If we don't... they aren't worth shit."
A calm, even voice rang out. It belonged to a man whose eyes held the utmost composure. "After all these years, they really have begun to think themselves the masters of the Myriad Races of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories' cultivators. "
"Even the overlords of the Ten Thousand Clans in the Sui Ancient Era couldn't command us immortals. And they think they can, as they are now...?"
The voices inside the Marshal Camp grew steadily calmer, the thunder in the heavens cracked ever more fiercely, and the Dao hearts of the frontier cultivators from the Ten Thousand Clans seethed ever hotter. It seemed the time had come for ten thousand swords to sing as one, for them to display their cultivation.
Hum!
At that moment, the countless miles of frontier mountains and rivers fell terrifyingly silent. Heaven and earth seemed to suffocate.
A towering figure was