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At the beginning, Wen heard someone call him "Wen Hou" and looked at Mistake in confusion. Later, after realizing that it was his nickname, he couldn't help but grin and share a silly laugh with Mistake. The title "Wen Hou" gradually spread among them.
Was it Wen Hou? He certainly aimed to deliver the greatest impact on the enemy's eastern front, preventing Mistake's Golden Core cultivator Yi Dong from rushing to support Minghong.
Minghong.
Kill.
After a brief exchange, the ironclad contest resumed. This time, everyone put in even more effort as they charged toward the Nine Nether Army.
A flicker of understanding rose in each person's heart; this was their value, this was their duty. They did not deny it. They were pawns, but to win, they had to pay a price.
Jiang Anbo and Tan Siyuan, the two closest to the battlefield, felt the deepest impact. They witnessed a young warrior cut down five enemies beside him without hesitation and then charge into the thickest part of the fray.
He could have taken the chance to escape or feigned death on the ground; no one would have blamed him, nor would anyone have asked him to do more.
Perhaps Minghong wondered why the Nine Nether Alliance, despite having over ten times their strength, had faced repeated setbacks since the war began. They perhaps should not be soldiers; even calling them heroes would be fitting.
Maybe so. What benefit did launching that war bring them? Resources? Land? The Daoist Sect seemed to lack for nothing in that regard.
Faced with Jiang Anbo's question, Lu Chen Zhou found himself momentarily speechless.
By Dao Zun's command, perhaps they had no benefits to gain. But for the Daoist Sect and Dao Tradition, there were immense advantages to be had.
After some contemplation, Lu Chen Zhou provided an answer—a very Daoist Sect-style response.
Daoist Sect was an organization, one that possessed the most powerful forces in that realm, a group that others could only look up to from afar.
Thus, once the Daoist Sect became selfish, the consequences were already evident.
At this moment, the technique Blossoming in Full Splendor unleashed by Tan Siyuan before Lu Chen Zhou rendered Bu Luo meaningless to him; the magnificent Sword Technique held no significance. It was merely a form without substance, posing no threat to him at all.
Bu Luo had a Jiang Anbo beside him, who occasionally distracted him from his entanglements, unexpectedly launching attacks that forced Lu Chen Zhou to remain on guard, making it impossible for him to deal with Tan Siyuan, who was at the Late Stage of Golden Core.
No one knew that at this very moment in the Nine Heavens, an old man radiating a chilling aura stood face-to-face with a rotund monk sporting a Wei Mao, neither showing any intention of retreating.
In these past twenty thousand years, they represented the fastest rising generation, even comparable to those who emerged during the Battle of Good and Evil.
A formidable barrier lay before them; if they could break through it, then they could discuss other matters, including confronting Bu Luo. Words alone would be useless.
Why hadn’t he noticed his disciples, those Little Guys, who were truly disappointing?
How could my Buddhist Sect compare with his Daoist Sect, especially when even the Buddha had drained our Buddhist Sect's resources? Would it be possible for another Buddha to emerge? That would indeed be remarkable.
But that wasn’t guaranteed; who could say for certain about transcending and achieving enlightenment?
As the two faced off, even without direct confrontation, neither wanted to lose face. They kept their eyes on the changes in the east while engaging in verbal sparring.
Clouds gathered and dispersed. As the Transcendent Practitioners exerted their full power in the sky, it alternated between rain and sunshine, torrential downpours, and icy snowstorms, truly leaving the soldiers engaged in battle in the east with unspoken hardships.
Do not say that those at the Qi Refinement Stage can be considered disciples of the cultivators, nor can the Foundation Establishment Practitioners who provide cover for the soldiers in mid-air be dismissed. Occasionally, when encountering a sword energy from Tian Zai, if they fail to dodge in time, they would suffer severe injuries.
The once vegetated desolate mountain, after being ravaged by both soldiers and cultivators, had completely transformed into a barren wasteland. Blood mixed with rainwater seeped into the mud, splattering over the corpses strewn about.
And the war continued.
The Night Emperor gazed down at the brutal battlefield. His figure, hidden among the dark clouds, gradually emerged. Although he appeared quite disheveled under Sima Wuduan's pressure, those deep black eyes seemed to burn with a raging fury in Sima Wuduan's sight.
When the Eternal Night Sect was destroyed, the Night Emperor had been sent outside the Sect to search for a rare material. In retrospect, that broken wall should have been under the care of an elder from the Sect!
Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that just three days after his departure, the Sect was no more?
Later, those disciples who were sent out one by one perished on their escape route, meeting their end in Hades. Many disciples of the Sect died along the way while trying to conceal their identities.
Just like those soldiers in the East who were fighting for their lives without even having a name—Liu Dong.
We must pay the price.
The Night Emperor slowly closed his eyes and vanished into thin air.
At that moment, Sima Wuduan suddenly realized that he truly could not find the Night Emperor anymore, as if that person had never existed at all.
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