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He knew, so he called for others.
Others?
I already knew from the floor above.
Every time he entered Sky's End Tower in the past, Gu felt as if it were an attic crafted from spatial treasures. After breaking through to Divine Empress, Gu's soul power greatly increased, and he finally realized that it was a space formation composed of countless intricate small arrays.
Each room was a small spatial array, and each small array connected to others, layer upon layer, forming the Sky's End Tower before him.
Sky's End Tower was a secret passed down by the Hong Clan, and only Mahayana Practitioners of the Hong Family could master the methods to establish it. Among them were spirit gathering arrays, defensive arrays, illusion arrays, and the Great Light Division Formation—numerous formations stacked together to create a tower that rivaled the heavens. However, Sky's End Tower never participated in wars; that was the survival principle of the Hong Clan.
But this time we made an exception; clearly, Sky's End Tower stood on the side of humanity while I don't deny it stood with the Ninth Underworld.
I was wrong; what I saw was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Just as Gu was about to inquire further, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by a figure in a rough cloth robe. Upon closer inspection, Gu recognized it as Ling Chanzi, the Little Monk, who had disappeared for some time.
Time had passed; the Little Monk had grown into a young monk now.
Ling Chanzi?
Gu.
Cough cough cough.
Just as Gu was filled with joy at seeing Ling Chanzi again, a sudden coughing sound interrupted him.
Liu Lao Jiu had Pei Gui with him, and even their prince had arrived. With Ying Gongzi present, they were now truly the princes. Tiandong City had completely fallen under the control of Wuliang, and everything in the outer city had already been transferred to the Great Qin Ying Clan in the name of the Prince of Tiandong City.
As he spoke, Pei Gui looked at Ying Zhan with mixed emotions, reflecting on how he had never cherished what he once possessed. Only after losing it did he feel deep regret.
Yong Wanxu, had he ever truly owned anything?
That guy was indeed a prince, but as for him, he was now in Scattered Cultivator City.
Scattered Cultivator City?
Gu You looked at Hong Ling in confusion, wondering why he had never heard of such a place.
Was that guy creating a small town outside Dongtang? Even the city walls were still under construction. Bu Luo, after all, had the foundation of Tiandong City. With Mahayana Practitioners walking through Scattered Cultivator City and promoting their unique identity, they had attracted quite a number of cultivators. It was estimated that in a few more days, it would become the second major obstacle to Tiandong's unification after him.
When did I start to think so highly of him? Why not open Sky's End Tower in his Scattered Cultivator City?
I don't deny it. Let me finish setting up the city walls and defense formations first. To unite a group of scattered forces in Scattered Cultivator City without proper effort would be nearly impossible.
Businessmen are like that; Xiao Pei wouldn’t bother trying to sweet-talk Miss Hong anymore. No more wine?
Liu Lao Jiu tapped the bottom of his wine gourd and found it empty, then called out loudly.
Drunkard! How come you didn’t get me drunk?
As the wine from Liu Lao Jiu arrived, a few people gradually took their seats. I glanced at him, and he looked back at me. Initially, everyone was focused on Hong Ling, eager to see what method she had to summon them here and how she planned to rescue someone.
What was he looking at? Did he think we had a way? He should have already been working on the rescue. Right now, not only the Hong Family but even the Nine Nether Cultivators faced layers of scrutiny just to approach the area ten miles outside the desolate mountains. The news of their entrapment was brought back by Han Yu with great difficulty, risking his life with the help of others. If Yu Long had the Hong Family's unique Thousand Miles in a Single Line technique, it might have reminded him during this crisis. Yet, Coco and Han Yu couldn't even send out any messages.
This meant they couldn't even get close to them now; they couldn't fight alone like that, in a best-of-five scenario.
Could they just charge in?
No, Coco. The Nine Nether Cultivators were no fools; they might have set up an ambush outside, waiting for them to attempt a rescue.
We needed to divert the attention of the Nine Nether Army; otherwise, they wouldn't even have a chance to get close.
As everyone discussed various plans, Ying Zhan remained silent, coldly staring out the window. The overcast weather seemed to reflect every place occupied by the Nine Nether Invasion; accustomed to the battlefield, Ying Zhan naturally grew used to such gloomy weather.
Then we needed to look at him.
Gu Yi pointed at Ying Zhan, and everyone suddenly realized that the empire's Legitimate Eldest Son was right there. Why were they worried about troop strength when he was present? It was like looking for a bowl while holding one.
Ying Zhan slowly nodded and said, "The empire's army has been resting for quite some time; it's time for them to stretch their muscles."
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