Battle Against a Half-Step Demon Venerable, Swift Victory!

To True Martial Sect, Jiang Shu was far too important.

In a sense, Jiang Shu's life was even more valuable than that of a Dao Venerable!

For this elder, he would rather die himself than see Jiang Shu suffer any mishap because of this great battle.

"Please take a look, Elder Tao."

Jiang Shu smiled. Though he did not devote much attention to True Martial Sect, he still knew quite a bit about these elders and Peak Lords who stood at the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm.

Elder Tao had once been the Peak Lord of a peak. Later, in an attempt to comprehend the Great Dao of Space, he had remained in seclusion within True Martial Sect. Unfortunately, every one of his attempts had ended in failure, leaving him stranded in the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm.

In the past, he had been known for being cold and unfeeling, and his reputation among the disciples had not been particularly good.

Yet after meeting him today, Jiang Shu understood that everything he did was for the sake of the sect.

Jiang Shu extended a hand. As he flipped his palm and summoned the Three Sacred Embryos, the motion tore through the air with a sharp whistle. An Earth Vein projection woven from Gray Dao Patterns spread across the great hall.

When the thirty-sixth blood-red vortex appeared within the projection, the Peak Lords and elders abruptly raised their heads, watching shattered porcelain fragments gather in midair and form one totem after another.

"Yesterday, my informants sent word."

"The Demon Race has already begun a full mobilization. We do not have much time."

Jiang Shu tapped the phantom image with a fingertip, and his formidable cultivation permeated the scene.

The underground prison was revealed in every minute detail.

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