The Emperor Consort Has Spoken, How Dare We Refuse?

Red Firmament Heaven, White Cloud Crane Mountain Range.

This mountain range lay in the northern reaches of Red Firmament Heaven, surrounded by endless wilderness and forests.

At the heart of the range was an enormous circular valley, filled with jagged boulders and ancient trees that blotted out the sky.

All along, this valley had been especially secluded and tranquil.

Yet now, it was packed with people and buzzing with activity.

Looking around, the crowds at the eastern and western ends of the valley were clearly divided between those in azure Daoist robes and those in gray Daoist robes, each side numbering more than a million.

Every one of them stood atop a flying sword, Sword Qi surrounding their bodies like steel.

Streams of invisible spiritual pressure and sword pressure spread through the sky a hundred miles above, colliding and contending in the unseen.

They stood like horns against one another, neither yielding an inch!

This scene abruptly turned the sky above the once-serene valley exceedingly tense.

The air itself seemed thick with a dense, murderous aura.

Both groups stared intently at the enormous meteorite crater below.

Within the crater lay heaps of meteorites, along with many extraterrestrial weapons of varying quality.

At a glance, this extraterrestrial crater resembled a primitive treasure mine, enough to stir the urge to seize it.

The side in azure Daoist robes belonged to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The elderly man leading them had grizzled hair, a long flowing beard, and the bearing of an immortal. He was Gu Fengyang, the Heavenly Sword Sect's sect master.

He stood atop a thirty-meter-long broad sword engraved with dragon patterns.

Its blade had already merged with the surrounding space, ethereal and mysterious, making it seem especially formidable.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, two sharp rays of sword light