I'm About to Die, Can't I Buff My Junior Sister's Strength?

349: My family’s Emperor isn’t here, so asking me won’t help.”What should we do?”

”That old monster did it on purpose, trying to tie us down?” Old Man Tianji said with an extremely solemn expression.

Shen Min, however, thought for a moment and said, ”Let’s go, let’s go back and see first!”

They hadn’t found Candle Yin here, but they had encountered several Puppets that had already reached the Immortal level... ”Alright!” Old Man Tianji nodded.

The sound of the true dragon horn spread throughout the Five Domains, the heavens and earth trembled, and the Five Domains shook.

”Has the great war begun? The Yao soldiers haven’t passed the Imperial Pass yet, so we can’t emerge...”

In the Five Domains, in a place called the Forbidden Zone, the Burial Ground of Life and Death, echoing sounds rang out. An old man suddenly opened his eyes, Death Qi swirling within them. He was like a withered skeleton, having sat here for an unknown number of years. Lifespan had long ceased to exist for him, unable to nourish his vital essence... He was not human, nor was he truly dead. He had reached the end of Dao Integration, failed to transcend the Immortal Tribulation to prove his Dao and achieve longevity, and relied on some Heaven-Defying method to seal himself here, with only one chance to act before completely turning to dust... There were many similar to him, some buried deep in the earth, but some of the supreme powerhouses had different goals... ”The Monster Realm has arrived...” In other domains, powerhouses also exclaimed in surprise.

The sound of the true dragon horn echoed throughout the Five Domains. Void Return powerhouses rushed towards the Imperial Pass... Heavenly Abyss.

Human Race border.

The Imperial Pass stood tall, ancient and majestic!

The aura of time on it grew increasingly strong. The runes on the city walls, long silent and indistinguishable, seemed to revive at this moment, bursting forth with the profound light they possessed in their past lives, thousands upon thousands. Each rune represented the Dao of a transcendent existence; they scattered their Dao here, adding a layer of resistance to the Imperial Pass’s grand formation.

This city was the culmination of countless years of the Human Race, the efforts of generations of supreme powerhouses and ancient sages. Even after immeasurable ages, it remained grand, as if facing this Immortal Qi, facing the pressure of the entire Universe, it would remain unshaken!

Inside the Imperial Pass.

Cultivators continuously appeared, coming from the Five Domains, their numbers increasing at an alarming rate. Those who came were at least Nascent Soul; any weaker, and they wouldn’t even count as cannon fodder in this great war.

And at this moment, in front of the Imperial Pass, in mid-air.

Crack!

Crack!

Sounds of space shattering rang out one after another.

”It’s our Human Race’s supreme powerhouses!!” an Imperial Pass Cultivator shouted excitedly.

Behold.

Figures stepped through space, numbering forty to fifty. They stood there, each exuding a different aura of the Great Dao, like Immortals, with various divine lights permeating their surroundings. Although they knew each other, at this moment, they all remained silent, looking at the distant turmoil in the Heavenly Abyss, and the Immortal aura emanating from that black decree... The leader.

He seemed like the leader!

His strength was unquestioned by any Dao Integration Cultivator!

Shen Min stood proudly, his eyes bright and full of spirit, gazing at the Heavenly Abyss. His black hair flowed behind him, and his entire body exuded terrifying vitality. Within his eyes, Talismans rotated, and the Talisman Dao within him spun like chains of divine order.

”A great battle occurred deep within the Heavenly Abyss, killing many Yao Race members, a terrifying number. It should be this generation’s descendants of the Heavenly Demon Realm...” Daoist Yuan held a horsetail whisk in his right hand and a Bagua mirror in his left, which was clasped behind his back, as he spoke softly.

His words seemed to be enveloped by the power of dao principle, audible only to the figures standing in the sky.

”I’m curious, how many died for Senior Yuan to call it terrifying?” a Hedao Cultivator couldn’t help but ask.

Daoist Yuan lowered his eyes: ”Not a single one left...”

As soon as these words were spoken, the Hedao powerhouses in the sky couldn’t help but show expressions of shock, taking a sharp breath.

Not a single one left?

Doesn’t that mean their entire generation was wiped out?