Time seemed like beads on an abacus being flicked; three months flashed by like a white colt passing through a crack.
No battle took place that day. Support arrived at Luofeng Mountain, led by True Lord Xuanxiao of Leiyin Pavilion and True Lord Qingyang of Soaring Void Sect. Both were Ninth Layer Nascent Soul cultivators.
Phoenix Ceremony Hall was packed with distinguished guests. True Lord Xuanxiao wore a Skyward Crown and a russet Taiji Bagua Robe. His square face carried an imposing dignity even without anger.
The crown was embroidered with lightning patterns in five-colored spiritual thread—azure, crimson, yellow, white, and black—and glimmers of light flickered across it from time to time.
True Lord Qingyang looked like a frail old mortal. His gray robe was merely a first-tier Dharma garment, and his unkempt appearance made him seem somewhat shabby.
True Lord Xuanxiao coughed and spoke:
"After the opinions of several fellow Daoists were conveyed to the rear, all the True Lords attached great importance to them. Since we have already decided to go to war, we must display our sharp edge and take down the enemy as swiftly as possible, lest the night grow long and dreams multiply.
Fellow Daoist Hongyue has led ten True Lords from the East Sea cultivation world here to aid the battle. I have now brought over thirty more True Lords. We stand ready to be dispatched as you see fit.
The various sects have cleared out their stores and produced more than 1.2 million Yin Thunder Beads, all of them third-tier or above. Among them are over one hundred thousand fourth-tier Thunder Pearls. We must achieve results as soon as possible."
His voice was not loud, but his tone rang like clashing iron and brimmed with killing intent. A thunderous tremor seemed to echo