Zhao Xian'guan looked at the grass, trees, and buildings around them and said with deep emotion, "Dynasties rise and fall as Heaven's mandate dictates. The throne of Long Xuantian should change hands today."
I smiled, then shot straight into the sky and soared into the clouds. Behind me came Zhao Xian'guan, Qin Rongxue, and all the important companions and officials at my side!
Everyone soon stood among the clouds. When the army saw us arrive, its morale surged even higher. But the army was no longer fighting the enemy. Instead, they were beating drums and cheering, looking as though they had come to watch a spectacle!
There was no other reason—the entire army of Long Xuantian had long since been wiped out. Now all the soldiers were flying in midair, waiting only to see how the gates of the Little Heavenly Court would be breached and how Long Xuantian would be crushed by the army!
The Little Heavenly Court stood at the highest peak of the Heavenly Ladder. It was a bizarre yet utterly sacred aerial courtyard! The ground was transparent, and walking across it felt like walking on clouds. Only the buildings were made of golden bricks, though I had no idea whether they were truly gold or merely painted to look that way.
The entire complex was filled with our army and Xia Ruize's Black Dragon Army. They stretched across the place in a dark mass, like a swath of black clouds.
The battle had ceased. All the generals and commanders, including Ruan Qiushui and Xia Ruize, now stood before the largest palace in the Little Heavenly Court. It was the only palace still putting up resistance. Great formations surrounded it on every side, along with countless Ninth-Level Immortals. Judging by their numbers, they were definitely no fewer