Rumble—
Suddenly, the Incomplete Imperial City exploded with a terrifying roar.
Visibly, the earth trembled inside the Residual Emperor City, splitting open a gigantic ravine stretching hundreds of thousands of miles, as strands of horrifying Emperor's Might slowly erged, dominating the heavens.
In the starry sky, the Heavenly Stars trembled urgently, visible to the naked eye, as vast amounts of starlight power transford into streams of tangible starlight, cascading down like a splendid Star River.
In an instant, the Primordial Continent dimd, shrouded in darkness, and all seed engulfed, leaving only the dazzling Star River, vast and majestic, standing tall, connecting the heavens and the earth.
Along that splendid Star River, figures in human or other forms erged from the imnse ravine, rising and falling with the river; huge teors circled it, appearing eerily strange.
Especially the figures, lying flat or sitting cross-legged, all had their eyes closed, seemingly asleep, devoid of any vitality or motion.
This scene was unnerving as many strong beings clearly saw the attire of those floating in the Star River; so were decidedly ancient, even suspecting a lost era, dating back unfathomably far.
"That is—"
Among them, a Great Power Ancestor of the Light Clan spoke, eyes widened, gazing at the Star River, as if witnessing sothing incredible.
Indeed, he observed within the mysterious and dazzling Star River, among those enigmatic beings, one surrounded by brilliant light, even while sitting cross-legged. Despite having seemingly perished, his entire body emitted radiance, aged, possessing an extraordinary immortal aura and Dao Bone, characteristic of the Light Clan.
Others, too, watched in shock. Is the figure in the Star River truly related to the Light Clan?
"It's the Ancient Ancestor!"
Suddenly, the Great Power called out excitedly, for though he was an Ancient Great Power, at this mont, he trembled with excitent, his Great Divine Body shuddering uncontrollably.
The figure was unmistakably the Ancient Ancestor of the Light Clan, a Supre Powerhouse from eons past who sought the Supre Dao, venturing into the starry expanse, never to return, sparking years of decline within the once-powerful clan, which never ceased searching for the ancestor's whereabouts.
Yet, after countless millennia, without any news, fearing the worst, it was utterly unexpected to discover the Ancient Ancestor on this Primordial Continent, hidden within the mysterious Star River.
Upon hearing this, all were stunned—was this truly the Ancient Ancestor of the Light Clan!?
"Ancient Ancestor!" The Great Power imdiately kneeled, for the ancestor had led their clan to glory and strength, exceptionally powerful—not a re Great Power. To discover him here brought tears, inducing overwhelming emotion, a fervent hope to awaken the Ancient Ancestor, believing his return would vastly elevate their clan's power.
Yet the ancient figure sat unmoved within the Star River, eyes shut, motionless.
Not only the Ancient Ancestor, but other beings in the Star River were similarly recognized, each one an ancestor from vanished strong clans or a supre figure lost to the starry universe while exploring cosmic mysteries, all believed long gone.
So had been absent for thousands of years, suspected to have perished with ti, yet found here, sitting amid starlight.
What is this Star River that harbors so many powerful figures of the cosmos—missing Ancestors who commanded domains, era-defining supres—all inexplicably vanished yet reappeared on this Primordial Continent, shocking the world, instilling terror.
What happened back then that led countless supre beings to appear within this dazzling Star River, causing an eerie, chilling sensation?
Woo-woo—
Suddenly, a sinister wind blew across the heavens, sweeping the expansive Primordial Continent, pitch-black and horrifying, tearing through space, accompanied by piercing cold.
Even among nurous Heavenly King Realm strong beings, the chill penetrated deeply.
A chill not only felt physically but also within their souls.
Woo-woo—
From the massive ravine, a dark torrent erged. It was a terrifying army, clad in Nether Armor, appearing chillingly dread-inducing, wielding War Spears, soaring skyward, launching an attack on countless strong beings.
"What is happening, why did so many troops suddenly appear, and not ordinary ones!"
Many were shocked; this army was terrifying, not typical—every soldier excessively strong, mostly skeletons donning tattered Battle Armor, green light flickering in their skulls like Yin Soldiers erged, capturing souls.
"It's terrible, these are real Yin Soldiers, how could they appear here."
Many strong beings exclaid; Yin Soldiers were true Yin Spirits, Ghost Spirits ford from the unwavering will of fallen strong beings, lacking much mory from life, despite being slightly weaker, yet still quite terrifying.
In essence, Yin Soldiers were legend—extraordinarily sinister entities that, upon passing, would strip all life, extrely fearso.
Throughout ancient universes, Yin Soldiers traversed roads, claiming the glory of many Supre Powerhouses, marking their fearso existence; unexpectedly appearing here too, inducing dread.
Rumble—
The dreadful Yin Soldiers army charged towards celestial strong beings, wielding rusted Ancient Weapons, yet incredibly fearso, tearing through the void, attacking all the strong beings.
The strong had no choice but to resist—each one acted, unleashing Divine Power Laws engulfing everything.
However, these Yin Soldiers were astonishing, slicing through swathes of Principles, severing the sky. Weaker cultivators were pierced by War Spears and Long Spears, Nether soldiers peering sinisterly, rapidly decaying, transforming into skeletons, even Primordial Spirit unable to resist, plucked out, becoming Ghost Fire, embedding within skeletal shells, transforming into Yin Soldiers.
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