Northwest of the Star Luo Empire, Diamond Mountain Range.
The once steep and extraordinary natural barrier, easy to defend and hard to assault, was now shrouded in the flames of brutal war. The mountain rocks were charred, walls lay broken and ruins strewn everywhere, while the air was thick with blood and the scorched stench left by lightning. After two days of fierce offensive and defensive battles, along with the earth-shaking reversal from a day earlier, the coalition army of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was gathering its strength, preparing to launch its final assault against the Elephant Armored Sect and Tuoba Family coalition army, which had retreated to their last central fortress.
The night was as black as ink when a streak of Purple-Gold lightning tore through the night sky and descended outside the coalition camp at astonishing speed. As the light faded, Yu Yuanchen's tall figure emerged. He was covered in dust from travel, yet his eyes still gleamed with divine radiance. The continuous journey had not drained much of his energy. Instead, it lent an even sharper edge to the increasingly restrained vast aura he had cultivated in seclusion.
"Grandfather, Grandfather Qingtian, Sect Master Ning, Senior Qingfeng." Yu Yuanchen entered the central tent and clasped his hands in salute to the people who had been waiting there. His gaze paused briefly on a refined middle-aged man with a face like polished jade. Though the man did not release any powerful Soul Power, he stood there like a Dinghai Shenzhen. He was none other than Ning Zhiyuan, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
When Yu Boxuan saw his grandson, a trace of gratification flashed through his eyes. He nodded and said, "Chen'er, you came at just the right