The sky of the Spiritual Realm bore no stars, only flames pale as bone flowing through the void.
Ye Qingzhou and the Emperor Slayer stood at the edge of the Returning Ruins Rift, their gaze piercing the chaos to fixate on the celestial armada that blotted out the sun—the Immortal Dome Battle Array of the Void Divine Dynasty.
Nine Nine Heavens Celestial Patrol Ships hovered above the Star Sea, the prows carved into the heads of Cyan Dragons, their Profound Gold Wings extending three thousand meters, rumbling with the sound of wind and thunder, the Innate Eight Trigrams Array Pattern circulating on the membranes of their wings, sealing off the whole airspace.
The Returning Ruins Soul Suppressing Tower Ship lay dormant like a giant beast from the Underworld, its pitch-black hull entwined with the Nine Netherworld Profound Chain, three hundred sixty Soul-Calling Banners moving without wind, Nether mists swirling, rendering any living being touched into white bones.
