At that moment, all the True Persons had gathered in the Central Army Tent, where auspicious vapors streamed in a thousand strands and light shone in five colors.
Chen Heng sat in the central seat of command.
The True Persons of the Dao lineages seated below him on either side were ordered by seniority and cultivation.
From highest to lowest, their ranks were plain at a glance.
Before long.
The old Daoist from Lingshu Mountain among Deng Yunji's surviving troops finally finished speaking, having explained the entire sequence of events in meticulous detail.
Amid the astonished, puzzled, or wary gazes of the True Persons in the tent.
He sighed helplessly and saluted Chen Heng. Rather than returning to his seat, he stood in the center with his hands lowered, awaiting instructions.
The first seat below Chen Heng's left hand belonged to Chi Ying of Lingshu Mountain.
He glanced at Chen Heng, and upon seeing him nod slightly.
With Deng Yunji, their commander, lost, the Huzhao forces that had long lain in ambush all around seized the opening to attack, catching the cultivators of the Jadechen Dao lineages unprepared and forcing them to flee south in panic.
Senior Brother Zhou's expression changed abruptly at those words. He could not help retreating several steps, clearly startled.
The pressure they faced was also more than several times what it had been.
Yet the two still seemed to share an unspoken understanding, as if connected by the Spirit Rhinoceros.
Once this fortress was completed, it could draw up the heavy, turbid baleful intent deep beneath the earth and befoul the mortal world into a Yin-Evil Demon Sea.
"That also means Gu Yi's mastery of Changing Form has already reached unfathomable heights-even a True Person of the Upper Sect could scarcely detect anything amiss!"
Chi