Xuanyuan raised his sword before him, his voice steady and resonant:
"Everyone, this sword carries the will of countless clansmen.
The heroic spirits of the past have returned to the Human Race today! The Human Race shall rise!"
He swept his gaze across everyone in the tent. "I wield this sword.
Will you all join me in forging eternal peace for the Human Race!"
The Human Race cultivators in the tent boiled with passion and dropped to one knee in unison.
"We are willing to follow the Common Lord! For the prosperity of the Human Race, we will brave ten thousand deaths without regret!"
Guang Chengzi cupped one fist in salute and said, "Poor Daoist will also aid the Common Lord. This sword may be called the Xuanyuan Sword."
Xuanyuan gently stroked the blade with his fingertips. The sword cry hummed softly.
"Teacher's words are most fitting."
From that moment onward, the Tuyu Sword no longer existed in the world. There was only the Xuanyuan Sword.
Within the military tent, morale soared like a rainbow.
Xuanyuan immediately gave the order:
"Gather the main force and attack Chiyou! Crush the Jiuli Tribe in one stroke!"
The horns sounded long and loud as the great army set out.
On the Zhuolu Plain, flags obscured the sun.
The two armies faced one another. Xuanyuan commanded the Human Race allied forces, their formations strict and their Formation lights faintly visible.
Chiyou commanded the Jiuli army, its Blood Qi soaring into the sky and Baleful Aura billowing forth.
War drums shook the plains as winds swept up dust and sand.
Xuanyuan rode a Dragon Horse. It held its head high, its four hooves treading upon clouds as holy light encircled it.
Chiyou rode a Iron-Eating Beast, its eyes blood-red and its fangs chillingly sharp.
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