Within the canyon.
The soldiers of the Great Han Imperial Court had arrived early at the prearranged ambush site.
"My heavens."
Wang Zhi, already a True Force Martial Artist, carried a Mo Dao a full seven feet long over his shoulder as he gazed across the boundless lands of Tianshui Continent. "This Cultivation World really is something else."
It was not just him. The soldiers who had cultivated for years in Tianyong City were, for the most part, visiting the true Cultivation World for the first time, and they could not help but be deeply moved.
Zhou Weizhen looked toward the distant mountain peaks, where cultivators could faintly be seen flying on swords. His eyes brimmed with longing. "I heard that in places where spiritual energy is dense enough, people can cultivate even while they sleep."
"Sooner or later, it will all be ours."
Yu Ji gazed into the distance and declared with unwavering conviction, "Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever mountains and rivers run, all shall be Great Han territory!"
"Soldiers of the Heavenly Court."
Rong Yanqiu carried a long metal whip shaped like a spine, her sharp gaze sweeping across every person present:
"An army is raised for a thousand days to be used in a single moment.
"Since Tianyong City was established, we have cultivated bitterly day and night, consuming countless resources. Many soldiers outside the capital
have voiced considerable complaints against us, believing us to be nothing but sacks of wine and bags of rice.
"Ten years to sharpen one sword; its frosty edge has never been tested!
"Ten years of bitter cultivation were all for the day we test our swords!
"For all these years, the Tianshui Bandits have never ceased seeking our destruction. It is time they saw the sharp edge of Great