The sounds of battle shook the sky and earth in the galaxy. As booming sounds reverberated in space, they spread out in all directions. Colorful lights formed by all sorts of divine abilities bloomed like fireworks in the galaxy, releasing a magnificent and unparalleled beauty for an instant.
There was also fresh red blood. A thick presence filled the area and stimulated all the cultivators in the area.
Compared to the war between the Immortals' Union and Morning Dao Sect, this was only a small-scale battle. There were only around one hundred thousand cultivators participating in it.
There were about eighty thousand cultivators from the Immortals' Union and fifty thousand cultivators stationed at the Relocation spot, and a sudden battle had broken out between them.
Two days ago, the eighty thousand cultivators from the Immortals' Union had used some unknown method to descend. They had used the Relocation Rune in the place, and it was originally a Relocation Rune that could only send them to Morning Dao Sect. However, a large number of people from the Immortals' Union had suddenly appeared there, catching the fifty thousand Morning Dao Sect disciples stationed there off guard.
During those two days, nearly twenty thousand of the eighty thousand cultivators from the Immortals' Union had died. Very few of their corpses were complete. Most of them had been reduced to pieces that floated in the area. Blood floated in the galaxy, causing the bloody stench to become incredibly thick.
The price for killing twenty thousand cultivators from the Immortals' Union was twenty thousand corpses from the Morning Dao Sect disciples stationed there. The power of the cultivators from Morning Dao Sect had surpassed that of the Immortals' Union, but the sudden nature of the battle had caused the disciples from Morning Dao Sect to be heavily injured during the early stages of the battle, which was why they had suffered the same number of casualties.
The battle continued, and the slaughter continued. The eyes of the cultivators from both sides had already turned bloodshot. At that moment, there was a huge eyeball floating in the galaxy among the army of cultivators from the Immortals' Union. There was an aloof look in that eyeball as it stared at the entire battlefield.
There were three middle-aged men surrounded by old men exuding powerful presences. One of them was handsome. He might have looked like a middle-aged man, but he had a mature air about him. His eyebrows were as sharp as swords, and as his eyes shone, it could be imagined that he had been incredibly handsome when he was still a teenager.
He placed his hands behind his back and stood there quietly. On his back was a huge bow. He was dressed in a brocade long robe, and there was an awe-inspiring look on his face. The two people behind him clearly could not compare to him in terms of presence, so they could only stand by his side.
"Senior brother Bei, it's almost been three days. With the speed at which Morning Dao Sect sends messages, even if the Union has a method to stop and delay them, if we fail …" the person to the left said in a low voice.
"That's right, Senior Brother Bei," said the person to the right of the man. "Three days is more than enough time to complete the mission. I presume that the Fellow Daoists from the other places have already returned. Should we … leave now?"
"The Alliance sent us here so that we could test how many days Morning Dao Sect would take to react to the situation. The Relocation Interruption Art the Sacred Lady has come to understand should theoretically be able to stop the situation for seven days, causing the battle in Morning Dao Sect to be delayed for seven days.
"Morning Union Star. If we go, we can, of of of of the Of of the Dao of the Sea of the three of and the Dao of, we, we will will the of the." We are.
"This is …" The person to the left hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but a glint appeared in the eyes of the man in the brocade robe.
"The Union Star has not sent the order to retreat. The Eye of the Sacred Temple is above us. No one dares to leave on their own! Do not speak anymore. Get out of the chariot! " When he said those words, the people to the left and right sighed in their hearts. They instinctively looked at the huge eyeball above them, which was exuding an aloof presence. They immediately lowered their heads and voiced their obedience. They took a few steps back and sent orders to all the cultivators in the Union Star.
Booming sounds immediately reverberated in the air. The sky distorted on one side of the battlefield. As space turned into a vortex, nine gigantic creatures appeared. They were crimson, had ferocious long horns, and were tens of thousands of feet tall. When they appeared in the midst of the booming sounds, a war chariot that caused the expressions of all the people from Morning Dao Sect to change!
It was a war chariot formed by hundreds of thousands of swords. It was crimson red, as if it had been dyed in blood. When a grim and grim presence spread out from it, the nine war chariots rushed into the battlefield.
As the battle became even more intense, at that moment, in a galaxy that was incredibly far away from the battlefield was a region belonging to the Immortals' Union. There was a huge planet formed by nearly one hundred planets gathered together, and on it was a huge palace floating in midair.
The palace was multicolored and shone with waves of light. The ground was silent, and not a single sound could be heard. There was a woman sitting cross-legged in the palace.
She was dressed in white and had a beautiful face. Not a single hint of emotion could be detected on her face. She was cold and aloof. There were nine balls of light floating in front of her, and there were pictures flashing continuously within each of them.
If anyone took a closer look, they would be able to see clearly that there were nine battlefields within the nine balls of light. The third ball of light was where the man named Bei was.
