Two Realms Merge, Heavenly Army Descends!
Southern Borderlands.
In the Lockmoon Pond of Changdi Mountain, a Mingyue shone brightly, surrounded by a grand array on all sides, where Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged.
"Mount Yu Sect".
"Lead the election."
Lu Qingfeng smiled slightly, "These three founders of the Mount Yu Sect are indeed decisive."
Upon advancing to the Primordial Spirit, he immediately killed Jian Zhang, Gongsun Luan, and the great demon Xunfeng, even deliberately imitating the methods of the three Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court.
Demons are skilled in transformation.
For the "Twelve Dutian Demon God Method" which is advancing to the Supreme Grade, it is not difficult to make it indistinguishable from the real thing.
As fate would have it, the Mount Yu Sect held its leadership election shortly after he killed the three men.
If Lu Qingfeng's prediction was correct—
"The position of sect leader has probably already been decided internally."
Lu Qingfeng's smile widened.
Ancient Sorrow cultivators Nine Continents of Chunshen all concealed their identities meticulously, daring not to reveal even the slightest secret. This was especially true of the top geniuses in the Dragon Palace and the Heavenly Court.
No one knows whether the Nine Continents of Chunshen Zhou Immortal Demon Sect or the Demonic Sect will greet them with respect or kill them if their identities are exposed.
In this situation.
Even if the Mount Yu Sect wanted to surrender, it would be difficult to find someone of sufficient influence.
The various illusions that Lu Qingfeng intentionally or unintentionally created became the only option for the Mount Yu Sect.
"However, the specifics will depend on the outcome of the sect leader election."
"Focus on this matter first."
"Once the general election is over, the Bloodspring Demon Sect should start making plans as soon as possible."
Lu Qingfeng pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes to cultivate, focusing his energy on the Mount Yu Sect's leadership election.
Thirty-four years later.
At the summit of Mount Yu.
Lu Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his magnificent brocade robe fluttering in the wind, and clouds swirling beneath his feet, making him appear like a celestial being.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, gazing outwards into the sky.
There is one person on each of his left and right sides.
On the left is a beautiful female Daoist priest, dressed in a crimson gauze robe and wearing a hibiscus crown, with a cool and aloof expression.
It was Yun Luo.
On the right is a handsome young Daoist priest, his eyes fixed on his nose and his mind, as still as a mountain.
However, this was the other person Lu Qingfeng met besides Yun Luo when he became Ronghong's disciple.
His name is 'Ao Zhen'.
The three stood side by side, all looking out at the sky.
He remained silent.
I don't know how much time passed.
Buzz!
A buzzing sound filled the air, and people within it seemed to be vibrating all around them. But upon closer inspection, their bodies remained perfectly still.
This feeling is really strange.
However, upon seeing this, Lu Qingfeng, Yun Luo, and Ao Zhen immediately uttered two words—
"They're here!"
Even those cultivators at the Primordial Spirit, such as those at the Spirit-Nourishing Realm or Spirit Transformation Realm who have not yet truly transformed into Primordial Spirit souls and are extremely sensitive to all kinds of subtle changes in the world.
The heavens and earth hummed.
The void trembled.
The three of them clearly sensed that the energy of heaven and earth was changing. However, their level of cultivation was far too low to explain it in detail.
A familiar, long-lost aura swept over us from all directions and from above and below.
Take a deep breath.
Feeling refreshed and relaxed.
"After 743 years, this day has finally come."
Lu Qingfeng's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light.
He had waited far too long for this day.
If we include the five hundred years that the clone spent there, it would be a full twelve hundred years.
After several attempts to plan,
Now it's finally time to reap the rewards.
Outside Mount Yu.
Nine Continents of Chunshen.
Within the boundless territory, those below the Primordial Spirit could not sense the changes in heaven and earth. However, every Primordial Spirit cultivator felt something and looked up at the sky.
All that could be seen was the summit of the Nine Continents and the Four Seas.
"Roar!"
The sounds of tigers roaring and dragons howling came first.
Then, beams of Golden Light descended from the sky, connecting heaven and earth.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
One after another, Golden Light pillars of light pierced through the clouds and crashed down, as if the heavens and earth themselves were resounding with a thunderous roar. Looking closely, the Golden Light was more than ten thousand feet high, and the number of pillars was no less than a million.
