Before Yellow Gourd Duke and Yellow Ox King could reply, Cold Light Immortal, who had remained silent at the side, suddenly said, "Enough, stop talking. The army is about to set out."
Ling Qing and the others turned to look. Sure enough, the army had long since completed its preparations. With a sweep of the command flag in Zhao Gongming's hand atop the command platform—
Chen Jiugong and the other three each led a formation of troops, dividing into the vanguard and rear guard, the left and right wings, protecting Zhao Gongming's central army as they set out.
For someone like Zhao Gongming, whose name was recorded in the Investiture of the Gods, his cultivation was not judged by how high it had been when he was first enshrined.
His cultivation at that time could only be considered his own realm.
His true strength lay in his divine office and the incense offerings.
In other words, Zhao Gongming could wield different levels of strength depending on the position he held.
The strongest was naturally the office of Mysterious Altar True Lord, followed by his post under the Demon-Quelling Celestial Venerable as Marshal Zhao, wielder of the Golden Wheel Ruyi.
The weakest was Marshal Zhao of the Eight Divisions Ghost Marshals.
But when it came to being difficult to kill, none could compare to the body of the Eight Divisions Ghost Marshal.
So long as dysentery still existed among mortals, Ghost Marshal Zhao Gongming would never be extinguished.
Seeing the army march out, Yellow Gourd Duke said to Ling Qing and the others, "Everyone, let us be off as well!"
As he spoke, a yellow auspicious cloud rose beneath him, carrying him lightly toward the army.
Shi Qiu rose to his feet, and two rock serpents emerged beneath his feet, bearing