"The grand formation is open!"
Ru Cang was overjoyed and cast aside the two people entangling him.
Buddha-light blazed around his body.
He plunged headfirst into the murky barrier.
The black-robed monk was in quite a sorry state.
Though he was a Buddhist Son, he had advanced to the One Flower realm far too recently.
Any great cultivator had to come to the central battlefield. He could not help envying Yu Shen, who could remain in the army, command the colossal warships, and gallop across the Abyss-Raiding battlefield.
What he did not know was that Yu Shen was nearly mad with envy himself.
The Abyss-Raiding battlefield might be safer, but how could it compare to a Dao Lord's main battlefield?
As the black-robed monk broke into the grand formation, he saw a divine peak in the distant sky, like an ancient Mount Tai, propping open the chaos of heaven and earth.
Countless immortal lights answered its call.
Dao aura coiled around it.
Eighteen layers of divine radiance spread out, laying down layer upon layer of Luo Heavens.
Auspicious light stretched for ten thousand acres, and armored troops surged like a raging tide.
They responded from all ten directions.
It was as though an ancient legend had been opened, mustering the divine court's troops at the Heavenly Abyss of the Eastern Wasteland.
The Lord of the Underworld sat upon a high platform in an imperial carriage.
The Three Flowers gathered above his head, echoing one another.
The Five Qi within his chest swirled in a hazy cycle.
"The Lord of the Underworld has advanced to Three Flowers and become a Great Dao Lord?"
"Could it be that he had hidden his cultivation all along?"
The Underworld Dao Lords who had plunged into the grand formation were both shocked and delighted.
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