Xuegu, the Righteous Path Arrives
At this moment, a man with a hunched back stepped forward, his voice hoarse. "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the Origin Dao Physique is inevitable."
Since the Taiyi Immortal Sect has remnants in charge, ordinary Dao Integration Realm are probably not enough.
It would be better to send a master at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, along with a precious treasure, to ensure the Dao Body is brought back intact.
Incidentally, grind everyone on the mountain to dust and scatter their ashes to appease the spirit of the Seventh Prince in heaven.
Yan Tianjin remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
The Chaos Abyss is of paramount importance; his true self cannot be touched there. However, the Supreme Unity Divine Mountain must be taken.
"The Blood Bone Old Devil."
"Your old minister is here!"
An old man clad in blood-red bone armor stepped out from the crowd. His face was withered, his eyes were sunken, and his aura of Blood Baleful Intent was so thick that it almost solidified.
He was a veteran expert in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, having been famous for thousands of years. His Xuegu Great Art was notorious, and he was Yan Tianjin's right-hand man.
"I command you to lead four demon generals to Supreme Unity Divine Mountain in Flying Immortal Prefecture immediately," Yan Tianjin said coldly. "First, you must bring back the Origin Dao Physique intact, without the slightest damage. Second, leave no living creature on the mountain, even chickens and dogs, to be buried with Yan Xuanfeng. Third, go and return quickly, and after completing this task, immediately head to the Chaos Abyss to reunite. There must be no delay."
"Your old minister obeys the decree!" The Blood Bone Old Devil bowed and accepted the order, a glint of bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Wait." Yan Tianjin called out to him again, raising his hand and summoning a long, black banner that flew out of the void. The banner was embroidered with countless ferocious ghosts, and a chilling wind blew, accompanied by howls of ghosts. As soon as it appeared, the tent was filled with a bone-chilling cold.
"Take this Mystic Yin Devil Banner with you. It is Semi-Immortal Artifact, containing the souls of 100,000. No matter how powerful the Taiyi Immortal Sect's remnant formation is, it cannot withstand a single blow from Semi-Immortal Artifact."
The Blood Bone Old Devil's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He accepted the demon banner with both hands, his voice trembling with excitement. "Thank you, Your Majesty! This old minister will certainly not fail in his mission!"
Semi-Immortal Artifact!
There are only a handful of these items in the entire demonic path, and their power is immense.
With this treasure in hand, let alone a dilapidated Taiyi Immortal Sect, even the seven core sects could be breached.
"Go." Yan Tianjin waved his hand, his tone tinged with lingering coldness. "If you can't bring back the Dao Body, then you don't need to come back."
"Your humble servant obeys!"
Blood Bone Old Devil bowed and withdrew. He immediately selected four demon generals at the Void Refinement Perfection. Without wasting a moment, they transformed into five black streaks of light, rushed out of the demon camp, and sped towards Flying Immortal Prefecture.
Silence returned to the tent.
Yan Tianjin stared at the shattered soul lamp on the jade platform, his eyes filled with malice.
"Zhang Jianchen, Zhang Jianchen, do you think you can win just by finding the remnants of the Taiyi Immortal Sect and protecting your Origin Dao Physique?" he muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"By the time you realize it, the Dao Fruit will already be mine. The Origin Dao Physique? Even if you get it, it will be too late."
He raised his hand to send a message, a demonic thought penetrating deep into the Chaos Abyss, to the true main force. "Speed up, seize the core area of origin. The Dao Fruit is about to mature; be sure to set up the refining array before the righteous path can react."
"As the Demon Emperor commands!"
A deep echo came from the bottom of the abyss.
Yan Tianjin closed his eyes, his demonic energy surging around him like a lurking beast, patiently waiting for the final moment.
Meanwhile, a mighty army of righteous forces, thousands of miles away, was marching towards the Chaos Abyss.
No one expected that the main force of the demonic path had already quietly infiltrated right under their noses.
The outer edge of the Chaos Abyss.
Under a gray sky, a massive abyss, like a scar cracked open in the earth, stretched across the border between the Southern Continent and the Northern Plains.
The abyss was bottomless, with black, Sha Qi surging upwards, carrying a bone-chilling cold. From afar, it resembled a gigantic maw ready to devour its prey.
