Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The four figures moved with incredible speed, breaking through the clouds in an instant and heading straight for the top of the sky.

The moment they set off, in every hidden corner of the Primordial Great World, long-dormant, obscure auras suddenly awakened, like ferocious beasts that had smelled blood.

At the bottom of the towering cliffs of Yanzhou, the fierce winds were like knives, scraping away the rocks and sending them flying everywhere.

A figure clad in skeletal armor was huddled in a crevice at the bottom of the cliff, covered in a thick layer of dust.

When he was building his foundation, the Dry Bone True Lord used the bones of ten thousand cultivators to create his natal magic weapon, the "Dry Bone Banner." He continued to refine it over the years. In the early stages of Battle Royale, he used this magic weapon and a backup plan to kill a True Lord enemy.

After seizing the throne, he immediately hid here, where he had laid out a backup plan in the past, allowing him to digest and absorb the fruits of his labor in peace.

At this moment, the sword immortal's sharp sword energy, like threading a needle, pierced through the many barriers of the abyss and landed on his soul.

The Bone True Monarch suddenly opened his eyes, a ruthless glint flashing in them. He raised his hand and waved it, and the concealment array in front of him, which had taken hundreds of years of painstaking effort to set up, instantly shattered into countless points of light.

"Damn it, even if a man dies, he'll live forever! I'll risk it all!" He roared, and the bones on his skeletal armor crackled as black energy surged around him, transforming into a black wind that blotted out the sky and soared into the heavens.

The skeleton wasn't stupid; he knew he was out of the game. His strength was far inferior to that of the heretics, and even among the remaining True Monarchs, he was at the bottom.

There is absolutely no way you can carve out a path on your own.

The only way to survive is to immediately abandon one's status and escape the Primordial Great World through the subspace.

With his knowledge and abilities, he could survive even in foreign lands.

But as a Golden Core expert, he was truly unwilling to leave so easily.

Many people share his thoughts.

Beneath the ice of the frozen sea in the North lies a vast glacier, where the air is bitterly cold.

A blue figure sat cross-legged deep within the ice, its body covered in thick, solid ice.

This person is Xuan Shui Zhenjun. He had made an alliance with Lu Chen, but when Luo Kunlun killed Lu Chen, he hid under the ice of the Frozen Sea and didn't even dare to show his head.

Now that he sensed the presence, True Monarch Xuan Shui gritted his teeth. He knew that there was no escaping it; that heretic would find him sooner or later.

But he simply couldn't bear to give up his cultivation.

Go abroad to make a comeback? What a nonsensical "comeback".

Moreover, the Primordial Great World has been plundering other worlds for many years, and it is notorious among the outer realms, if not universally hated.

Since that's the case, instead of waiting to be killed, why not join forces and fight back? Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.

This is just the beginning.

Those True Lords who survived the battle royale either hid in remote, unknown secret realms or concealed themselves in the cracks of small worlds.

At this moment, feeling the pull of the three Thunder Punishment True Monarchs and the faint ancient fluctuations originating from the Causal Stone, they no longer concealed themselves.

Some True Lords harbored a glimmer of hope, thinking that if they could kill that heretic, they could take a share of his position and ascend to heaven in one step.

Some true lords, having reached a dead end, understand that there is no way to survive by fighting alone, and can only band together for warmth and take a gamble.

Some true lords only want to take advantage of their superior numbers to avenge a single arrow wound.

Streaks of light, red, orange, yellow, green... converged from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, rushing towards one direction.

In just half an hour, a full twenty True Monarch auras gathered under the sky.

In the battle royale, the weak died, and the cowardly and fearful had long since abandoned their positions and fled through the subspace with their confidants.

Those who remained were the top-tier combatants remaining in the Primordial Great World. Each of them was once a regional overlord, capable of shaking the heavens and earth with a stomp of their feet.

The figure of the Sword Immortal True Lord stopped first above the clouds at the top of the sky. His green robes fluttered, his long sword was sheathed, but the sword aura around him was not diminished at all, and remained as sharp as a blade.

Thunder Punishment True Lord and Undying True Lord stood on either side, their auras surging, forming an invisible barrier that shook the surrounding clouds into disarray.

Tantai Hong was last, with the jade seal hanging above his head. The power of the nation's will flowed slowly like a golden tide, enveloping everyone's aura and preventing them from being detected by their opponents.

Soon, figures such as the Dry Bone True Lord, the Ten Thousand Poisons True Lord, and the Crimson Hair True Lord appeared one after another above the clouds.

Twenty True Monarchs, along with Lei Fa, Immortal, Sword Immortal, and Tantai Hong, a total of twenty-four top-tier combatants, gathered in the sky.

