"Let's warm up first."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Li stepped into the void rift.
Yinyang Qingfan followed closely behind, and the two of them vanished from their original positions in an instant.
Only a faint ripple of spiritual light remained in the void.
The soldiers looked up, but the figure in the green robe had vanished without a trace.
Zou Moshan withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, " Eastern Expedition Army, follow me!"
The fleet roared, and sparks of light mingled.
A million-strong army surged in their respective directions like a tidal wave.
Immediately afterwards, both the Southern Expedition and the Northern Expedition set off simultaneously.
Lu Li and Yinyang Qingfan were already thousands of miles away.
Lu Li decided to break away from the vanguard and head quickly towards the Northern Continent.
This way, we can find as many Endless Deep Trench along the way.
Hunting sea beasts that have attained the Dao Integration or even Tribulation Transcendence.
The Void Breaking in the Void Return Realm is many times faster than that in the Spirit Transformation.
Furthermore, Yinyang Qingfan provided assistance from the side.
The two practically tore through the void, flying wildly.
What ordinary cultivators could take years to cross, they could do in just a few days.
Heading north.
This is the route set by Lu Li.
Wait until several Endless Deep Trench are painted on.
He will join the Northern Expedition Army on the icy plains of the Northern Continent.
Although he was not present, the Northern Expedition Army had many Void Return and was a formidable fighting force.
Even if we pass through the endless Northern Sea, we are not afraid of being hindered by enemies.
After he cleared out the high-level sea beasts and his strength increased significantly, the army arrived just in time to take over.
The two flew swiftly.
About six months later, Yinyang Qingfan suddenly slowed down.
It seemed as if they had sensed something.
His gaze sharpened slightly.
" Dao Lord, something strange has happened ten thousand miles ahead."
With that, she raised her hand and tore open a rift in the void.
Pointing his fingertip at a seemingly calm stretch of sea in the distance.
There were no seabirds, no fish, only deathly silence.
Lu Li's eyes suddenly lit up.
Endless Deep Trench!
This place is extremely eerie, resembling the atmosphere of Endless Deep Trench.
Back then, he plundered Endless Deep Trench and reaped a rich harvest.
Right now, this place means he has a massive amount of Blood Qi essence and high-grade spiritual materials.
And fragments of Dao Laws powerful enough to cause the Jade Pendant Space to expand wildly.
The jade pendant now brings life to a place spanning thousands of miles.
The interior mountains and rivers take shape, and Spiritual Qi gradually emerges.
But all of this was far less rapid than when he absorbed the essence of Blood Qi back then.
Each time a powerful sea monster was hunted, Lu Li could clearly feel the jade pendant growing stronger.
He still reminisces about the exhilarating feeling of leveling up.
"Walk."
Without further ado, Lu Li broke through the void and stepped back into reality.
The sea breeze was salty and fishy, and the sky hung low.
The seawater below was as black as ink.
The two exchanged a glance and then simultaneously descended.
As they descended deeper, the water became increasingly dark and the pressure increased.
Lu Li's physical body was strong, so he was unaffected.
Yinyang Qingfan is far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.
The two were like two sharp swords, piercing straight into the deep sea.
Ten thousand miles.
Twenty thousand miles.
Thirty thousand miles.
When all around was completely plunged into boundless darkness.
When the faint spiritual light emanating from the two of them illuminated an area of several feet in radius, Yinyang Qingfan's figure froze.
"Arrive."
She spoke softly, her gaze fixed ahead.
There, a massive, abyssal chasm, like the jaws of a giant beast, lies silently lurking on the seabed.
At the edge of the rift valley, the dark rock walls exuded a menacing aura.
Thick black fog churned and surged within the valley.
Even with Lu Li to Void Return Realm, he felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp.
This Endless Deep Trench is clearly much larger than the Western Sea of yesteryear.
The aura within was far more terrifying.
Except for those Dao Integration.
And then there's... Tribulation Transcendence.
Seeing this, Lu Li took a deep breath, feeling both nervous and expectant.
His eyes lit up slightly. "Get to work."
After saying that, the two plunged headfirst into the deep ditch.
Just as Lu Li rapidly leveling up and the Dao Court was marching out of the Western Continent.
Central Continent.
The former territory of the Yin-Yang School is now a ruin.
The once majestic Yin-Yang Celestial Pivot Palace, a towering structure built with starlight and overlooking millennia, is now nothing but ruins.
The ground is Diplomatic School.
