Northern Plains.
Inside the Black Demon Palace of Tushan Central Court.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes upon the Six Paths Throne. His divine sense spread outward, sweeping across all directions.
"Greetings, Heavenly Monarch!"
"Greetings, my lord!"
"Greetings, Sword Son!"
A roar like mountains calling and seas crashing erupted around him. More than six hundred Nascent Soul True Lords knelt in unison, offering their respects. They came from every region, every system, and every sect of the Tushan Central Court Cultivation World.
Each of them ruled over a region—a True Lord with a lifespan of twelve hundred years, a Nascent Soul Old Monster with an eccentric temperament in the eyes of countless low-level cultivators. Yet here, every one of them seemed utterly ordinary. They stood neat and capable like military officers, without the sharp, distinctive edges of Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Whether they had been in seclusion, refining treasures, or attempting to break through to Spirit Transformation... whatever they had been doing, they had all emerged without daring to delay in the slightest.
Because of an order from the Black Demon Palace of Tushan Central Court.
Because of the will of the Youth in Green Robes upon the throne.
It was not only these Nascent Soul Cultivators. Outside the Black Demon Palace, the one hundred thousand sword cultivators of Great Sun Long Sword Capital, the one hundred and eight thousand maids of the Tushan Maid Squad, and the million cultivators of Hun Yuan Fa Tian Capital had all arrived.
It could be said that every elite had been mobilized: an army of 1.2 million cultivators formed from countless Foundation Establishment Cultivators, Golden Core Cultivators, and Nascent Soul Cultivators!
This was the elite cultivator army that the Tushan Cultivation World had forged over several centuries since its unification, through the unceasing training, tempering,