Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

The imperial decree spread throughout the world, and the first to take action were the five human realms.

In the Central Continent, the Eastern Extreme Domain, the Western Desert Domain, and the Northern and Southern Domains, a series of interdimensional arrays that had been dormant for many years lit up simultaneously.

Major immortal sects open their treasure vaults, and ancient families awaken their reclusive ancestors.

The celestial ships, war soldiers, and boundary-suppressing artifacts belonging to the Celestial Palace were all sent to the border regions of the Five Domains almost overnight.

Beyond the five domains of the human race lies a vast and incalculable world of pioneering cultivators.

These cultivation realms, like branches and leaves, continue to extend outward from the Five Domains.

Some have been operating for tens of thousands of years and have established a complete lineage.

Some have only been established for a few hundred years and can only maintain contact with the human race's territory through a few incomplete interdimensional arrays.

In many other places, there are vast stretches of desolate starry sky, broken void, and ancient lands occupied by alien races.

Normally, the human center simply can't keep up with the demands.

But today is different. With the mobilization of the Immortal Palace, one after another massive immortal ships crossed the desolate region and rushed madly toward the outermost edge of the cultivation world.

The world of cultivation under the green locust tree.

This realm was occupied by the Ironbone Clan for three hundred years.

Human sects were forced to close their mountains, and Ironbone Clan totems were erected everywhere in the city. Every year, they also had to offer a large amount of spirit stones, spiritual herbs, and young cultivators.

When the imperial decree arrived, very few people here believed it.

Until the sky cracked open.

Twelve warships, engraved with the Eastern Celestial Mark, slowly emerged from the spatial rift.

A dense array of celestial soldiers stood at the bow of the ship.

One of the fire warriors glanced down at the ground.

"By order of the Celestial Palace, pacify the alien races that have invaded this new realm."

"Human cultivators, retreat to the rear of the formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire sky was dyed red by flames.

The Iron Bone Clan, which had been entrenched in the Qinghuai Cultivation World for three hundred years, didn't even have time to organize a resistance before all their totems shattered at the same time.

Those sect cultivators who had been secluded for many years stared blankly at the sky.

It wasn't until a human immortal flag was planted on the highest peak of this realm that someone couldn't help but kneel down and burst into tears.

And this is just one aspect of the war.

Crimson Sand Cultivation Realm, Nine Rivers Cultivation Realm, Mysterious Wind Realm...

One after another, the cultivation worlds that had lost contact for many years were reopened by the army of the Immortal Palace.

The ancient lands of alien races that lay between the pioneering realms also fell silent one after another under the crushing force of the immortal ships and war formations.

This applies to ordinary non-human races.

The alien immortals weren't much better off.

Just as a True Immortal from another race, who was overseeing three pioneering realms, sensed something was wrong and prepared to abandon his clan's territory and escape into the void, he was blocked outside the realm by four True Immortals from the human race.

The four of them had no intention of fighting him one-on-one.

The celestial palace's magic array directly sealed off the void.

A moment later, only the broken head of a true immortal from another race remained standing in that starry sky.

Such scenes were occurring simultaneously on dozens of battlefields.

The human race seems to have gone completely mad.

The celestial soldiers of the Celestial Palace led the way, followed by cultivators from various sects.

True Immortals cleanse True Immortals, and merged beings suppress merged beings.

There was no opportunity for negotiation or any attempt to reach a settlement.

From the moment the war began, the entire human race expanded outward at an almost frenzied pace!

……

The ancient land of myriad forms.

An ancient being, whose body was constantly changing, slowly opened its eyes.

Sometimes it has eight arms, sometimes it transforms into a cyclops, and sometimes it becomes a gray mist with a face.

He is the Ancient Venerable of a Hundred Forms.

He is also one of the common rulers of all races, revered by countless other races.

The alien race was not a separate race.

Ancient races that are neither human nor demon, but possess independent bloodlines and traditions, are almost all collectively referred to as alien races.

The luck of a single clan may not be strong.

However, the combined fortune of countless alien races is even greater than that of the human and demon races!

The Hundred Aspects Ancient Venerable relied on the method of clan fortune transformation to connect himself with the symbols of heaven and earth of hundreds of different races.

He was merely at the pinnacle of True Immortal realm.

