On the Nameless Plains, a great banyan tree stood abruptly alone. Beneath its dense crown, four burly generals stood shoulder to shoulder in a row, like a high wall that blocked out every ray of sunlight filtering through the branches.
All of them wore full-body bright silver armor covered in intricate patterns. It was exquisitely crafted, without the slightest seam visible anywhere on their bodies. There were not even openings before their eyes. When they stood motionless, they looked from afar like statues.
Within the vast shadow behind them rested an extravagantly luxurious soft couch. A valiant young man clad in brocade robes lay lazily upon it with a tender green blade of grass between his lips, one leg crossed high over the other. His eyes were shut, as though he were taking a nap.
At present, among the five Cultivation Worlds along the river, the Yuhua Cultivation World, Lu Kingdom Cultivation World, and Great Qi Cultivation World were all suffering fierce attacks from the Demon Race. The Lu Kingdom Cultivation World in particular had dozens of Fourth-Tier experts exchanging blows above Asura City. The terrifying shockwaves of battle could be distinctly heard even in several surrounding Cultivation Worlds.
It appeared that only three Cultivation Worlds were at war, but in truth, everyone in the Nine Regions of the Southwest had already been drawn into it. Those who could flee had fled, those who could hide had hidden, those meant for the battlefield had gone to the battlefield, and even those who had not yet entered battle were preparing supplies in the rear and keeping constant watch on the movements at the front.
In short, no one could remain detached. Even loose cultivators understood the importance of this battle, and the tension in their hearts was impossible to conceal.
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