It was the end of the first month of the eighth year of the Genesis Era, only a few days before China's New Year.
After several days of preparation, more than twenty million Otherworlders from China, the Yue State, and Japan under the Great Huan Dynasty had poured through the military camps' Teleportation Formations. Their numbers continued to surge by roughly a million every two hours. Following orders, they streamed out of Great Huan's eastern, western, and southern camps, bypassing the Kyoto Imperial Capital to head north.
Although these Otherworlders acted independently, like a heap of loose sand, their cultivation and strength were relatively high on average, and they were fiercely self-reliant. Combined with their immense numbers, they still caused the Great Chu Imperial Dynasty considerable trouble. Every day, countless Great Chu soldiers and Blood Clan members fell at their hands!
Meanwhile, the Great Huan Dynasty transferred roughly ten million more troops from various regions, restoring the Great Huan Faction's strength to one hundred and fifty million. Led by the previously dismissed Martial Marquis Tong, Meng Tian, they mingled with the Otherworlders and headed north, seeking to seize a position and establish a fortified camp.
That day, the rising sun shone over a clear sky and crisp air.
As time passed, everyone knew the decisive battle was approaching. It would begin as soon as intelligence arrived from the north, so they all conserved their strength, striving to face it in peak condition.
While Xiao Ying was cultivating in seclusion in a roughly built chamber, an imperial guard's report came from outside:
"Your Majesty! The northern camp reports that, after the army worked through the night, the camp and all the formation foundations have been completed!"
Xiao Ying's eyes snapped open, their brilliance keen as swords. With a flicker, he appeared