Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain had always remained in a state of war readiness.
As time passed, the boundless territory formed by these tens of thousands of mountains had taken in cultivators until it reached the limit Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain could bear.
Including the Fushen Clan, the Imperial Burial army, and cultivators from third- and fourth-rate sects, there were around one hundred and thirty million cultivators at the "elite" level of the fourth stage of the Astral God Realm or above. The number of ordinary gods had reached ten billion.
Such a Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain was undoubtedly the strongest base of the myriad sects. With "Li Tianming" and the Imperial Burial army stationed there, it was even more impregnable than an iron barrel.
Under such circumstances, if "Immortal Lord Wumeng" had not been sufficiently confident in himself, he would never have ventured deep into enemy territory.
Of course, the appearance of the "Heartless Bug" and the impending arrival of Sirius, coupled with the lack of time, were the fundamental reasons he had decided to take this risk.
There was one more reason: Li Tianming had progressed too quickly!
In Fushen Valley, he had slain the Golden Wheel War Venerable amidst an army of millions. What awe-inspiring might was that?
Immortal Lord Wumeng feared that if this dragged on, even his trump card would become useless.
Thus, that snow-white warship descended outside the "Eternal Imperial Dragon Infinite Barrier." Immortal Lord Wumeng stood atop the warship with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face. His handsome, dashing appearance alone was enough to draw sighs of admiration from countless people.
Ordinary people had no idea what was about to happen.
As the second alliance leader and once the leading figure of the myriad sects, Immortal Lord Wumeng did not