The three armies parted the clouds and rumbled onward.
Great halls of light, dazzling wheels of radiance, and sword clouds of strange phenomena spread across the sky. They flew unhurriedly through the heavens; viewed from afar, they resembled immortal gods making an inspection tour, sweeping away the sins of the mortal world.
Along their path, ghosts and monsters vanished without a trace, while demons and fiends crawled on the ground, not daring to make the slightest disturbance.
Before anyone realized it, amid the trembling of countless cultivators, demons, and monsters, the three armies of Tushan Central Court had been marching for several years.
Jiang Ding sat with his eyes closed, cultivating in the Six Paths Sect, while keeping constant watch over this.
It could not be helped. Whether the Immortal Sect sailed through the realm or the Tushan armies marched within it, both took an exceedingly long time.
It was not like two sects standing side by side, able to start fighting whenever they wished. A great deal of time had to be spent on the road.
In a war of the Cultivation World, ninety-nine percent of the time was often spent traveling.
The route also required careful consideration.
For a small number of people, it did not matter much. But an army march involving millions of cultivators had to follow spirit veins, moving and halting, stopping at intervals to rest and recuperate.
It was not a matter of taking whichever road one pleased.
Only cultivators utterly ignorant of military affairs would think that way.
It was not impossible to violate this basic military principle of the Cultivation World, but one had to bear the consequences of the spirit stones in cultivators' Storage Bags being consumed at an enormously accelerated rate.
One had to understand: this was over a million