Heavenly Gang Sect.

The air was filled with a chilling intent, the layered clouds receding, and the sunset converging into beams.

Every cultivator's eyes were filled with greed and longing, eager and impatient.

This expedition was to annihilate a small world, an extraordinary small world. Normally, caution would be paramount, but now, with an army of a million cultivators, dozens of Primordial Spirit Realm True Monarchs, and the 'Immortal Species' of Infinite Sword Sect, victory was certain.

This battle is destined to be won!

The numerous Primordial Spirit Realm True Monarchs exchanged glances, each scheming secretly.

With the victory assured, the most crucial point was how to distribute the spoils.

No one would dare touch Ning Qi's share, no matter how bold they were. The only option was to strive for what the other sects held.

They had made up their minds; upon entering the small world, they would make sure to impress Ning Qi.

Ning Qi was aware of everyone's emotions.

His heart remained undisturbed.

No one would expect that what awaited them was not fortune but despair and death.

For this reason.

Ning Qi did not hesitate in the slightest.

These cultivators showed no hesitance when annihilating the small world.

Of course.

Ning Qi understood that in the Immortal Path, contention was esteemed. It was merely the law of the jungle, no right or wrong, only whose fist was larger. It's like the Human Race and Demon Race, humans hunt demons, demons eat humans, such are the rules.

Just like when the Black Demon Sect invaded the True Martial Realm, Ning Qi never complained; he simply did everything he could to enhance himself to face the crisis.

Now that he was stronger, taking preemptive action was entirely reasonable.

Countless thoughts passed in a flash.

The world passage roared with sound, light surged, engulfing the figures of cultivators, and this time many Primordial Spirit Realm True Monarchs chose to descend in their true bodies.

In the blink of an eye.

The sky above the Heavenly Gang Sect grew silent, leaving only those less powerful stationed within the sect, envy in their eyes, lamenting their inadequate cultivation.

...

True Martial Realm.

Immortal Burial Battlefield.

This was the sea area where an earth-shattering battle against the Black Demon Sect cultivators had taken place years ago. Time had since wrought dramatic changes; chaotic spiritual qi gathered, making the surrounding lands unsuitable for living, and mysterious changes had arisen.

Gradually, this turned into a forbidden land.

Of course, there were also fortuitous encounters.

With so many strong figures fallen in those days, some treasures or inheritances were sure to be left behind.

Over the years, Immortal Path experts from the True Martial Realm would visit, hoping for a stroke of luck.

However, today.

Countless cultivators stood there, stretching as far as the eye could see. Their terrifying presence wiped out the usual ominous aura, almost as though the skies had cleared.

At the helm was Luo Wentian.

His expression was solemn, awaiting something.

The surrounding cultivators were all tense yet excited, gathered here thanks to the True Martial Immortal Sect's summon half a month ago.

External cultivators were about to descend again!

In numbers reaching a million!

Decades ago, such news would plunge the True Martial Realm into despair.

But now, it brought them joy and eager anticipation.

As of today, cultivators in the True Martial Realm were experiencing an exponential surge; Magic Realm cultivators numbered more than a million.

Day by day, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi grew richer, supported by the Enlightenment Realm Tree. Cultivation was now far simpler than the predecessors could imagine. Even moderately talented individuals could step into the Magic Realm within twenty years—a common occurrence—and most cultivators consumed Spiritual Qi from beyond the Sea of Realms.

Thus, the True Martial Realm's capacity for cultivators was far superior to other worlds of similar rank.

As of now.

The True Martial Realm boasted tens of millions of Magic Realm cultivators and a hundred thousand Purple Mansion Realm cultivators.

As for the Primordial Spirit Realm, none yet, but only a matter of time.

A surge of talent, a flourishing age of the Immortal Path.

This was the current state of the True Martial Realm.

All beings revered the Realm Lord.

Currently.

Slots for the Mountain and Sea Realm's reincarnation became increasingly precious, requiring numerous screenings. Only those with significant contributions and top talents could obtain a slot, the reason why so many cultivators were here today at all costs.

They were here to hunt.

To claim the heads of external cultivators to lay the foundation of their Immortal Path.

Speed of cultivation in the True Martial Realm was already rapid.

Yet many prodigies desired even more speed.

Going to the Mountain and Sea Realm, one could accrue more accomplishments, exchange more Immortal Path insights, Divine Techniques, and Profound Skills from the Enlightenment Realm Tree, unlocking higher permissions.

Prey, no longer themselves, but the cultivators of the Mountain and Sea Realm!

Glances flickered.

Suddenly.

An astonishing fluctuation came from the central region, sparking accelerated blood flow; Spiritual Power began to circulate, and magical artifacts gleamed as the fluctuation intensified, eventually collapsing into a massive twisted space.

When the fluctuation subsided.

A million cultivators from the Chu Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm appeared before them.

"Is that it?"

This was the thought of many True Martial Realm cultivators.

Not even enough for each to take one!

...

The cultivators of the Chu Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm eagerly awaited, each excited beyond measure, envisioning the scene of the small world natives' wails and despair.

They admired the beauty of the compressed space of the world passage.

Like embarking on a fantastical journey.

"Buzz!"

Fluctuations gradually echoed, bringing the cultivators to their senses, knowing they were about to descend upon the small world.

The distorted space settled.

Before they could show a smile, their expressions gradually stiffened.

What was that vast army of cultivators radiating powerful aura in the distance?

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