"Everyone," Thunder Punishment True Monarch stepped forward, his purplish-black lightning-patterned Daoist robe billowing without wind, and crackling purple lightning around him, emitting a piercing sound, "I'm sure you all know that today's matter is a life-or-death battle, with no way out!"

"If we win, we will divide the Primordial Great World and share its power. If we lose, our souls will be annihilated, leaving not even a trace of our spirits, becoming nourishment for the heretical cultivators to forge their Dao embryos!"

The Bone True Monarch stepped forward, his skeletal armor clanging against each other. "Fellow Daoist, rest assured! We have long since had enough of that heretic's oppression! Today, we will fight him to the death!"

"Excellent!" True Monarch Wan Du echoed in a sweet voice, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes. "As long as we can kill that heretic, those fruit positions he holds will be ours for the taking! At that time, our cultivation will surely reach a new level!"

The other True Lords echoed their sentiments, their voices filled with long-suppressed desire and resentment.

Upon seeing this, the Immortal True Monarch sneered. He raised his hand and released a trace of the aura of the Karma Stone.

The causal force originating from the ancestor of cultivators pressed down like Mount Tai, instantly silencing all the True Monarchs. They could clearly sense that the causal power contained within this fluctuation was vast and boundless, far beyond their ability to resist.

This force was originally intended to be used against them.

If it weren't for the outsiders stirring up trouble, Immortal would never have wanted to reveal his long-prepared trump card at this time.

"Rest assured, everyone," the Undying True Monarch said in a deep voice, his tone as resounding as a great bell. "This treasure has a karmic connection originating from the ancestor of cultivators. As long as the plan succeeds, the heretics will undoubtedly be defeated! At that time, the positions they hold will naturally be distributed according to their merits!"

Then, his tone shifted abruptly, becoming icy and chilling: "But if anyone dares to defect on the battlefield or desert, don't blame us for joining forces to kill him first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his golden Dharma body suddenly erupted, and a terrifying pressure swept across the entire area.

Thunder Punishment True Monarch and Sword Immortal True Monarch also released their auras at the same time. The pressure of the three top True Monarchs intertwined, like three mountains, making everyone breathless.

Those True Lords who harbored disloyal intentions quickly restrained themselves. They knew that Lei Fa and his companions meant what they said, and if they dared to play any tricks, they would surely die.

Tantai Hong frowned slightly as he looked at the scene before him. He knew that these True Lords were all unruly individuals. Although they had formed an alliance out of fear, it was hard to guarantee that some of them wouldn't defect if the battle situation changed even slightly.

Moreover, the so-called distribution according to work is a joke in itself.

Everyone present was shrewd and understood that when the time came, it would definitely come down to each person relying on their own abilities.

But now that things have come to this, the die is cast and there's no turning back.

Upon seeing this, the Sword Immortal True Lord slowly drew the ancient longsword from his waist.

"Buzz—"

The moment the longsword was drawn, a sharp sword aura shot into the sky, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky in two.

"Thunder Punishment Myriad Spirits Sword Formation, activate!"

At his command, Thunder Punishment True Monarch's body surged with lightning, and countless purple lightning bolts descended from the sky, transforming into chains of lightning that crisscrossed each other.

The Immortal True Lord's golden Dharma body suddenly grew larger, standing like a mountain in the center of the sword formation, becoming the central hub of the formation and continuously supplying power.

The sword energy crisscrossed, connecting the power of thunder and the golden body to form an impenetrable sword net.

The combination of thunder magic, formation magic, and swordsmanship can be called the Heavenly Sword.

The remaining twenty True Lords also unleashed their innate divine abilities to enhance the power of the sword formation.

In an instant, thunder roared, sword energy crisscrossed, poisonous mist filled the sky, and ice and fire intertwined.

A massive sword formation, covering an area of ​​tens of millions of miles, slowly took shape.

Within the sword formation, the rules were disordered, the space was shattered, and a terrifying pressure emanated from it.

This was the deadly formation set up by twenty-three top combatants working together, and it was their last resort in their fight against that heretical cultivator.

Tantai Hong stood at the edge of the sword formation, his palm tightly gripping the causal stone.

The azure spiritual light within the crystal intertwined with his power of wishes for all living beings, concealing the fluctuations.

Looking up, one could see the figure standing atop the shattered cave in the center of the sky, slowly turning around.

Luo Kunlun's gaze calmly swept over the sword formation, over the figures of the twenty-three True Monarchs, and finally seemed to land on Tantai Hong.

"I see."

"Having gathered all their remaining strength, are they planning a final, desperate gamble?"

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."