Lu Bai gasped, "What's going on?"
The Ant Old Man asked, "What are those bones?"
The Angel Girl cried out, "Immortal bones!!!"
The scene unfolding before them left everyone, both inside and outside the hunting ground, utterly stunned.
From the sword array that had been under heavy bombardment by the dark creatures, a gate pulsating with sword intent suddenly emerged.
Then, an old tortoise charged out. Its strength was unclear, but its shell was incredibly hard; it seemed to be a divine beast of some kind.
Following that, a mountain of white bones began to pour out.
They were of all shapes and sizes.
Dense and numerous, they piled up into peaks, forming a literal sea of bone...
It was a sea of skeletons.
If one were to count them, there were likely no fewer than a million. Furthermore, every single bone radiated residual immortal essence.
This indicated that these were all immortal bones. Judging by the size of some of them, it was clear that their owners had possessed extraordinary cultivation realms while alive.
Dragon bones,
Divine bones,
Immortal bones,
Demon bones,
Beast bones,
...
There were even bones belonging to the same races as the onlookers, and far more than just a single set.
The three Immortal Kings were shocked. They couldn't imagine where so many immortal bones had come from. Had they been looted from the Era of Primal Chaos battlefield?
Could someone in the mortal world truly possess the divine ability to summon bones from an ancient battlefield?
Furthermore,
What was the purpose? Was he planning to crush the dark creatures to death with piles of bone?
The answer was obvious; it could never be that simple.
The Ancestral Spirits caught in the melee didn't understand the opponent's intention either, wondering why such a spectacle was being staged.
The dark armored soldiers charging in formation were even more bewildered.
Every one of them was lost in confusion.
Li Shuhe was no exception.
Only those within the array knew exactly where these bones had come from.
Were these not the immortal bones that Xu Xian had dug up and brought back from the Emperor's Tomb?
So many years had passed; they hadn't expected him to still have them.
However,
They didn't know what Xu Xian intended to do with them, just as Xu Xian currently had no idea what the Sovereign was planning.
The grim white bones were thrown out, transforming into a vast sea.
The Sovereign let out a wild laugh, a flash of cunning flickering in the depths of his eyes.
He suddenly exerted his power, triggering a spatial explosion that forced the three enemies back. Then, his massive figure shifted across the void, standing atop the sea of white bones.
He spread his giant hands wide, a blood-red mist swirling in his pupils. His voice rang out like the tolling of a great bell or the beating of a drum.
"Awaken, slumbering souls! Acknowledge me as your master and fight for your King!"
As the ancient incantation echoed, a divine pressure radiated from him. Blood-colored baleful qi surged, transforming into a towering pillar of light.
Upward, it tore through the grey mist and heavy clouds; downward, it enveloped the entire sea of bones.
Countless strands of baleful qi transformed into threads of blood-colored essence, sinking into every withered skeleton. Suddenly, the long-dead bones began to move.
First, they resonated with heaven and earth; then, they shone with the same radiance as the Sovereign. Finally, one after another, they stood up, broken bones reassembling themselves.
Large ones,
Small ones,
Ugly ones,
Hideous ones,
Strange ones,
And even stranger ones.
Whether standing on the desolate earth or hovering high in the sky, a faint, flickering phantom condensed from blood-colored baleful qi atop every set of immortal bones.
It was as if the heavenly armies of the gods from the past had reappeared in the mortal world.
They crowded together, their gazes indifferent and hollow as they looked upon the wasteland and the blood-colored clouds before them. They felt no joy or sorrow, no fear, and made no sound.
Yet, they radiated a powerful spiritual pressure and the strength of immortals.
This was an army—an army of the dead. Like the dark Death Spirit Tide, they were mere shells.
Yet, like the Blood Spirit Army before them, they were all once immortals.
The Sovereign hovered high before the army of immortal bones like a king descending from the heavens, his expression fierce and wrathful.
This sudden turn of events shifted the dynamics of the battlefield. The hunt had turned into a true clash of powers.
Sensing that something was wrong, the three Ancestral Spirits instantly shifted to the front of the Blood Spirit Army. Their terrifying figures hovered above the hunting ground.
