Chapter 462: Chapter 280: I’m Not Targeting Any One Person. With All Due Respect, All of You Here Are...

In the sky above the valley, Divine Suns like blazing furnaces appeared one after another, their scorching light illuminating the heavens and earth.

A closer look revealed that they were not suns at all, but powerful Upper Grade experts standing upon the clouds. Their auras were as mighty as Divine Beings as they gazed down upon the Cultivators below.

Their very presence caused the Spiritual Qi to surge like a tide.

Great ships and Flying Ships also arrived from all directions.

SPLASH!

A Celestial River descended from the sky, causing great waves to churn upon a sea’s surface. A bright moon slowly rose, and from some unknown Blessed Land Cave Heaven, a group of powerful figures arrived aboard a sapphire-blue Ancient Ship, a Magical Treasure.

"A bright moon is born from the sea."

"It’s the Bright Moon Immortal from Profound Water Cave Heaven."

The Cultivators below were stunned by this phenomenon, but they quickly recognized the newcomer’s identity.

Anyone who could be called an Immortal was a Qi Cultivator who had, at the very least, reached the Thirteenth Realm—an Earth Immortal of the Mortal World.

...

A Giant Turtle hundreds of miles long, carrying a magnificent island on its back, swam through the eastern sky.

Leading them was a dignified, middle-aged man in long robes, standing upon the Giant Turtle’s massive head. He had a long mustache, and his eyes were sharp and bright.

Flanking him on either side were nearly a hundred Cultivators clad in deep blue Qilin Armor Robes. They ranged from beautiful young women to wizened old men, each holding a different Magical Treasure: a shark’s dorsal fin, a White Jade Pearl, a whip made from a Flood Dragon’s Spine...

"The East Sea Blessed Land, Dragon Turtle Island."

Lu Mingyuan could tell at a glance where their Magical Treasures came from—the East Sea.

’I can’t believe even the far-flung East Sea has been bought by the Six Kingdoms Dynasty,’ he thought.

Additionally, a crane-haired Daoist riding a cyan Divine Deer that glowed with a myriad of colors stood at a mountain’s peak. With a disdainful gaze, he flew down; the wind howled like a drum, its force creating a depression in the ground below.

The trees in the valley were all bent low by the blast of air.

Behind the crane-haired Daoist, other Daoists appeared like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, surrounding him as if he were the moon surrounded by stars.

"Tai Cang Cave Heaven, the Cyan Deer Great Immortal."

...

From across the Central Plains World and its Twelve Great Continents, representatives had come. Not just from the Six Kingdoms blessed by Celestial Destiny and Fortune, but also from the smaller nations that had chosen sides, the Thirty-Six Confucian Temples and Schools, the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Daoist Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, and the Seven Great Buddhist Temples. Each representative was a titan who held sway over their own domain.

Some factions, even if they weren’t participating in the war, had come to join the spectacle and witness this once-in-a-century struggle for dominance.

The Third Prince of the Song Dynasty, Song Dun, searched the crowd for any sign of Lu Mingyuan.

"Just as the old Abbot said, did the Great Nether Empress really go to the Great Yan territory?"

"Indeed. She is in Great Yan right now," replied an old monk standing beside Song Dun. His white eyebrows were so long they drooped down past his gaunt face. Dressed in yellow monastic robes, he gave a slight nod.

It was none other than the Celestial Dragon Abbot of the Great Celestial Dragon Temple.

The Second Prince of the Song Dynasty, Song Yan You, had not yet recovered from his serious illness.

Therefore, Song Dun had to come and represent their side.

Song Dun retracted his gaze and said, "It’s still hard to believe. The Great Nether Empress went to the Great Yan Dynasty, yet there was no major disturbance. The tragedy that occurred in the Capital City is still fresh in my mind."

After several investigations, the Song Dynasty discovered that the Great Nether Empress’s last known location was, of all places, the Great Yan Dynasty.

This discovery was the trigger that led the great powers, headed by the Great Sui Dynasty, to initiate hostilities.

And so, the plot for today was set in motion.

The original plan was for the Golden Crow Country to first draw Great Yan’s fire and catch them off guard. Then, when the time was right a year later, the Six Kingdoms would launch an all-out offensive.

Unexpectedly, a letter from the Golden Crow New King caused the war to be moved up.

The plan had changed, and they were preparing to start the war ahead of schedule.

The Crown Prince of Great Sui stood atop a boulder and smiled. "I am quite curious. Just what level has Lu Mingyuan’s strength reached? Are the rumors of him defeating the Great Nether Empress true? I wonder if we’ll get to see for ourselves today."

The Silver Frost Emperor’s Son, Wuxun, snorted coldly. "The man is insidious and cunning; he set a trap to ambush us. If he were truly powerful, would he resort to such tactics? He’s probably just an embroidered pillow—all show and no substance."

The Nanli Princess, Li Muwan, didn’t share their strong battlelust or excitement. Her beautiful eyes scanned the Great Yan Camp, searching for Lu Mingyuan’s figure.

She was just as curious whether Lu Mingyuan truly possessed the strength to defeat the Great Nether Empress.

Amid the deafening clamor, the King Jin Wu, Luo Lingxiao, was the first to let out a long cry. His Golden Silk Shirt erupted with a dazzling cyan light as he transformed into a long rainbow and landed in the center of the valley.

His posture was outstanding, his features handsome and spirited. His gaze locked onto the Cultivators on Great Yan’s side as he announced in a loud voice:

"Lu Mingyuan, are you still not going to show yourself? In this battle today, allow me to test your strength and see just how incredible you really are."

As his voice fell, an endless, awe-inspiring Sword Intent erupted from within Luo Lingxiao, covering the sky for a thousand miles around. Ten thousand swords sang in unison, their humming resonating between heaven and earth.

This was the ultimate technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!

As the First True Inheritor of the Wanluo Sword Sect and the Deputy Sect Leader, Luo Lingxiao’s status was equivalent to that of a Sect Leader. He wielded the Ancient Holy Sword, a weapon comparable to an Immortal Artifact.

He was truly a peerless prodigy, the kind that appears only once in an era.

He was clearly angered by Lu Mingyuan’s previous tactics and wanted to vent his frustration now.

Although he had yet to make a move, his immense might was already enough to make some of the younger Cultivators tremble with fear.

A few Twelfth Realm Cultivators felt his soaring Sword Intent, and though their expressions remained calm, their eyelids couldn’t help but twitch.

’Below the level of a Saint, this man is likely invincible.’

"Lu Mingyuan, hurry up and come out to face your enemy!"

"Could it be that the leader of Great Yan is a coward?"

"HAHAHA, what kind of Celestial Destiny Dynasty is too afraid to show its face?!"

Seeing that no one had yet appeared from the Great Yan Camp, some of the Cultivators began to laugh and jeer.