Great Battle

After Li Hao and Shi Miao arrived at Dragon Gate City, their days went on as usual, each cultivating on their own.

Occasionally, Shi Miao would come to the first floor to visit Li Hao. When she saw him immersed in cultivation, she would sit quietly beside him for a while, then leave without disturbing him.

Time flowed on, yet the atmosphere in the city was not as peaceful as elsewhere. Dark clouds shrouded it, and year-round it was filled with murderous austerity; even the air was permeated with a bloody stench.

In the blink of an eye, seven years passed.

In the mountain spring at the peak, springwater condensed before Li Hao into a Yaoqin. He gently played the strings, and the notes trembled, yet stirred up thousands upon thousands of silken threads. Those threads were the circulation of many laws. Every sound wave contained the power of numerous laws and possessed extremely strong killing force.

"Still just a little short..."

Li Hao could sense that he was still one step away from touching the bottleneck of the thirteenth stage.

Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, the mountain trembled, and a dragon's roar came from high in the sky.

Li Hao looked up and saw the phantom of a golden dragon soul soar into the air, swiftly arriving at the mountaintop.

"The tower master summons you. Please gather at once."

The dragon soul phantom spoke at extreme speed. At the same time, a golden passage appeared behind it, piercing through the entire Dragon Shield Tower and leading straight to the rooftop.

Li Hao's heart tightened. He knew it was most likely war; otherwise, the tower master would not lightly disturb the others' cultivation and recuperation.

He said nothing more and quickly rose from the mountain spring. Once he had put on his