In that instant the breach yawned open, the ninety thousand and eleven denizens of the Outer Realm were consumed by a feral bloodlust, their throats unleashing a guttural roar that shattered the very air!

“Storm the Inner Realm! Let the ants within tremble and yield before our might!”

“Plunder all that lies within the Sealed Lands!” roared Dōng Dízi, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent, as he lunged forward, eager to plunge through the fissure in the Seal Barrier. Hot on his heels, Nán Zhào Shàngrén licked his lips with savage anticipation, and the ancient patriarch of the Fire Finch Clan followed, a murderous glint blazing in his avian eyes.

A ravening tide of ninety thousand cultivators surged forth, each driven by a primal hunger, all flooding towards the rift in the crumbling Seal Barrier.

Words failed to capture the spectacle. These warriors of the Outer Realm were a deluge, and the Seal Barrier, once an impenetrable dam, now splintered and broken, unleashed the torrent upon a world ripe for conquest.

The din of battle echoed across the heavens!

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Outer Realm warriors had surged through the breach, stepping into the Inner Realm that had driven them to madness. Their gaze fell upon the celestial expanse, and upon a lone figure clad in white robes, his eyes like chips of ice, watching from afar. It was Wáng Lín.

His countenance remained placid, for he sensed a discordant note in the Barrier’s demise, a truth veiled in shadow.

Therefore, he remained still, his gaze fixed upon the swarming locusts as they poured through the rent in the veil. He waited, poised on the precipice of a dreadful certainty.

Then, a cataclysmic shift tore through the stillness!

From the tattered remains of the Seal Barrier, a jade pendant emerged, radiating an aura of profound familiarity, an essence belonging to one being alone:

The Sovereign of the Seal!

As the jade pendant materialized, an axe of primordial creation manifested with earth-shattering force. Its appearance was sudden, timed perfectly to strike as half the Outer Realm army was plunging headlong into the Inner Realm.

With a thunderous bellow, the axe descended upon the invaders, a harbinger of annihilation.

The strike was merciless. No mortal could evade its wrath. Where it touched, flesh dissolved, bone shattered, and souls were extinguished in a chorus of agonizing screams.

The axe cleaved a swathe of destruction, a grim reaper scything through the ranks of the Outer Realm. Five thousand souls were wiped from existence in that single, devastating blow. As the axe rose again, poised to strike anew, Dōng Dízi, the Fire Finch patriarch, and Nán Zhào Shàngrén recoiled in horror and hurled themselves towards the weapon, desperate to stay its descent!

“Advance the invasion! Flood into the Inner Realm with all speed!”

“We shall hold back the Axe of Creation! Enter without delay!”

From the depths of a colossal, obsidian pagoda that stood beyond the Barrier, the gates swung open. A gaunt elder, his frame a mere husk, emerged and moved with blinding speed towards the Axe of Creation. But as he reached out to intercept it, the jade pendant within the fractured Barrier pulsed with light and enveloped him in its ethereal embrace!

The elder’s face contorted in shock as the pendant’s aura washed over him, the recognition flooding his mind like a tidal wave.

“Sovereign of the Seal! The old wraith! You have become one with the Barrier itself!”

In that fleeting moment, Wáng Lín’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. His long-held suspicion had been confirmed: The Sovereign of the Seal had merged with the Barrier for this precise moment!

He moved without hesitation, his form blurring as he strode forth. As the Outer Realm invaders, their eyes wild with bloodlust, scattered across the battlefield, he unleashed his fury. With a wave of his hand, the stars themselves trembled as a storm of a million blades of pure energy howled towards the enemy!

Behind the storm of blades came a relentless tide of forbidden seals, marking the beginning of Wáng Lín’s solo war against an army of tens of thousands!

As he advanced, the nine-colored firestorm within his left eye erupted, unleashing a torrent of ethereal flames. He saw within each Outer Realm warrior the tinder that would ignite their demise.

“Ethereal fire… consume!” Wáng Lín roared, and the thunderous emblem within his right eye broke free, rising into the void. It expanded, engulfing the battlefield in shadow, its nine celestial dragons spewing down a cataclysmic rain of lightning, aimed at those who had just crossed into the Inner Realm.

Death and devastation reigned supreme as screams tore through the ethereal clouds. Thousands of warriors were engulfed in ethereal flames, their bodies writhing as they were reduced to living torches.

But then, a flash of crimson heralded the arrival of the Blood Sword. Unleashed from its astral hiding place, it danced through the inferno, reaping the souls of the damned. Heads flew, blood vaporized in the ethereal flames.

A thousand slain with a single strike!

Wáng Lín became a guardian, a ferocious beast protecting its home, and charged into the heart of the fray!

The emblem of thunder remained above, a raging tempest unleashed upon the doomed.

Yet such carnage failed to break the Outer Realm’s assault. Instead, it fueled their primal rage. Consumed by the certainty of their demise, the burning warriors embraced their fate and detonated their energies in waves of destruction!

The echoes of the explosions were cataclysmic. Even Wáng Lín, with his perfected ancient god body, was forced to shield himself from the blast.

“He is Wáng Lín! Slay him, and your name shall be etched in the annals of the Ancient Starry Sky!”

“Kill him!”

