Several months later.
Yanmen Pass.
The Suppress the North War Drum, silent for years, suddenly sounded that day.
Boom-
At the first beat, the twenty central Main Formation Towers lit up simultaneously.
Boom-
At the second beat, the seventy-two Main Formation Towers and over eight thousand Border Auxiliary Formation Platforms of the Nine Profound Suppression of the North Formation awakened in succession.
By the third beat, the million Dao Soldiers at Yanmen Pass, already armored and awaiting orders, rose as one.
Iron armor clashed; blades and spears were drawn.
Millions of rays of spiritual light rose from the barracks.
All of Yanmen Pass shook.
Shops throughout the city shut their doors. Cultivators from the various provinces, sect elders, and merchants from the Western Regions climbed tall buildings, gazing toward the northern city in bewildered uncertainty.
They had long since heard that Qing Chen was preparing a northern expedition.
They had also seen the Governor-General's Office frequently transporting Spirit Rice, medicinal pills, talismans, armor, and formation plates over the past few months, even going so far as to transfer large numbers of Artifact Refiners and Formation Masters from the Fifteen Northwestern Provinces to Yanmen Pass.
That devil really meant to fight.
The northern city's drill grounds stretched hundreds of miles across, with formation platforms arranged along the undulations of the earth veins.
At the very front stood the expanded Thundering Army, four hundred thousand strong, arrayed in an enormous Thunder Axe military formation.
Wei Ting stood directly beneath the Thunder Axe.
He wore Dark Violet Thunder Armor, with the top-grade Thunder Axe Qing Chen had bestowed on him years ago strapped to his back.
Nascent Soul late stage!
He had not let Qing Chen's investment go to waste.
Sensing the gaze falling upon him from high above, Wei Ting clasped