A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 2277 Traversing the Mortal Realm, Invading the Underworld

At a similar time, one after another, sword cultivators from the Supreme Sun Dao Court emerged from the mortal realm.

Their number is over 80 million sword cultivators!
The number of top-tier sword cultivators from the Endless Starry Sky who volunteered to participate in this battle was 100 million!
This number is truly terrifying in the eyes of cultivators at a certain level, causing their souls to tremble involuntarily and their bodies to feel numb and tingling.

They understood what this meant.

It should be understood that the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court had previously experienced countless bloody battles, including at least three sacred sword battles with a survival rate of only one in ten thousand or even lower. Too many sword cultivators died on the battlefield; the phrase "nine out of ten lives" is far from sufficient to describe the cruelty of such a battlefield.

Logically speaking, it should have scared away 99% of the living beings in the world long ago.

Sword cultivators who voluntarily sign up to embark on a perilous battlefield are the elite of sword cultivators, an extremely valuable asset, and the most important foundation of a sword-wielding force.

Their numbers are so small, yet their swordsmanship is not to be underestimated.

However, just a few hundred thousand years later, the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court could easily pull out one hundred million elite super sword cultivators who voluntarily stepped into the Sacred Sword Battle Arena!

This is the golden age of sword cultivators in this era.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Hahaha... True love is never more than this!"

"All beneath my sword will be shattered! All will be destroyed! All will die!"

The sword cultivators grinned maliciously.

Eighty million sword cultivators broke through the human realm of the Three Realms Array, charged into the exposed array nodes, and plunged into layers of arrays and military formations!
As the sword fell, cultivators from all races of the Heavenly Court died in droves, their bodies shattered, blood, internal organs, and severed limbs scattered everywhere.

Flames erupted, and the territory of the Heavenly Court of Myriad Races was transformed into a sea of ​​blood!
These 80 million sword cultivators had never known what a military formation was. This was not a strictly disciplined army, but a sacred sword duel that belonged only to them personally.

Eighty million sword cultivators are scattered across the vast and endless star field, freely choosing what they consider the best battlefield. They charge into the territory of the Heavenly Court of Myriad Races alone, facing enemies hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of times larger, gradually approaching the true essence of the sword path amidst endless bloodshed and wails!

They are one in eighty million, an insignificant number.

They are also sword cultivators ranked one hundred millionth in the endless starry sky!

How many living beings, geniuses, and unparalleled prodigies are there in the endless starry sky?

And they are ranked within the top 100 million!
Thus, one can imagine how terrifying they were.

Even if any one of these 80 million sword cultivators is not an unknown person, but a renowned immortal expert who has spent countless years alone, made countless achievements, whose talent once illuminated a large part of the starry sky, and was once worshipped by countless billions of living beings.

This is an ordinary human swordsman on the battlefield today.

They came here, they broke through the great formation of the human world, they stormed into the territory of the Heavenly Court of all races, they killed freely, shattered billions of troops with a single sword, and fought across light-years with a single sword.

Sometimes they would laugh heartily amidst the bloodshed, their long-suppressed desire for sword fighting finally released in a single moment;
Sometimes they die silently, like weeds, at the hands of the powerful warriors of the Heavenly Court of Myriad Races who arrive at the scene. Their swordsmanship judgment is not good enough, and they are not lucky enough, so their swordsmanship ends.

Sometimes, they achieve breakthroughs in swordsmanship amidst wild laughter, reaching new heights, elevating their realm, and advancing to the quasi-emperor level...

All sorts of scenes, bizarre and wonderful.

This is the brilliant life of a sword cultivator.

The only thing that could be clearly seen was that in a very short time, tiny black dots suddenly appeared on the Three Realms Grand Array of the Heavenly Court of Myriad Races. These tiny black dots were spreading wildly at a destructive speed. They were the destruction of array bases and the slaughter of the heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the array nodes by the sword cultivators!

If this continues, the entire Myriad Races Heavenly Court Star Domain Array will completely collapse in at most tens of thousands of years!

Then, the final battle will come sooner than expected!

"so!"

"This can't go on like this!"

The quasi-Emperor Yama was gripped by fear and roared.

As a quasi-emperor whom the True Immortal of the Six Paths of Reincarnation focused on cultivating after arriving in the Three Realms, he had a very close relationship with the True Immortal, knew too much about the big picture, and was aware of the terrible consequences of continuing in this situation.

That is, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy believes that the Three Realms are too weak and there is no need to continue to expect anything! All of this is merely the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court's sword cultivators joining the battlefield!

These sword cultivators are too crazy, too terrifying.

"Activate the dual-layered array of the Three Realms!"

"The Underworld!"

Both Quasi-Emperors Hongxian and Weizi Shucheng shared the sentiment and spoke in deep voices.

If the Three Realms are defeated, they will surely die, and Wei Zi Shu Cheng will surely die!

He was too deeply bound to the True Immortal of Ten Thousand Laws. In the past wars, he inevitably killed too many Daoist cultivators, and he would definitely be purged after the war. There was no way he could escape.

Boom!

Boom...

The three commanders, second only to the True Fairy in the Three Realms, held the command flags bestowed by the True Fairy and waved them fiercely. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals roared in response, and the heavenly starry sky trembled incessantly.

In that instant, the vast territory of the Heavenly Court of Myriad Races seemed to turn upside down.

It was as if three dimensions were rumbling, overlapping, and replacing each other. Everything—from clouds and stones to grass, trees, animals, and humans—changed instantly, and the sky became dark and hazy.

The air was thick with yin energy, and the cold was biting.

The River of the Dead descends from all directions, carrying with it the wailing and lamenting souls of the living.

In the distance, ten magnificent bronze palace worlds descended, each one imposing and solemn, the center of the world, a place of awe for countless departed souls.

The name of the first bronze palace in the world is Yama's Palace!
Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Meng Po, the Judge, little devils… one by one, famous beings from the underworld appeared, their numbers boundless, each one extremely angry, roaring fiercely:

"All living beings!"

"How dare you trespass into the underworld without cause! I hereby sentence you to have your lifespan reduced to zero, and you shall fall into the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated!"

Follow your words!
The instant the judge of the underworld finished speaking, wisps of gray aura appeared on the bodies of the sword cultivators who had fallen into this place, indicating that their lifespans were dissipating.

Many sword cultivators fell to the ground without a sound.

They instantly transformed into bewildered and ignorant ghosts, stumbling and staggering towards the River of the Dead.

"Hahaha!"

"This is the Underworld! This is the Underworld!"

The Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor laughed wildly, completely insane.

Boom!

He rose like a blazing sun of destruction, transforming into a giant of the sun, charging towards the Yama Palace amidst countless rules of destruction. Every step he took shook the underworld, and the ash-like aura that plundered lifespans instantly dissipated.

"The underworld will also be shattered under my sword!"

The Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, with each step and each sword strike, slaughtered countless beings in the underworld!

"The Underworld!"

"Hahaha!"

"Great stuff! Really great stuff!"

The human sword cultivators, including Seven Kill Quasi-Emperor, Burial Heaven Quasi-Emperor, and Heavenly Dao Quasi-Emperor, laughed and cursed.

One by one, they drew their swords, like suns of destruction falling into the millions of ghost cultivators in the underworld, bringing slaughter, destruction, and death, their brilliant light illuminating the netherworld.

(End of this chapter)