An edict-bearing Diaochan, a lamp-tending Chang'e

In East Heaven of Jurong World, the great sun's azure light surged like a mighty tide, shimmering in every direction.

Beneath that blazing, vast sun, supreme over all beneath heaven, countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals advanced in every direction, leveling cave abodes and sweeping through mountains and rivers.

The Shanhe Daoist Sect had mobilized on a staggering scale. Nearly thirty True Lords bearing cave profound dao fruits alone had come, to say nothing of the generals leading the troops and the vast numbers of Daoist Soldiers.

With such might and so many forces, the Shanhe Daoist Sect certainly wanted more than just Qingqiu.

Every power dependent on Qingqiu had only two choices: defect and surrender, or be utterly annihilated.

As the True Lords of the three branches went about their separate tasks, Jiang Sheng and Lin Fan found themselves free. They had already made quite a stir earlier; now they ought to stand aside and give their martial uncles, who had traveled so far, a chance to act.

Jiang Sheng and Lin Fan understood each other perfectly on this point. They had already gained enough and earned their share of merit. They could hardly refuse to let anyone else have a portion, especially when these were their own martial uncles. Both were therefore happy to enjoy a little leisure.

Yet while Jiang Sheng and Lin Fan wanted to slack off for a while, someone refused to leave them alone.

Just as Jiang Sheng and Lin Fan were hiding aboard a Dharma Boat amid the sea of clouds, a Heavenly Soldier came forward to report, "True Lords, someone outside the Dharma Boat claims to be an old acquaintance from Thunder-Gathering Mountain and requests an audience with True Lord Ling Zhao."

Old acquaintances from Thunder-Gathering Mountain could only mean Kui Yue and