Crisis

Storms churned across Central Province. With no road left to retreat, the Heavenly Palace army pressed north at all costs.

By agreement with Marquis of Knowing Fate, the Heavenly Palace army had chosen barren, uninhabited lands as their battlefields, minimizing the harm brought upon the people within the realm.

Yet clashes between armies above the innate realm ultimately possessed far too terrifying a destructive power. Though civilian casualties within the realm had greatly decreased compared to before, the shattering of mountains and rivers was several times worse.

Tract after tract of land was battered into collapse. Especially after Human Sovereigns with the power to move mountains and overturn seas intervened, every region of Central Province suffered even greater devastation, and countless mountains and rivers became wasteland.

After the heavenly punishment, the number of Heavenly Palace Sovereigns had greatly dwindled, leaving them unable to match the alliance within the realm. However, the existence of the Heavenly Palace Sword Venerable directly erased the gap in peak-level strength and even gave Heavenly Palace the upper hand.

The flames of war continued spreading northward. One great sect after another was destroyed by the Heavenly Palace army, and their advance to occupy Central Province grew ever faster.

Upon the shattered mountains and rivers, the red-clad figure appeared. Beside him stood a little girl, faint worry lingering on her lovely face.

"I'm fine."

Ning Chen spoke, but the aura around him suddenly churned violently. The demonic tribulation stirred his injured cultivation, and drops of blood silently spilled from the corner of his lips.

Seeing this, Yin'er's concern became harder to conceal. She stopped, raised her little hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and said sadly, "Let's stop worrying about it. Let Heavenly Palace and the alliance toss themselves about over who wins and who