The woman in white stared at the nine balls of light calmly. Occasionally, she would cast her gaze on one of them. Runic symbols shone in her eyes, as if she was deducing something.
Time trickled by. As the woman occasionally paid attention to the battles in the nine balls of light, the third day went by in the galaxy where the man named Bei was. The small-scale battle had already reached an incredibly devastating state. A large number of people from the Immortals' Union had died, but the people from Morning Dao Sect had also paid an incredibly great price.
Fatigue filled their hearts, and despair enveloped their bodies. Their fellow Daoists died one by one, the thick stench of blood around them, and the crazed slaughter from the cultivators from the Immortals' Union caused them to feel as if they were about to break down in the midst of fatigue and despair.
"Why hasn't the sect sent reinforcements?!"
"In the past, when we fought against the Immortals' Union, reinforcements would arrive within a short period of time, but this time, it's already been three days, so why hasn't anyone come?!"
"This is a Relocation spot, and it's a place that Morning Dao Sect cares deeply about. Why … haven't they come?!" These questions were the strongest shouts in the hearts of the ten thousand something cultivators from Morning Dao Sect who were still fighting against each other.
"What's going on?!" Behind the ten thousand something people from Morning Dao Sect were nine huge platforms beside the Relocation Runes. They formed the Relocation Runes, and at that moment, there was an old man standing on one of them. Beside him were three middle-aged men, and their expressions were dark and filled with despair. The old man had his eyes closed.
The old man had his eyes closed. His entire mind had fused with the platform under his feet, but after a moment, when he opened his eyes, his face was pale. He lifted his head to look at the galaxy above him. It was the second battlefield beyond the battlefield. There were dozens of cultivators fighting against each other. Nine of them belonged to Morning Dao Sect, and they were the people from the War Chamber guarding the Rune. The ones fighting against them were seventeen cultivators from the Immortals' Union. These people were engaged in an intense battle in the galaxy above them, holding each other back. They were all in Lunar Kalpa Realm, and they were the strongest among the cultivators in the area.
'I've already sent a warning to the sect, but it's been three days … and there's no response. Just what happened? Why is this happening?!
'It's fine if they don't come to provide reinforcements, but I've already sent out a message asking them to activate the Relocation Runes to return to Morning Dao Sect … but there's still no response. If the sect doesn't activate this damn Rune, then outsiders won't be able to enter.
'But … But these damned cultivators from the Immortals' Union used the Relocation Runes to come here. How … did they do it?! ' Red filled the old man's eyes. He was the Sect Elder in charge of guarding the place and one of the Great Sect Elders in the Sect Elder Chamber, but at that moment, no matter what his status was, it was useless.
He had tried to contact the sect just now, but there was still no response. Despair filled his entire being.
If he ran, then forget about whether he could escape by a stroke of luck, even if he did, he would be treated as a traitor by Morning Dao Sect, unless he switched sides and joined the Immortals' Union … but what about his people? They were in the galaxy controlled by Morning Dao Sect. Once he ran, then his people … would face a disaster of destruction.
"Great Sect Elder, how is it..?" The three middle-aged men beside the old man looked at him.
"The sect's reinforcements might not be able to come," the old man said in anguish.
The three of them fell silent. The sounds of battle and the shrill screams of their sect disciples before they died caused their hearts to clench in pain.
Suddenly, one of the three middle-aged men lifted his head and said, "Great Sect Elder, perhaps we will have reinforcements …"
"I remember that ten days ago, we received an order from the direction of Divine Essence Star Ocean. It told us that Dynast Dao Kong and his group will use the Relocation Rune to enter Morning Dao Sect from this place and asked us to make preparations beforehand.
"Based on the time, they should be here soon!"
"Dao Kong … forget about this person's level of cultivation. Even if he really comes, how many followers does he have? It's not enough, and with the blood-red light surging into the sky, with the personalities of the direct descendants of Morning Dao Sect, they would have long since circled around this place and gone to other Relocation spots. Why would they continue to come here? "
"But no matter what, he is the heir and one of the ten Great Dynasts …"
"So what? I met this person once by chance one thousand something years ago. He might seem friendly, but in truth, he's incredibly cold." The group fell silent.
"Even if we die in battle!" The old man laughed brokenly and threw his head back to roar. His voice reverberated in the battlefield and fell into the ears of all the Morning Dao Sect disciples.
"For our people, even if we die in battle! "Once we die, the sect will definitely not treat our people unfairly. Fight, my fellow Daoists. Use our lives in exchange for the safety of our people.
"It's just death, why are you afraid?!"
His words echoed in the air, and all the Morning Dao Sect disciples who heard it let out the strongest roar in their lives in the midst of despair. Their eyes turned red, and they descended into madness.
"It's just death!" Ten thousand people roared together, and the booming sounds of their voices were louder than thunder. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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