"After the Myriad Gods Kingdom crushed the Qi Dynasty's deployments along the border, it did not press its advantage. Instead, it swept south, joining forces with the remaining Incense Dao forces outside the Qiao Kingdom, bypassing Great Chu's deployments in the Yan Kingdom, and driving straight toward the Great Chu Dynasty..."
"Now, over in the West Sea Kingdom."
"Mountain Master Guan slew the Ashina Tribe's seventh chief on the shores of the Western Sea and killed countless tribal cultivators, leaving enough blood flowing along the coast to float pestles..."
"The peak lord of Great Hua Peak took on the tribal chief's son with his sword, and the tribal priest intervened..."
"The peak lord of True Blood Peak fought three tribal chiefs and unfortunately suffered injuries. He has now been sent back."
"The Ashina Tribe's repeated setbacks enraged the Spirit Transformation cultivator of Xituo Continent..."
Lunar Mountain, Black Tortoise Market.
Inside a teahouse, a cultivator who looked like a storyteller was animatedly recounting events before a crowd.
When he reached an exciting part, his words flowed like a cascading river, as though he had experienced it himself.
His account promptly drew wave after wave of cheers from the surrounding cultivators.
As he spoke, the storyteller-like cultivator suddenly fell silent, a faint trace of Law Power rising from his body.
He hurriedly sat cross-legged, turned his palms and soles upward with the crown of his head facing heaven, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators immediately fell silent in tacit understanding.
Some drank tea, while others whispered.
Before long, the storyteller cultivator finally opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flashed through them, clearly indicating a slight improvement in his cultivation.
He hurriedly rose and repeatedly bowed to the surrounding cultivators with his hands clasped, gratitude on