Make a Move!

"High morale is good! Pass on my order! The 58,631 men under your command are to march toward the 1,009th tunnel to the west in five hundred breaths!"

"Everyone, move faster! Put on your armor and fully equip yourselves! Does everyone have their 'Longevity Pill'? If you do, swallow it. From this White Star to the Great Thousand Immortal Realm, the journey will take a full seven days, and we must pass through the transformations of space and time. This is no trifling matter. All of you must be careful."

"Yes, Miss Wuhui..."

Just the food, water, salt, and other supplies consumed each day by several hundred thousand troops amounted to an astonishing figure, let alone three hundred million.

If the blood of three hundred million people were drained dry, it could gather into a boundless sea of blood stretching thousands of li in every direction.

On this day.

With a thunderous boom, the Boat of Creation tore apart the Void spanning ten thousand li and sailed toward the Great Thousand World.

Xu Wuhui gave a slight curtsy.

Originally, even with Yang Pan's power, gathering materials from within the "Sun-Moon Tides" would have taken a thousand years before he could collect enough heavenly treasures to pile up like mountains and refine the Nine Heavens, Nine Earths, Nine Extremes Primordial Magnetism Formation. Yet Xu Yi had received the help of the Emperor Shang and Emperor Yin, obtaining all the materials at once and saving himself a thousand years of painstaking gathering.

But compared to the present three hundred million people, that was simply a witch before a giant witch—hardly worth mentioning.

What was a human-wave tactic? The scene before them was a true, classic enactment of the phrase "human-wave tactic."

Among them were Ghost Immortals who cultivated the Dao, men and