At the peak of the firmament, Li Shuhe and Spirit Sequence Seven also ceased their struggle.
Spirit Sequence Seven, in the form of a giant serpent, coiled in the eastern sky.
Li Shuhe, in her form as a grey-robed sword immortal, hovered beside the Sovereign.
From the perspective of the beings in the Immortal Land,
They saw:
Four Ancestral Spirits confronting two unknown Immortal Kings.
One hundred thousand Blood Spirit Army soldiers, their cold armor shimmering and their blades humming.
A million-strong Immortal Bone Army, their white bones chilling and their blood-qi soaring to the sky.
And in the middle, a large tortoise with its front legs tucked into its shell like a man with his hands in his sleeves.
To the east of the clouds, the masters of divine sense from the Immortal Land grew excited and invigorated.
"This?"
"This is truly interesting!"
"Now this is a grand spectacle!"
Ever since the birth of the Spirit River and the division between spirits and immortals, they couldn't remember the last time they had witnessed such a confrontation in this Cangming Star Sea.
The participants included millions of immortals and six Immortal Kings.
Such an unprecedented struggle was actually taking place to the west of the Spirit River, and they had managed to catch it. Their internal emotions were beyond words.
Let them fight!
Let them go to war!
Let them kill until the world turns dark; it would be a magnificent sight to behold.
Spirit Sequence Three’s armor gleamed coldly, her eyes dark and gloomy. She stared fixedly at the King hovering on high and asked, despite already suspecting the answer, "Who exactly are you?"
The Sovereign looked down upon the world with extreme arrogance. "My name is the Sovereign—the Undying Emperor, the King of Cangming!"
Upon hearing this!
The gathered beings gasped, a chill running down their spines.
The Sovereign?
The Undying Emperor?
The King of Cangming?
What flashed through their minds was a fragment of a lost myth—an emperor who rose during the Twilight, dominated the Star Sea, and shook the Era of Ancient Immortals.
The Twilight Emperor,
The Undying Great Emperor,
Or simply, the Sovereign.
That history wasn't too long ago; it was quite recent, a mere million years. The records in the books of various races were numerous, all written in vivid detail.
Among these onlookers, perhaps no one had ever seen him, and even fewer had lived in the same era. However, most of them had grown up listening to his stories.
He might not have been stronger than Ye Wujiang, but he was much closer in time. He, too, had once invaded Cangming like the darkness.
The Nine Heavens, Ten Lands, and three thousand provinces...
He had once brought an unprecedented catastrophe to the myriad races of Cangming.
Wherever he went, only conquest remained.
Today,
He had returned.
Fighting his way out from the depths of darkness to dominate this hunting ground.
The Ant Old Man stammered, "He... he's still alive?"
Lu Bai replied, "Rumor has it, he is simply undying..."
The Angel Girl muttered, "No wonder... no wonder he is so monstrous. To fight three Ancestral Spirits without being a King... it's because he is a true King..."
The expressions of the four Ancestral Spirits grew uglier by the second.
Spirit Sequence Five said, "I should have killed you two years ago."
The Sovereign taunted, "As if you were capable of it."
Spirit Sequence Three looked at the army of immortal bones with trepidation. "I underestimated you!"
The Sovereign declared arrogantly, "As you can see, the tables have turned! Hahaha!"
Spirit Sequence Three refused to show weakness. "You will still die. None of you will escape."
The Sovereign sneered, "As I said, you aren't worthy."
Spirit Sequence Three glanced at the three beside her; their killing intent was as strong as ever. She looked back at the Sovereign. "Then shall we test that?"
The Sovereign let out a mocking, wild laugh. "Hahaha!"
He gave the command, "Crush them!"
The Bone Spirit Legion received the order and moved, charging in silence. Their fearless assault made the earth tremble and the mountains shake.
Under Spirit Sequence Three's direction, Spirit Sequence Seven raised his spear and faced the west.
"Where is the Blood Spirit Army?"
One hundred thousand voices roared in unison.
"Here!"
"Form ranks! Charge!"
One hundred thousand blood-armored soldiers shouted like a mountain collapsing.
"Kill!"
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!!"
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