Martial Virtue Star Lord had indeed brought three thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. The Heavenly General leading them was surnamed Wang, a commander who had climbed up from the bottom one step at a time.
Commander Wang was thrilled.
Just half an hour earlier, Martial Virtue Star Lord had personally patted his shoulder and earnestly instructed him, "Do a good job. Chang Sheng may be gone, but the Star Lord's Residence cannot go without someone in charge. From now on, you must work harder!"
Those words.
They were music from heaven!
Commander Wang had served as a Heavenly General in the Heavenly Court for five hundred years, dreaming of becoming a High Immortal's adopted son.
"Commander, there seems to be some movement inside," his Deputy General reminded him in a low voice.
Commander Wang activated his Divine Ability. From deep within the cave abode, he faintly heard Martial Virtue Star Lord's sharp shout, heavy with suppressed fury, followed by a tremendous crash.
Bang!
It was the sound of a stone table being overturned.
The overturned table was the signal!
It was time!
Commander Wang's blood surged. He rose, drew the Standard Immortal Sword at his waist, and pointed it toward the heavens. "Brothers! On the Star Lord's orders, charge-"
Before he could finish, his voice abruptly cut off.
At some unknown point, an ancient, unadorned lotus lamp had appeared, hovering directly in front of the army.
The mistress wielding this Magical Treasure was watching expressionlessly from atop a cloud.
When had she arrived?
Not a single Heavenly Soldier or General had noticed.
Having spent so long in the Heavenly Court, Commander Wang knew all too well who she was. Three hundred years earlier, he had happened to be patrolling a cloud road-the very one outside Lingxiao Palace.
In principle, immortals