“He is but one! Dare he stand against the might of the Outer Realm? Death! Death! Death!”

The invaders, their minds consumed by madness, charged towards him. Wáng Lín plunged into the throng, finding himself surrounded by a sea of enemies. An endless barrage of spells and artifacts crashed upon him, and his defensive shields shattered like glass!

But the ancient god blood within his veins roared with power. Undeterred, Wáng Lín pressed forward, his fingers forming a blade that sliced through the enemy ranks. A single touch, and the bodies of his foes exploded into crimson mist!
Death upon death! Wang Lin, eyes bloodshot with rage, was wreathed in a spectral aura. Those foolish enough to draw near were instantly consumed by phantom flames. Though they detonated in futile sacrifice, their ethereal embers danced forth, swirling about Wang Lin in a macabre halo!

In this relentless slaughter, Wang Lin knew not how many souls he had sent screaming into the void. His body bore the marks of countless wounds, yet they knit themselves closed with unnatural speed, a testament to some dark resilience.

The Sky Cleaver, roaring with celestial fury, crashed down once more. Its sweeping arc devoured nigh five thousand warriors, their flesh torn asunder in a symphony of agonizing screams!

“Ling Dong! Zhou Jin! Do you dare impede us? Are you not extra-territorials? Would you betray your oaths and turn traitor?!” The Elder Dongdi, his power a force to be reckoned with, deflected the attacks of Ling Dong and Zhou Jin with a flourish of his sleeves. He held his own, even as he diverted a portion of his formidable energy to halt the Sky Cleaver’s descent!

Zhou Jin remained silent, a storm of conflicting emotions raging in his eyes. Yet, he struck without hesitation. Ling Dong, on the other hand, wore a mask of utter apathy, the elder’s words failing to stir even the slightest ripple in his placid soul.

“Kill Wang Lin!” Within the array’s heart, the Yunluo High Priestess had arrived. Her eyes widened with fear as she beheld Wang Lin. Raising a trembling hand, she pointed a finger towards him, her voice a shrill command that cut through the din of battle!

The Fire Sparrow Clan Ancestor wheeled about, his face contorted in a savage snarl. Ignoring the Sky Cleaver altogether, he lunged forward, his intent solely focused on Wang Lin!

The Nan Zhao Sage, a cruel glint in his eye, followed suit. He joined the Fire Sparrow Clan Ancestor in their relentless pursuit, their combined might a tempest of impending doom!

Simultaneously, trapped within the jade pendant of the Sealed Realm Sovereign, the emaciated elder engaged in a furious mental struggle against the Sovereign’s divine consciousness. Echoing booms resounded, as neither could gain a decisive advantage!

This war, from its inception, had reached a fever pitch!

The very presence of the Sealed Realm Sovereign tilted the scales in favor of the inner realm. Yet, the conflict showed no sign of abating. Within the ancient starfield, over a dozen clans had received the Grand Dignitary’s summons. Long since prepared, these clans erupted in furious roars, and surged forth through the Grand Dignitary’s传送阵, appearing en masse beyond the fractured Sealed Realm Array. They charged inwards, a tide of fury unleashed!

These clans numbered some eighty thousand warriors, among whom strode two mighty Third Step cultivators. They advanced with purpose, their eyes fixed upon the breach!

With a swiftness that defied comprehension, the Fire Sparrow Clan Ancestor and the Nan Zhao Sage raced towards Wang Lin. Were the Ancestor alone, even with his formidable power, Wang Lin might yet find a way to delay them. But the Nan Zhao Sage, his cultivation reaching the terrifying heights of the Void Spirit Realm!

He alone could slay Wang Lin! And upon him was the venomous assault, famed as much as the desolate!

The Fire Sparrow Clan Ancestor seethed with murderous intent. Advancing, he raised his right hand and unleashed a gesture of power. From the Fire Sparrow Clan’s mountain seal upon his brow, a monstrous, black firebird, ten thousand feet in wingspan, burst forth with a deafening boom. It hurtled towards Wang Lin, trailing the essence of phantom fire!

The firebird burned with boundless incense and exhaled searing heat. The very starscape shimmered with its arrival, its speed bringing it to Wang Lin’s side in the blink of an eye!

The Nan Zhao Sage, his eyes flashing with a predatory light, unleashed no grand spell, but simply raised his right hand. His pallid hand instantly darkened, suffused with unimaginable poisons. A cruel smirk twisting his lips, the Nan Zhao Sage closed the distance in a single stride, plunging directly into the heart of the Fire Sparrow Clan Ancestor’s firebird. He pierced through the burning monstrosity, raising his hand to strike Wang Lin with a blow that promised annihilation!!

Wang Lin whirled, his eyes narrowing in alarm. He raised his right hand, retreating in desperate haste.

At that moment, across the cloud sea starfield, the fabric of space buckled. Hong Xuzi and Nan Yunzi emerged, their faces grim with a resolve to kill. They rushed forth with unwavering speed!

Behind them, a unified roar echoed through the cosmos!

“Cloud Sea, Glory!”

“Cloud Sea, Glory!!”

“Cloud Sea, Glory!!!” Tens of thousands of warriors, a tidal wave of righteous fury, thundered behind them!