Northern Plains.
Tushan Central Court, within the Black Demon Palace.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes upon the Six Paths Throne. His divine consciousness spread outward, sweeping across every direction.
"Greetings, Heavenly Lord!"
"Greetings, my lord!"
"Greetings, Sword Child!"
Voices erupted all around him like mountains calling and seas roaring. More than six hundred Nascent Soul True Lords knelt in unison, paying their respects. They came from every region, every system, every sect of the Tushan Central Court cultivation world.
Each of them was the ruler of a region, a True Lord with a lifespan of twelve hundred years—Nascent Soul old monsters with strange temperaments in the eyes of countless low-ranking cultivators. Yet here, every one of them seemed so ordinary, standing in neat, capable ranks like military officers, without the sharp, distinct edges of Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Whether they had been in secluded cultivation, refining treasures, or attempting to break through into Spirit Transformation... whatever they had been doing, they had emerged from seclusion, not daring to delay in the slightest.
Because of a single order from Tushan Central Court's Black Demon Palace.
Because of the will of the blue-robed youth upon the throne.
It was not only these Nascent Soul Cultivators. Outside the Black Demon Palace, the Great Sun Longsword Commandery's hundred thousand sword cultivators, the Tushan Maid Corps' hundred and eight thousand maids, and the Primordial Law-Heaven Commandery's million cultivators had all arrived.
It could be said that every elite had been mobilized—a cultivator army of 1.2 million, formed from countless Foundation Establishment cultivators, Golden Core cultivators, and Nascent Soul Cultivators!
This was the elite cultivator army forged since the Tushan cultivation world had been unified: over several centuries, through the ceaseless drilling, tempering, replacement of formation artifacts, and repeated control exercises of formations under two generations of