Bathed in Golden Light.
Banners fluttered in the breeze, and generals, clad in magnificent golden armor and surrounded by colorful rays of light, stood tall and imposing, wielding various weapons. Behind these generals, countless armored soldiers were arrayed in close formation.
Like heavenly soldiers and generals.
The number is unknown.
They tread on Golden Light, with countless auspicious clouds beneath their feet, covering West Splendor Continent, West Origin Continent, and Chunshen among the nine states of Nine Continents of Chunshen.
"A golden road unfolds above the clouds."
"This is the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Army!"
Lu Qingfeng and Ao Zhen looked over, and their pupils contracted slightly in unison.
They all recognized that these were the heavenly soldiers and generals under the command of the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court.
Disciples were selected from the 'Nine True Immortal Sword Sect' in the North Sea, the 'Azure Sea Void Palace' in the South Sea, and the 'Heavenly Gate of Battle' in the Nine-Chamber Mountain to serve as soldiers and generals.
They also recruited powerful individuals from all directions across the entire Ancient Sorrow Continent.
Ultimately, this led to the creation of a million-strong Heavenly Court Army in the Ancient Sorrow Continent, a force that struck fear into the hearts of demons.
For ordinary demons and monsters at the Nascent Primordial Spirit level, sending down a celestial general with three thousand celestial soldiers is enough to capture or kill them.
This time.
A full 300,000 heavenly soldiers arrived, their momentum so great that they could sweep across the entire world.
Sanzhou direction.
Mirages abound in the West Splendor Continent, where towering demons, some thousands of feet tall, rise into the sky, traversing the heavens and treading upon the land of Xihua.
There are as many as eight thousand.
With a wave of his hand, a whirlwind sweeps across thousands of miles.
"Mirage Demon Sect, Mirage Demon God."
The Mirage Demon Sect is one of the four top Demon Sect in the Nine Provinces of Nine Continents of Chunshen. They are proficient in illusion techniques and are best at constructing layers of illusions to bewitch people's hearts. This Mirage Demon God is not born or nurtured by the earth, but is created by the Mirage Demon Sect using profound Secret Method and multiple grand formations.
Thousands of Spirit Birth were placed into the formation to be nurtured.
It could be torture or temptation.
After pushing all emotions to their extremes and reaching their peak, they were swallowed whole by the Mirage Demon God.
In this way.
The Mirage Demon God has the ability to create illusions and shake people's hearts with every gesture.
This is one of the foundations upon which the Mirage Demon Sect has occupied West Splendor Continent.
It's being released now.
Eight thousand Mirage Demon God and one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers fought together.
A faint light flickered.
A myriad of illusions, some depicting hellish landscapes of knives and seas of fire, others celestial palaces filled with song and dance, spread across the sky like a mirage.
The heavenly army must be enveloped.
The Heavenly Army is no less formidable.
The 100,000 heavenly soldiers formed great formations, with beams of light shooting out and Law Artifact being released, including heavenly nets and earthly nets.
Boom boom boom!
The eight thousand demon gods looked powerful, but once they engaged in battle, they were clearly at a disadvantage and were no match for the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Army.
"Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Army".
"Prepare to die!"
From the heart of the West Splendor Continent, a roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Immediately afterwards, five beams of dark light flashed and shot into the sky, sweeping across the heavens and earth and about to shatter the 100,000-strong heavenly army.
However--
"Heavenly Court decree."
"Slay the demons!"
The Xuanyin resounded.
It shines brightly, like the chimes of a bell.
From the Golden Light pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth, magic swords, thunder seals, clubs, and other weapons suddenly emerged.
White light, blue light, and Golden Light shimmered.
There were ten in total, fighting alongside the five beams of ghostly light.
Lu Qingfeng and his two companions watched as various lights flashed and disappeared into the distance. They had left the Chunshen Realm and gone off to engage in a wanton battle.
"Those five beams of dark light should be the five True Immortal Ancestors of the Mirage Demon Sect in the West Splendor Continent."
"Golden Light, green light, white light."
"They are experts at the Fifth Realm of the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court."
