(I never imagined I would write this much. Every chapter has broken my previous record. Thank you to all the readers who have supported me along the way.)
These past few days, the activity of the two great cultivation worlds of Moonwatch and the Southern Wasteland, as well as that of the Ghost Tribe, had all declined considerably compared to before. Yet everyone knew that this was merely the calm before the storm. Both sides were licking their wounds, attempting to deliver the other a fatal blow.
Lu Xiaotian was preparing to refine the Netherbone Sword Youlan in his possession into the sword pearl, turning it into a sword embryo. However, before he could begin, a huge war-character command talisman burst through the roof.
Lu Xiaotian flicked out a finger, sending a strand of magical power into the war-character command talisman. The talisman transformed into a mass of roaring flames.
Wherever the war command reached, whether they were cultivators from Moonwatch or the Southern Wasteland, they would all participate in the epoch-making war between the human race and the Ghost Tribe.
"A millennium tribulation—even after a thousand years, it would still be hard to encounter such an earth-shaking calamity." Lu Xiaotian muttered, recalling the Giant Stone Clan's millennium tribulation. A feeling stirred within him. The silver hair behind him stirred without wind, and a soaring battle intent erupted.
When two armies clashed, morale was of the utmost importance. Lu Xiaotian had always kept a low profile, but whenever war came, he never concealed the aura about him. Only a powerful aura could inspire the cultivators under his command to summon greater courage. There was a saying among mortals that applied equally well to cultivators: when the soldier was a coward, it affected only one; when the general was a coward,