The Spirit Vein have broken, and the spiritual light has dimmed.
The air was thick with the lingering stench of blood and resentment.
Three years ago, news of the Three Venerables of the Yin-Yang School ' defection from the Starry Sky spread, causing a Hundred Schools.
Without Venerable Yin-Yang School to oversee it, the Yin-Yang School is like a tiger that has lost its fangs.
Dozens of prefectures, accumulated over millennia, were all lost in a single day.
With the allied forces of Hundred Schools families pressing in, the Yin-Yang School clan either died or surrendered, and the great Dao lineage vanished in just a few days.
But for Hundred Schools of thought, the real trouble has only just begun.
Deep within the ruins of the Celestial Pivot Palace.
Inside a makeshift stone hall, ten figures sat silently facing each other.
The ten major families of the Central Continent have gathered here today.
In fact, this wasn't the first time they had gathered here.
Over the past three years, they have argued frequently about the difficulty of leaving the palace...
It's been three years.
Bing Wuji spoke first.
His voice was low and suppressed, conveying anger.
"It's been three years, and you've still not reached a conclusion."
He glanced around, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Those present were all heads of their respective families, and their cultivation level was at least at the Early Mahayana.
Under his gaze, many people avoided eye contact.
"As you all should know, if we don't send out our leaders soon, we're just giving the Western Continent Dragon Calamity more time."
"The place where the Yin-Yang School located today may very well be a rehearsal for our own tomorrow."
"Gentlemen... if we don't express our opinion soon, are we really just waiting to die?"
These words made the atmosphere in the hall even more somber.
But no one uttered a sound.
After a long pause, Lord Shang, Legalist School, coughed lightly and spoke slowly.
"Don't be hasty, sir."
"The matter of leaving one's rank is of great importance; only with a willing heart can one give their all."
"If things are like Yin-Yang School... what's the point of forcing out another traitor?"
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
The defection of the Three Venerables of the Yin-Yang School is an example.
Forcing someone to do something they don't want to will only lead to repeating the same mistakes.
But who would willingly step down from their position?
Leaving the capital signifies stepping out of the Central Continent.
This means being watched by the Heavenly Dao.
This means that there is no hope of ascension thereafter.
It means cutting off the path for future generations.
Ten thousand years ago, before the Mystic Firmament Heavenly Wall was forged and the Central Continent' aura was sealed, this matter would not have been difficult.
But now, the situation has already been set.
No one wants to be a sacrifice.
Seeing this, Bing Wuji took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
He knew.
If we don't produce something truly impressive today, I'm afraid no one will be willing to participate.
He snorted coldly and uttered the numbers, one word at a time.
"Whoever is willing to go, the Military School is willing to offer up an ancestral treasure... the Immortal Weapon Pill!"
Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent.
All eyes turned to him.
His eyes were filled with shock and greed.
Immortal Weapon Pill.
Legend has it that this celestial being was forcibly brought down to the mortal realm after the ancestor of Military School ascended to heaven.
This elixir was refined using unparalleled Secret Method.
It can help the Venerable comprehend the Immortal Dao and grasp the opportunity for ascension.
Military School never showed this item to others; it was only heard of in legends.
"Lord of War... is this truly the truth?"
The head of the Diplomatic School's throat bobbed, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse.
"Really."
Bing Wuji's expression remained unchanged.
"Whoever produces this item, it belongs to them."
"But since I have spoken, if my Military School provides this item, all eight families, except for the one that produced it, must compensate me!"
Compensation is easy to discuss.
No matter how much compensation is offered, it's impossible to produce an item more valuable than this Immortal Weapon Pill.
The problem is, even if I obtain this item, I have no hope of ascending to immortality.
There were no descendants, so it could only be given to other Venerable of the clan.
Is it worth sacrificing one's own Dao Path to increase the chances of one 'Lineage or others achieving ascension?
The hall was silent.
Everyone is making plans.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Finally, a soft cough broke the silence.
"Cough."
Everyone looked over.
However, he was the weakest of the ten masters, the head of the Miscellaneous School.
The Miscellaneous School has been neglected since the Hundred Schools.
For thousands of years, it has barely maintained the status of a five-prefecture state, ranking last among the ten rulers.
But at this moment, the usually taciturn old man slowly stood up.
His face was aged, and his cultivation level was only at the Early Mahayana.
He was inconspicuous in the hall, but his voice was unusually firm.
"This Immortal Weapon Pill... Miscellaneous School!"