By leveraging the status of the Hundred Races, it is enough to unleash the power of an early-stage Mystic Immortal.

The cost is also quite obvious.

His body has lost its fixed shape.

One's own joys and sorrows gradually fade away.

If tens of thousands of years pass, he may become a divine beast worshipped by all races, and he may never remember who he once was.

But at least for now, he is still one of the most powerful beings in this world.

"Has the Celestial Palace gone mad?"

As the Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable received messages from the front lines, hundreds of faces simultaneously revealed their anger.

How dare the Human Immortal Palace wage war against both the Demon Race and the alien race at the same time?

Such a massive battlefront, if it gets bogged down, would be enough to severely damage the vitality of the five regions of the human race!

Moreover, there are other races and demons that are not without beings at the Xuanxian level.

"Contact the Demon Ancestor."

"Tell those old fogies in the Holy Church."

"Since the humans want to fight, then let's fight together!"

As soon as the Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable finished speaking, the surrounding world suddenly fell silent.

The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth sealed off the entire ancient land of myriad forms without warning.

Five figures emerged from the void.

After the Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable saw their faces clearly, hundreds of faces froze simultaneously.

"Jin De?"

"Wood virtue, water virtue, fire virtue, earth virtue..."

"How could you possibly stray from your original place?!"

No one answered.

The five origins descended simultaneously, sealing off the connection between the Hundred Forms Ancient Venerable and the Hundred Races' status layer by layer.

Only then did the Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable finally realize that something was wrong.

Although these five people in front of me possess all the auras of the five palace masters, they are not bound by their positions in the heavens and earth at all!

He tried to struggle, but with five mid-stage Xuanxians joining forces to suppress a being who could only borrow the power of an early-stage Xuanxian, what suspense was there left?

Darkness descended silently.

A blurry figure wielding a crimson-gold immortal sword slowly emerged from the depths of the night.

The Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable didn't even have time to see the newcomer's face clearly.

The crimson-gold sword light had already fallen.

laugh!

The ranks of all races were severed by a single sword strike.

The next moment, darkness surged in from the broken opening, swallowing up his cultivation, immortal soul, and the alien fortune accumulated over countless years.

Deep within the Dao fruit.

One after another, pure white laws condensed.

Gu Changjin simply looked up in another direction.

This is only the first one.

There are still quite a few.

……

The Demon Court in the Wilderness.

The Demon Ancestor sat on the ancient throne, with more than ten beams of divine light floating before him.

Among them were requests for help from the Holy Immortals, as well as invitations to alliances from several ancient beings of different races.

After reading it, the Demon Ancestor's face darkened.

He had already prepared a successor.

The Demon Saint King possesses considerable talent, cultivation, and bloodline. With further nurturing, he will be able to inherit the Heavenly Status of the Demon Clan.

But later, he met Gu Changjin's spirit body.

A spirit race seemingly born from heaven and earth.

That would be the perfect successor!

So the Demon Ancestor changed his mind, not only taking the initiative to form an alliance, but also sending out the method of the clan's transformation and transformation.

In his view, as long as that fellow cultivator from the Spirit Clan experiences the benefits of the clan's fortune, he will eventually take the initiative to embark on this path.

At that time, he will be able to shed his demon race status and regain his freedom.

Unexpectedly, after waiting and waiting, there was still no progress on the succession, but instead, the Celestial Palace launched a full-scale war!

"These humans have been living in peace for far too long."

The Demon Ancestor sneered.

If the demon race, the Holy Sect, and the alien races were to reunite, they might be able to make the Celestial Palace pay the price.

He raised his hand and pointed at the beams of immortal light in front of him, preparing to arrange a meeting place with the old fellows.

However, there was no response after the first message was sent.

The second one also received no response.

The third, the fourth...

It remained deathly silent.

The cold smile on the Demon Ancestor's face gradually disappeared.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Even if those old folks wanted to take the opportunity to bargain, it was impossible for everyone to lose contact at the same time.

The Demon Ancestor suddenly rose from his throne.

The closest entity to the Demon Court in the Wilderness is the Hundred-Form Ancient Venerable, who is stationed in the Ancient Land of Myriad Forms.

He wants to go and see for himself!

The void slowly cracked open before the Demon Ancestor.

He had just stepped out of the desolate demon court when a gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait."