The sound was like the sky itself tearing apart.

A spiderweb of catastrophic cracks spread across the combined defensive arrays of the Dao Xuan Sect and the Immortal Dynasty. The golden light flickered violently, threatening to extinguish at any moment. Below, cultivators stumbled, their faces pale with shock and terror. The sheer, overwhelming power of that single "greeting" was beyond their worst nightmares.

"Is... is this the power of the Deep Sea Sect?" a young disciple stammered, his sword trembling in his hand.

"Just a greeting..." another whispered, his voice filled with despair.