Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
During those three months, the entire southern nine provinces resembled a primordial beast that had fully awakened.
The enormous war machine thundered into motion.
Countless cultivators from aristocratic clans and sects rode spirit boats and flying swords, swarming toward the Southern Wasteland border until they filled the skies.
Along the long borders of Jiao Province, Chu Province, and Wei Province, the three provinces adjoining the Southern Wasteland, military camps stretched endlessly, beyond the reach of the eye.
The main force in this campaign against the Southern Wasteland.
Consisted of the troops from Chu Province, Jiao Province, and Wei Province.
Then came select elite forces the Li Family had drawn from the other provinces.
Li Xinge could not stake all his strength at once on the invasion of the Southern Wasteland.
It was not that he did not want to use a lion's full strength even to hunt a rabbit.
He simply could not.
After all.
The north was still watching like a tiger eyeing its prey, and he had to guard against it.
But even so.
The force attacking the Southern Wasteland was still terrifying.
There were over a hundred thousand qi and blood realm cultivators, as plentiful as hairs on an ox.
Hundreds upon hundreds of Innate True Persons.
Several Divine Mansion Realm Great Experts stood suspended in the air, their terrifying auras intertwining, threatening to tear the heavens apart.
An aged figure in a yin-yang Daoist robe appeared without a sound.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed indifferently toward the ancient lands of the Southern Wasteland Ancient Kingdom.
There, the Hundred Thousand Mountains rose and fell in endless waves, shrouded year-round in sickly green poisonous miasma.
He spoke in a deep voice.
His words rang clearly