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For that reason, he naturally dared not defy Heaven's will and Fortune at a time like this.
Since Heaven's will and Fortune had led him across the river, he had no choice but to fight this battle.
In early August, the Northern Zhou army crossed the river.
The autumn waters had arrived, and the river ran high. Ordinarily, the wind whipped up towering waves. Yet when the Northern Zhou army crossed, the water lay calm, as though the gods were lending a hand.
The Northern Zhou soldiers and horses, unaccustomed to water, made it across with ease.
Meanwhile, the Six Desires Cult had risen in revolt. Its followers were still roaming from place to place, executing officials, plundering property, and destroying temples and Divine Shrines.
They never imagined the Northern Zhou army would cross the Heavenly Immortal River and come charging at them. Chaos erupted everywhere.
Of course, that was still more than half a month away.
No matter how urgently an army needed to march, troops had to be moved, supplies distributed, and countless other matters handled.
To mobilize within half a month was already speed beyond speed in a world like this.
By then, Tang Changsheng and the Heavenly Immortal Changhe had long since arrived at Cloudscraping Mountain.
The famous mountain was in the grip of catastrophe. It stood in the very territory where the Six Desires Cult had risen, and countless cultists had destroyed temples and abbeys across its slopes.
They even wanted to climb the mountain and destroy the Cloud Heaven Abbey.