This is the main battlefield of the great war between good and evil 100,000 years ago, the burial ground of millions of cultivators.
Waaah...
A mournful bugle call sounded.
The righteous army arrived as scheduled.
Led by the seven core sects of the Immortal Alliance, followed by seventy-two affiliated sects, hundreds of thousands of cultivators filled the sky, with spirit boats, war chariots, and immortal birds obscuring the sun.
Various colored lights converged into a river, falling from the sky and establishing a continuous camp on the southern bank of the Chaos Abyss.
The main command tent stood atop the highest hill, with the Immortal Alliance fluttering in the wind.
Zhang Jianchen, dressed in white robes, stood on the high platform in front of the tent, gazing at the demonic camp on the opposite bank, his brows slightly furrowed.
Behind him, Wang Heng, Lu Tianji, the sect leader of the Purple Yang Sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and other high-ranking members stood on both sides, also looking at the opposite bank with solemn expressions.
On the opposite bank, a black demonic camp stretched for dozens of miles, its demonic aura soaring into the sky, its banners fluttering in the air.
From afar, the shadowy figures loomed, their troops strong and well-equipped. The banners of the Thirty-Six Devil Sects were lined up in a neat and orderly formation, without the slightest flaw.
"The demonic forces arrived quickly," Purple Yang Sect Zhou Ziyang in a deep voice. "Judging from the size of this camp, their forces are probably no less than ours. Old Devil Yan Tianjin has indeed come out with all his might."
The Heavenly Sword Sect Master, dressed in pristine white robes, held a sword talisman between his fingers and said coldly, "They've come at the perfect time. It's time to settle accounts with the Demonic Path. In my opinion, while they're still establishing themselves, we should send our troops across the Abyss and catch them off guard."
"No." Lu Tianji stroked his long beard and slowly shook his head. "Crossing the Abyss is inherently dangerous. If we attack while the enemy is crossing, our army will suffer heavy losses. Moreover, the demonic camp is well-organized and clearly prepared. A rash attack would be counterproductive."
Wang Heng nodded in agreement. "Elder Lu is right. We are new here and unfamiliar with the terrain. Our immediate priority is to secure our camp, ascertain the situation at the bottom of the abyss, and then make further plans. It will take time for our Dao Fruit to mature, but we can afford to wait."
The crowd buzzed with discussion, but Zhang Jianchen remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the demon camp on the opposite bank.
For some reason, he felt that something was off.
The demonic camp looked impressive, with banners waving, but the aura of truly top-tier experts was pitifully scarce.
Logically, with Yan Tianjin personally leading the team and Thirty-Six Devil Sects leaders present, the auras of those at the Void Refinement and Tribulation Transcendence levels should be as numerous as the stars.
However, the auras coming from the other side, although numerous, were mostly at the Spirit Transformation and Dao Union levels, with very few truly powerful auras.
This doesn't make sense.
"Elder Lu," Zhang Jianchen suddenly spoke, "Try to deduce whether Yan Tianjin is in the demon camp on the other side."
Lu Tianji nodded. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
He took out a compass, made hand Hand Seals, and muttered incantations.
The compass needle spun rapidly, pointing towards the demon camp on the opposite bank.
After a moment, the pointer gradually stopped, steadily pointing to the main tent in the center of the demon camp.
"Reporting to the Alliance Leader, the Demon Emperor's aura is indeed within the main tent," Lu Tianji said. "The auras of the leaders of the Thirty-Six Devil Sects are also mostly present in the camp; it seems the main force is all here."
Zhang Jianchen nodded slightly, but the doubts in his heart had not completely disappeared.
Is he overthinking it?
Perhaps it was because Yan Tianjin had concealed his aura that he couldn't perceive it clearly.
"Pass down the order," Zhang Jianchen commanded. "Each sect should reinforce their camps and set up defensive formations; the vanguard should deploy along the south bank; scouts should cross the abyss in batches to investigate and ascertain the terrain and the demonic forces' defenses at the bottom of the abyss."
No one may start a war without the orders of this alliance.
"As the Alliance Leader commands!"
Everyone agreed in unison and went their separate ways to make their own arrangements.