Aspiring to the Immortal Path Chapter 1038: Invasion

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

A fiery red planet.

This was not a half-sphere like the Rosecloud Domain, but an intact planet that rotated in the void.

It was called the Flame Yang Domain.

The Flame Yang Domain's average temperature was higher than that of other domains, so its inhabitants had a higher resistance to heat and were experts in using flames. The largest sect of the Flame Yang Domain was the Great Sun Sect, which was renowned for its use of flames.

Its headquarters was a city akin to blazing flames located on a towering mountain.

This metropolis covered a vast area and was full of various strangely-shaped buildings that appeared like twisting flames. They were clumped around randomly without rhyme or reason, as wild and carefree as the flames they appeared to be.

The people living within them were also rather carefree. Whether young or old, man or woman, they walked around with smiles on their faces and greeted each other without any distinction of class or hierarchy.

But there was an order hidden by the overt chaos, hierarchy existing behind the seeming equality.

Among all those countless flame-like buildings, one tower stood tall far above the rest.

This tower's name was the Spiral Flame.

It was so imposing and conspicuous that it was like a blazing torch lighting up the heavens. Anyone who came to this tower would bow, for within was their most revered leader, the master of the Great Sun Sect, Yuan Tianzhong.

On the highest floor of the Spiral Flame, a white-bearded old man with light-green eyes was seated, forming signs with his hands.

As his hands shifted from sign to sign, a fire danced around his palms, seeming both real and illusory. This was the supreme Fire Divine Connection of the Great Sun Sect, Truth Inextinguishable.

As that inextinguishable flame danced about, it suddenly sputtered, spitting out a small ember.

The sight of this small ember had Yuan Tianzhong shuddering, a fiery light appearing in his light-green eyes. "This is…"

Still trembling, he stood up and looked out of the tower.

At some point, a thick layer of dark clouds had covered the sky.

These thick clouds surmounted almost the entirety of the Great Sun Sect, and if one were standing from a higher point of view, one would see that the entire mountain range had been enclosed. And from even farther away, one would realize that more than half of the Flame Yang Domain was covered by these black clouds.

Yuan Tianzhong trembled, and he stammered, "This is… this is…"

He then shouted, "Little Wu!"

A young and handsome man dressed in white martial uniform appeared below. He got down on one knee and said, "Sect Master!"

Yuan Tianzhong declared, "Notify the entire domain to be ready for war."

"What?" The martial artist was startled. "'The entire domain'? Against who?"

"The Nether Domain."

"'The Nether Domain'?" The martial artist raised his head in shock.

"Yes, the Nether Domain is invading… and it's…" Yuan Tianzhong gazed up at the clouds and solemnly said, "A large-scale invasion!"

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In the dark yellow depths of the Nether Domain, the Nine Nethers River was still rushing along.

It was gradually growing more turbulent!

Bubbles were rising to the surface, and small yellow whirlpools were appearing one after another.

A ghost emerged from every whirlpool, some of them rotting, some of them cold and sinister, some of them savage, some of them scary. They struggled in the water, letting out piercing shrieks. They were no longer as dull and rigid as before, but radiating a cruel aura.

More and more ghosts were still emerging from the Nine Nethers River, and a thick death energy filled the air above its yellow waters.

In the center of these waters was a giant vortex.

As it spiraled in the water, it rose and higher and higher, gradually forming a spatial gate.

As the river waters ascended, they thinned out and grew brighter and brighter, and opposite the vortex, another world could be seen.

It was a beautiful world, brimming with life.

At the same time, numerous ghost ships were converging on this location.

They cruised through the river waters, running over ghosts and battering aside all obstacles. There were tens of thousands of ghost ships, a mighty armada. And there were many more ghosts emerging from the river and following this armada. If the ships were cavalry, these ghosts were the far more numerous infantry. They were mindless and couldn't use formations like the ghost soldiers on the ships, but they had terrifying numbers on their side, the entire river spitting out these ghosts.

The vortex spiraling into the air grew larger and larger, big enough to devour a city.

A cheer of victory came from the ghost ship at the very front.

