Chapter 972: Only Our Deaths and Not Our Defeat (1/2)

Scarlet bale spirits teemed on the main world of Dustfall Realm. Intermixed with gray yin spirits and black dead spirits, they formed a horribly stifling color scheme. Suffocating despair descended upon everyone who looked upon the scene.

Lu Yun lifted his eyes and noticed that a resplendent golden palace had appeared outside the main world at some point in time.

The Dao Palace!

The residence of the creatures from the chaos.

“So it’s these dao palaces that destroyed these worlds!” He suddenly understood in this moment that the prime culprit behind the destruction of the lower worlds weren’t the yin spirits, but the dao palaces hidden within the multiverse!

The gray yin spirits, black dead spirits, scarlet and purple bale spirits were just vanguards sent to beguile and distract on behalf of the creatures within the dao palaces. But now that the World Gates were on the cusp of being blown open and the lower realms were almost completely ruined, there was no longer a need for restraint or caution. These creatures only needed to sit by and await the final harvest from Dustfall Realm.

This dao palace had revealed itself likely because the one in the Quiet Realm had been broken apart. The repercussions of the little fox manifesting Tushan’s form and wielding the Bell of Chaos to slay an empyrean master were too great.

Perhaps the three creatures that had fled that dao palace had sought shelter in this one.

Tides of bale spirits seethed and frothed as far as the eye could see. Some geniuses from the world of immortals that were adventuring outside the boundary didn’t even have time to react before they were instantly swallowed whole by massive carpets of dead spirits.

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Zhao Lu and the others were as white as a sheet. The boundary that four dao immortals had jointly set up together was more fragile than an eggshell when faced with the terrifying flood of dead spirits. The slightest pressure from the masses would shatter the boundary into pieces.

However, all they did now was surround the boundary without going on the offensive.

A massive thought descended from the skies and reverberated in the main world. “I know you’re here, show yourself!” It traveled into the mind of every single creature in the world.

“Who’s here?” Many immortals looked around blankly. So this immense army of dead spirits had suddenly arrived because it was looking for someone!

Boom!

Before they understood who the dead spirits were looking for, a ball of spectacular brilliance exploded out of the descent platform in the center of the world. Human shapes streamed out of the platform and assembled in a mighty battle formation in the air with just a few breaths’ time.

More than a million immortals had suddenly arrived in Dustfall Realm!

With the matter at hand impacting the survival of hundreds of thousands, Lu Yun had no desire to give anyone time to temper and improve themselves. He sent out an urgent summons to the experts in Ascension City through the six paths of his nascent spirit.

An excess of a million immortals quickly fell into formation in midair, projecting an enormous image of a divine beast.

The Black Tortoise and the Dusk Phalanx!

These immortals weren’t the Black Tortoise troops of Nephrite Major, but the Dusk Phalanx under Lu Yun’s command led by Yuchi Hanxing. He’d returned the official designation of his troops to the celestial court, as well as the men he’d recruited to his banner during his tenure as governor. These were the ones he’d raised himself, formed by his Infernum and the soldiers originally under Xuan Yu’s command.

After the Dusk Phalanx arrived, even more immortals walked down from the platform and took a stand in the sky. The dao immortals within them added their efforts to the boundary and supplemented it with the energy of a realm.

These immortals were experts of various factions stationed in Ascension City. Over the past ten years, visitors from the world of immortals hadn’t reaped too many benefits from the lower realms. Too many worlds had been brutally crushed right in front of them, and they’d helplessly watched the countless denizens of that world be wiped out from existence while they scrambled back to the descent platform to return to the world of immortals.

They thirsted for a resounding victory, for a triumphant defense of a world to boost their morale. After all, the dead spirits the world of immortals would face in sixty-some years were far more horrifying than what they encountered in the lower realms.

If they met their enemy with this current attitude and outlook, the world of immortals would fall without a doubt.

Yuchi Hanxing stood on the head of the Black Tortoise projected by the formation, silver spear in hand and clad in black armor. She presented quite the heroically dashing sight. She’d reached Golden Immortal of Grand Unity and her troops swore fealty to Dusk Province instead of the Dao Academy. They fell under the jurisdiction of the Dusk City Lord Zhao Zhicheng, but the true reins of power to Dusk Province were clasped in Wanfeng’s hand.