Mu Bai spent each day happily in Ximu City, and his feelings for Chen Qi swiftly deepened. Their days were harmonious, fulfilling, and joyful, like an Azure Luan and a phoenix lingering in the mortal world. Half a month later, Mu Bai received a voice transmission: Yan Yan had arrived at the Excavation Site in the Shuhuan Mountain Range with an army of three hundred thousand cultivators. The enormous Soul Boats moored in the sky were packed so densely that their ranks stretched beyond sight.
At the sight of this deployment, the two tribes' tens of thousands of cultivators panicked. When they saw the Shuhuan Northern Sect's banners fluttering above the Soul Boats, they could not help trembling all over. They even dropped the Soul Soldiers they used to cut through the mountain rock, afraid of bringing death upon themselves.
That was not all. Two more groups of Soul Boats slowly approached from two directions. Everyone looked up and saw clearly that these were the cultivator armies of the Dharma Lotus Sect and the Taiyuan Sect. They joined the two flanks of the Shuhuan Northern Sect's fleet, until Soul Boats filled the entire sky.
No one had expected these former mortal enemies to come together as the Shuhuan Northern Sect's two wings. It seemed they intended to uproot Mu Lan Pavilion completely.
The two long-established trading companies had repeatedly fought Mu Lan Pavilion in Ximu City. Not only had both suffered defeat, but their battles against each other had cost them even more, allowing Mu Lan Pavilion to reap the benefits instead.
Thus, the two trading companies had finally ceased hostilities. The Dharma Lotus Sect and the Taiyuan Sect behind them had each dispatched cultivator armies to eradicate Mu Lan Pavilion together. Neither could relinquish the struggle over the newly