A single day in the mountains, yet a thousand years had passed in the world.
Whether they were the Cultivators of the Nailong Realm or the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons who had descended here, all were working bitterly for the great battle soon to come.
They gathered manpower, prepared treasures, and readied all manner of sure-kill methods, too many to list.
Time was precious.
Whoever could move more swiftly would naturally have a greater grasp on victory.
For a time, the Nailong Realm actually became incomparably calm.
The two sides seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, temporarily laying down their weapons, all so they could conquer in one future battle.
But such calm was obviously only temporary. When mountain rain was about to come, the wind filled the tower; this fragile balance would one day be broken.
And so, on a certain day, the day of the decisive battle finally arrived.
It was a peaceful morning, warm sunlight spilling down from the sky.
The plaza before the Cloud Hidden Sect's great hall was packed with Cultivators.
There were tens of thousands of them.
Every single one was above Spirit Division.
One had to know that the immortal path was hard and obscure. Although the Nailong Realm was vast in area, those able to cultivate to the Spirit Division Stage were indeed Rare Existences. At this moment, one could not say it was one hundred percent, but more than ninety percent of the Spirit Division Stage Cultivators had absolutely gathered here.
Killing the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons concerned every person's path of cultivation. They could not evade it, nor could they hide their abilities. Aside from the Cultivators from the various sects and schools, most of the famous Rogue Cultivators had also hurried over to aid in the battle.
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