In an unseen plane of energy, a storm was raging, tearing through all barriers to infiltrate a magnificent world before finally manifesting as this awe-inspiring vortex.

The Yellow Springs geyser eruption!

When this energy reached its apex, the vortex began to open like a spatial fissure, but larger, more stable, and safer!

The passage between the Nether Domain and the mortal plane had opened.

"Raaa!" The moment the passage opened, the leading ghost ship charged in, its crew roaring.

They wanted to go to that prosperous mortal plane to plunder, kill, and get what they wanted.

One ghost ship after another entered the vortex.

In the Flame Yang Domain, ghost ships plunged out of the black clouds and began to spread out like a plague.

The aura of death instantly covered the world.

Yuan Tianzhong felt his hands and feet turn as cold as ice.

The warning had already been issued from the tower, but the invasion of the Nether Domain had come too fast, far faster than he had imagined.

Preparations were pointless. This was like another cultivator war, and only strength could decide their fate.

In this aspect, the Flame Yang Domain was at an absolute disadvantage.

"It's not Vast Wilderness."

Seated on his white throne, Tang Jie gazed up at the fiery red sky through the vortex. Based on the environmental attributes within, Tang Jie quickly concluded that the Nether Domain's invasion target was only a minor domain, not the Vast Wilderness Continent.

If it had been the Vast Wilderness Continent, Tang Jie wouldn't have been concerned at all, for there were far too many experts there for the Nether Domain to not be vanquished no matter how many experts it sent, particularly as the invaders were limited to those below Violet Palace.

But things were entirely different if the target was a minor domain.

Even without a Titan taking part, the quantity of ghosts alone was enough to drown the entire domain. And it didn't matter if this domain had its own Titans, for the Nether Domain had Nether Emperors and Nether Gods watching, perhaps even stronger. Perhaps they hoped that a human Titan would intervene so that they could launch a lowly sneak attack… The ghosts of the Nether Domain had never cared for honor.

Regardless, this domain was doomed.

The Nether Domain invasion was on a much smaller scale than the Primordial Fog Calamity.

But there was no difference to the Flame Yang Domain.

More and more ghosts poured out of the vortex.

They walked in broad daylight, the black clouds protecting from all that was bright and holy. The energy of the Nine Nethers had engulfed this place, turning it into part of the Nether Domain. Although this was only for a short time, it was enough for everyone to reap a rich harvest.

The ghost ships charged like generals at the head of their armies, felling defenseless mortals and veteran cultivators alike before them.

In a flash, the entire domain was swept up in a majestic war.

In the Nine Nethers River, Tang Jie's ship was still in line.

His search for the Severing Hooks meant he had arrived a little late. Unable to get in the first batch, he had been pushed all the way to the rear.

But even if he had come early, what could he do?

With his strength, he could block one or two ships, but not hundreds or thousands, not even considering that innumerable army of ghosts, which served as an endless flow of reinforcements.

With this cannon fodder, the ghost ships could keep on the offensive.

Tang Jie's power was puny in perspective.

Let alone him, even his Immortal Platform avatar would have had a headache when faced with this situation.

"Master, we…" Saros looked at Tang Jie.

As it knew Tang Jie's true identity, it was frightened by the current situation. Its greatest fear was that Tang Jie would lose his head and charge into the fray to rescue the humans.

Fortunately, Tang Jie sighed and said, "Don't worry; I won't do anything stupid."

The three ghost kings sighed in relief.

"But we still have to fight this battle," Tang Jie immediately followed, which had them nervous again. "To fight in the name of my own welfare, eliminating my rivals. That's the best I can do. As for what happens next… that's up to the heavens."

"Up to the heavens"!

Anyone who understood Tang Jie would have been stunned by these words.

When had Tang Jie learned to say such things?

He was never one to rely on the heavens.

But now, as Tang Jie gazed into the distance, there was a profound sorrow in his eyes.

"Yes, Master!" the three ghost kings called out. They then turned around and said, "What are you waiting for? Charge! Get to the front, and kill anyone who gets in the way!"

The Ghost March Ship rumbled forward, crashing into the ghost ship in front of it…