War clouds loom overhead.
The Dao Court camp stretched for nearly a thousand miles, bathed in divine light as if it were daytime.
It illuminated the deep sea, making it appear completely clear.
The last detachment of supplies arrived last night.
Accompanying them were three fifth-tier Spirit Command Grade magic ships.
This is the most treasured possession of the Artifact Manufacturing Division.
The ship's runes were not yet fully stabilized, Primordial Beginning had already incorporated them into the battle order.
"Lord Dong Qing, the Garrison Army Left Division has completed his formation."
"All demon troops of the Ten Thousand Spirits Division are in position and ready for battle at any time."
"The puppet cluster of the Artifact Manufacturing Division has completed charging and is awaiting instructions."
" The Pill and Dharma Division battle preparedness pills have been distributed to all battalions and units without exception."
" The Heaven Surveillance Division's patrol and combat readiness have been completed, and it has been confirmed that there is no incident within the camp!"
"..."
Reports were relayed back to the main hall of the Dharma Ship through the Primordial Beginning.
Lu Li sat in the main seat.
On the light screen in front of them, countless points of light representing the various departments of the Dao Court covered the entire sea area.
At the edge of the light curtain, an even larger crimson light was slowly approaching.
That was the Dragon Manor's allied forces.
"Latest report from the scouts,"
The voice of the Primordial Beginning resounded in the hall.
" The Dragon Manor allied forces are less than three thousand li away from our position, and we expect to engage them within twelve hours."
"The allied forces total approximately 2.8 million, including several dozen at the Void Return Realm and countless below the Spirit Transformation."
Lu Li nodded slightly, without saying a word.
His gaze swept across the screen filled with the densely packed dots of light on his side.
They did not underestimate their opponent.
Yinyang Qingfan is ready at any time.
After this battle, the Western Continent Western Sea will all belong to the Dao Court!
No one in the Eastern Desolation Star will dare to underestimate the name of the Dao Court anymore.
The elders of the Central Continent will also feel extremely anxious!
Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the Dragon Manor Allied Forces camp was unusually strange.
"What did you say?!"
The roar of the Xuan Jing shook the entire tent.
Its massive body almost bounced off its seat, its eyes filled with disbelief.
" The Dao Court... millions? Stretching for nearly a thousand miles?!"
The scout who came to report was trembling all over, but dared not take a single step back.
"Reporting to the Commander, I saw it with my own eyes."
" The Dao Court court has nearly a thousand warships, and countless puppets."
"In addition to the elite Sea Race integrated after the seven major tribes submitted... indeed, there are indeed a million of them."
The tent was deathly silent.
Gui Wance sat to the left of Xuan Jing, his face a mixture of pale and ashen, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the Jade Slip.
Ten days ago, when news of the destruction of the Ink Octopus Clan and the surrender of all eleven Void Return Returners reached back, it sensed something was wrong.
Spirit Transformation cultivator could never achieve this.
The Dao Court must be hiding combat power far exceeding what the intelligence suggests.
At least at the Dao Integration level, or even higher.
It attempted to postpone the war and regroup.
But it can't.
Because at this moment, at the head of the main tent.
Two human cultivators were sitting in the seat that should have been the main seat for the Xuan Jing.
One old and one young.
The old man had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and half-closed eyes.
His aura was so concealed that it was almost nonexistent.
If it weren't for the fact that he sat upright, preventing even spiritual light from getting close, one would almost mistake him for an ordinary old man.
The boy was around twenty years old.
He had a handsome face, wore a plain white Daoist robe, held a folding fan, and had a faint smile on his lips.
He sat in the main seat.
Xuan Jing and Gui Wance sat on either side, their postures so submissive they were almost humble.
"Whether it's three hundred li or a thousand li, it doesn't matter."
The young man lightly waved his folding fan, his tone nonchalant.
"They're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, why panic?"
His gaze swept over the demons in the tent, finally settling on Gui Wance.
"Turtle Minister, you seem... very uneasy?"
Gui Wance froze and quickly lowered his head.
"I dare not. It's just that the Dao Court is coming with overwhelming force, and although our army is numerous, we may not be able to..."
"Maybe what?"
The boy interrupted him, his smile unchanged, but a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.
"Is the Tortoise Minister doubting my judgment?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
"That's good."
The boy closed his folding fan and gently tapped the table.
"I have come here on the orders of the Yin-Yang School of the Central Continent."
"The ruler of that Dao Court has seized control of the Western Continent and gathered Dragon Qi; he is now an enemy of Hundred Schools."
"This battle is not a battle between my Dragon Manor and the Dao Court, but a battle between the Central Continent and the traitors."
He paused, then turned his gaze to the Xuan Jing.
"General Xuan Jing, I've heard you boast that Lu Li merely a Nascent Spirit Transformation, and you could kill him with a single slap?"
Xuan Jing's face flushed red, and he stammered, unable to speak.
It's alright.
The young man waved his hand. "I'm giving you this opportunity. Tomorrow, in battle, you will lead your troops as the vanguard. If you can slay Lu Li, half of the Western Continent will be yours."
Xuan Jing opened his mouth, as if to refuse.
But when she met the boy's eyes, which seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
"... This subordinate obeys."
The boy nodded in satisfaction and stood up.
"In that case, go and prepare."
"By this time tomorrow, I want to see all the banners of that Dao Court broken."
The demons obeyed and withdrew.
Inside the large tent, only the boy and the withered old man remained.
"Granduncle,"
The boy closed his folding fan, his smile fading, replaced by a serious expression.
"Is the Lord of Dao Court truly as powerful as the clan says?"
The gaunt old man slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his cloudy pupils, a faint starlight flickered.
"A million people are nothing but ants."
The old man's voice was hoarse, "What I'm worried about is the Lord of the Dao Court... I'm afraid there are also Dao Integration beings by his side."
The young man frowned slightly. "Stronger than your great-uncle?"
The old man remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.
"I don't know, but I've come in person with the clan's most precious treasures. As long as it's not someone of the Venerable rank, I have nothing to fear."
Upon hearing this, the young man unfolded his folding fan again, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"There are plans within the clan. Uncle, just watch and see. This land of the Western Continent will ultimately be ours."
"The clan went to great lengths to send the two of us out; the spirit of the Central Continent will be difficult to recover in a hundred years."
"This lad must be killed on the spot in this battle, otherwise our Central Continent will suffer great losses."
Upon hearing this, the withered old man nodded, already having a plan in mind.
Just as a great war was about to break out.
Just to be on the safe side, he decided to consult the oracle first.
The Yin-Yang School -Yin-Yang School is divided into two branches: Yin and Yang. The Yin Household focuses on calculation, while the Yang Household focuses on cultivation.
He is the Yin Household Dao Integration.
I am quite proficient in divination and calculation.
The thought had just formed when he immediately summoned a tortoise shell.
It swayed slightly.
There seemed to be an ancient bronze coin moving inside the tortoise shell.
With a whooshing sound, his aura trembled slightly.
It exudes a sense of mystery.
Until the location of the Dao Court.
soon.
A blurry image floats slowly.
It seemed to be foreshadowing something.
But who knew that just as the illusory image was about to appear within his Divine Sense...
A powerful aura of Yin-Yang School suddenly burst forth!
Almost instantly, it disrupted the flow of his calculations.
"Snap!"
The next second, even the tortoise shell in his hand shattered on the spot.
The gaunt old man suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with terror.
"Wrong!"
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