Lu Qingfeng's eyes Radiance with a profound light, piercing through the endless radiance to see the figures within. He memorized them one by one, a ripple rising in his heart. "In the West Splendor Continent, the Mirage Demon Sect's five True Immortal hold all the power. The Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court has dispatched ten Fifth Realm True Immortal level experts in one go, paving the way for the Golden Road. And then there are West Origin Continent and Chunshen Continent. Could it be that the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court has sent no less than thirty Fifth Realm experts this time?"
This thought.
It's truly alarming.
It should be noted that since the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court was able to send more than thirty experts of the Fifth Realm, and if you include those who remained in the Ancient Sorrow Continent, the number is probably no less than fifty.
However, the Ancient Sorrow Continent was not solely dominated by the Heavenly Court.
Outside the Heavenly Court.
There are still three Dragon Palace, and the forces of demons still exist.
Based on this calculation, the number of Mahayana True Immortal level powerhouses in the entire Ancient Sorrow Continent—
"Too many!"
"And."
"In the Immortal Qin Realm, besides the Ancient Sorrow, there are eight other continents."
"If you add them all up, the number of True Immortal level experts in the Immortal Qin Realm is definitely no less than that in the Barbarian God Realm."
Lu Qingfeng thought of the three thousand six hundred gods who were arranged in the Heavenly Realm in the Barbarian God Realm. His gaze pierced through the secrets of heaven and saw the ten True Immortal of the Heavenly Court besieging the five True Immortal of the Mirage Demon Sect. Their aura was so powerful that it made his eyes sting.
Not daring to stare for too long, I quickly looked away.
The three continents shimmered with Golden Light.
One hundred thousand heavenly troops descended upon the West Splendor Continent and engaged in battle with the Mirage Demon Sect.
One hundred thousand celestial troops descended upon the West Origin Continent, clashing with the overlord of the Demon Race, 'Golden Peng Mountain'. From within the West Origin Continent, the Patriarch Golden Peng led his two True Immortal Demon Kings in a battle against the eight True Immortal of the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court.
Finally, 100,000 heavenly soldiers descended upon the Chunshen Continent.
In the Chunshen Continent, the "Void-Crossing Sect," one of the six great immortal sects of Chunshen, which is on par with the Mount Yu Sect, unleashed boundless blue light from its Seven Ancestors of Void-Crossing, which enveloped the entire Chunshen Continent and kept the 100,000 heavenly troops at bay.
The twelve True Immortal of the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court appeared together and led the Seven Ancestors of Void-Crossing to the outer heavens.
A chaotic battle broke out.
"Chunshen Continent, West Origin Continent, and West Splendor Continent are the three most Earth Spirit lands among the nine continents of Nine Continents of Chunshen."
"The Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court took it all in one fell swoop—"
As Lu Qingfeng gazed upon the chaotic battle across the three continents, he gained a clearer understanding of the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court.
It can occupy half of the Divine Path in the Ancient Sorrow Continent. Whether it is the Sorrow River or the West Sea Dragon Palace of the East Sea and the West Sea, it would be difficult for them to compete with it.
Mount Yu.
A gentle breeze caressed my face.
Yun Luo stared at the three western continents, her gaze shifting slightly, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing.
After a while.
His gaze fell on Lu Qingfeng, and his usually calm face revealed a rare expression of anger and shame.
His expression shifted.
She gritted her teeth in hatred, "You really aren't a disciple of the Patriarch Golden Light!"
Lu Qingfeng was focused on the Three Continents War when he suddenly heard Yun Luo's clear voice. He was slightly taken aback, "Senior Sister has wronged me. I never said that I was Patriarch Golden Light. I don't know where this statement came from?"
Hearing this, Ao Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Junior Brother should be a disciple of Patriarch Yiyuan of the Nine True Immortal Sword Sect."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingfeng pursed his lips and smiled at Ao Zhen.
Yun Luo snorted coldly, "Of the seven disciples under our master, I am the last. The forty-one Registered Disciple are all at the Fourth Realm or Fifth Realm."
"This--"
"Aren't you a disciple of True Immortal Yuyao of the Nine True Immortal Sword Sect?"
Ao Zhen froze, the words tumbling out before he realized what he'd said. Pointing at Yun Luo, his eyes wide, he exclaimed, "You're the seventh disciple that Patriarch Yiyuan took in nine hundred years ago on the shores of the North Sea, the one known as 'Little Sword Immortal,' Su Mu?!"