The mountain rain was coming, and the wind already filled the tower.
A great battle was about to erupt between the Ancient Demons and the cultivators.
Both sides were gathering their strength, because this final battle would decide where the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces would ultimately belong—whether they would become a lower Demon World, or pass through safely.
No one knew.
Although the cultivators' morale had recovered greatly, most of them were still uneasy at heart. After all, most of them had witnessed the strength of the Ancient Demons for themselves. Though they now had an almost mythically rumored Dongxuan Realm cultivator on their side, he was only one man. As the saying went, even a true hero could not withstand sheer numbers. Could this one man really turn heaven and earth upside down?
Unlike the optimism of the low-level cultivators, many seasoned and prudent Nascent Soul Realm cultivators appeared deeply worried.
However, they could not show it, because that would affect morale. The current situation, in which people's hearts could still be used, was extremely hard-won. If they had no confidence, how were they supposed to resist the Ancient Demons?
And in Sky Continent, the atmosphere was just as grave. Yet those Lihe Realm Ancient Demons seemed extremely relaxed. So what if there was a Dongxuan Realm cultivator? As long as Lord Bingpo's Split Soul descended here, would he not become an ant-like existence all the same?
On the surface, they had sent their subordinates everywhere to intercept and kill cultivators heading for Linglong Valley, but in truth, that was only for show. Deep down, they wished nothing more than for even more cultivators to gather there. When the time came, they would clash with the Saint Race army they led, and pacify the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces in