With the dull roar of blood and qi surging through his body like great rivers, the courtyard gate that had remained shut for a full half month was slowly pushed open by a pair of broad, powerful hands.
Chen Jing, now thoroughly stabilized in the Meridian-Opening Realm, stepped over the threshold. He casually draped himself in a brand-new black martial outfit patterned with dark designs, marking his status as the chief of Red Sun Hall, then strolled into the bitter late-autumn wind and ascended the Stargazing Pavilion at the highest point of the Canglan Sect.
Though the Stargazing Pavilion stood within the sect, it was still several miles away from the towering northern city wall.
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Had it been half a month ago, Chen Jing would at most have seen only a hazy stretch of beacon smoke at the horizon.
But now, tempered and nourished by the vast blood and qi of the Meridian-Opening Realm, Chen Jing's eyesight and hearing had already transformed to a terrifyingly inhuman level.
Chen Jing rested one hand on the carved stone railing and gazed into the distance.
The brutal scene several miles away entered his eyes with absolute clarity, like a shadow play pulled close before him.
As far as the eye could see, the vast defensive line outside Nanshan Province's great city had long since become a scorched wasteland littered with corpses.
Those Red Lotus Sect fanatics, their heads wrapped in red scarves and unafraid even of death, showed no sign of their offensive weakening with time. Instead, like an endless crimson tsunami, they were sweeping madly across mountains and plains toward the main city.
Meanwhile, the Black-Armor Army's lines, which had originally erected layer upon layer of barricades across the wilderness in an attempt to suppress the rebellion