The war had reached a scale no mortal civilization had ever imagined possible.
What had once begun as a competition between talented youths within the empire now seemed like a distant memory from another lifetime. The academy tournament that had gathered the strongest generation of young cultivators, the battles that had once shaken arenas and captivated entire provinces, had long since lost their significance beneath the shadow of what was unfolding now.
Back then, victory had meant prestige.
Power had meant standing above one's peers.
The future had seemed vast, yet understandable.
Now, all of that appeared insignificant.
The battlefield was no longer a city.
It was no longer a nation.
It was no longer even an empire.
The battlefield had become an entire world.
And the enemy no longer stood across a battlefield.
They stood beyond the heavens themselves.
