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At the peak of the Celestial Dynasty, nine Divine Dragons pulled the chariot of the Human Emperor, heading towards Wan Beihai to rest in Cangwu.
At that time, the Iron Cavalry could fill every street of Tiandong City.
The King's Sword in my hand gleamed brilliantly.
Ru Ming, the era of the Human Emperor has ended.
Tiandong City is no more.
The sword in my hand could reach places where the light shone, even extending to the realm of the Heavenly Palace.
Is it worth celebrating that the dynasty once had its Iron Cavalry traversing the seas? That spirit of courage and determination, cutting through thorns and brambles, bore witness to humanity's rise from weakness to a peak military force.
Daoist Sect?
Thinking of this, Pei Gui suddenly smiled. The Prince of Tiandong City, who had lived outside the city for nearly a decade, remembered well how he often listened to an old man tell stories.
Stories about how humanity transformed from a weak tribe into the rulers of Tiandong.
Back then, I was good at slacking off, feeling tired, and getting bored.
Now, Pei Gui finally understood Minghong; those words spoken by Dao Zun, devoid of power and confined to paper, represented something profound.
Were those not once glories and heroic feats?
Countless predecessors whose names were not Liu Dong paved the way with their blood.
How many unknown individuals forged a magnificent hall with their bodies?
And all of that became mere dust of history because of Dao Zun's emergence and the rise of the Daoist Sect.
The scene before me, as if tearing through with unstoppable force, perhaps once flashed in Pei Gui's dreams. Those proud and self-proclaimed powerful Nine Nether Cultivators were crushed under the Imperial Iron Cavalry without any strength to resist.
Like helpless women and children, they were easily slaughtered.
Zhu Xian Mountain and Mu Qinglong, he commanded us to bring people, ah.
Wei Qing gazed at Zhu Xian Mountain and Mu Qinglong, his voice hoarse as he let out an initial shout, then he exerted himself, igniting all the spiritual power within him.
Swift as lightning!
With a thunderous roar from the general, the Imperial Iron Cavalry appeared on the ground like a bolt of lightning, shaking the earth as they continued their charge, unstoppable as they surged into the eastern defenses of the Nine Nether Army.
Boom!
A tremendous rumble echoed, enveloping the entire sky in darkness. Wei Qing concluded his not-so-ordinary life, bringing a glimmer of hope to the few elders remaining by his side.
After the darkness passed, at Oil Lamp Palace, Mu Qinglong stared at where Wei Qing had fallen, speechless for a long time.
A massive storm of spiritual power swept across the sky, forcing everyone to halt their battle against Yan Dong. Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and others took the opportunity to retreat; Zhu Xian Mountain did not impede them.
There was such a powerful cavalry dominating the battlefield that with just their presence, they could easily crush Tenglan and his companions. The Imperial Iron Cavalry had not paused since their charge; there was not a single trace of injury on them. Their might in this Great War left no room for resistance.
Unless there were ten times more Nascent Soul Cultivators, perhaps they could contend with them.
But thirty thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators?
That would likely account for nearly half of all Nascent Soul Cultivators in the Ninth Underworld. The three Daoist Sects could hardly gather such numbers of Nine Nether Cultivators.
Moreover, could they even reach the Immortal Eastern Realm? With Yin Tianheng around, it was already an era where immortals acted as they pleased.
Looking at Gu's location, Mu Qinglong faintly felt that the era belonging to the Daoist Sect had come to an end.
Roar!
The red dragon danced through the clouds and descended upon Heavenly Palace, looking somewhat helplessly at Gu but never changing back to its original form.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, returned one after another. Tan Siyuan excitedly embraced Jiang Anbo, shoving handfuls of spiritual medicine into his mouth. Fuhling Zenzi sat beside Jiang Anbo, using the Liuli Jade Purification Technique to heal his injuries.
Zhang Liuyuan was persistently entangled with Wen Ren, appearing to have fallen into a state of madness.
Should someone help him deal with that guy? It was clear he had lost his mind.
No, I believe in Wen Shixiong; he can handle it.
Sure enough, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Wen Ren seized the opportunity and waved his Dao Robe. Drawing upon the secret arts of the academy, he unleashed a technique from the Qiankun sleeves, summoning Cave Heaven to directly suppress Zhang Liuyuan, slowly bringing him toward the Heavenly Palace.
I apologize for putting everyone in danger; it seems Wen made a misjudgment.
Well, I've said it countless times already—do they really need my apology?
Jiang Anbo, having recovered from his injuries, stood up while Ling Chanzi maintained a gentle smile beside him.
The Night Emperor was still entangled with Sima Wuduan. After several failed ambushes, he reluctantly retreated. There was no choice; the gap between the Two Realms was too vast. Gu Na's perverse nature made it incredibly difficult for him to remain undefeated.
Seeing that Wen Ren was eager for an apology, I gently stopped him and said softly:
Let's talk about it later.
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