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In the vast Borderlands, Zhu Xian Mountain was constantly sending out the Divine Presence cultivators of the Wrong Empire's guards to conduct harassment, hoping to force Wen Tian into action and uncover the secrets of the only cultivator in the World of Mortals who could rival true masters, and what trump cards they might possess.
News from the Qin Empire had been trickling in over the years, each piece of information built upon the countless lives of Nine Nether Cultivators.
As time passed, the issues discovered by Zhu Xian Mountain decades ago became increasingly severe. The Cheap Secret Manual sold by Gu Ping had allowed nearly everyone in the World of Mortals to attain Qi Refinement Stage cultivation. Even the waiters at Tavern and Teahouse had considerable strength, not to mention those soldiers who faced life-and-death challenges month after month.
Such advancements made Zhu Xian Mountain feel a chill run down their spines. Whenever they thought about it, they felt that perhaps that battle—the Battle of the Three Realms—had truly marked the beginning of their decline.
The siege from the Great Qin Empire showed no signs of letting up, as they hoped to take down the Great Qin Empire in a short time, denying Gu Ping and his cultivators any chance to rise.
However, as one side grew stronger, the ancient and massive empire showed signs of retreat along its three borders. Such a situation was not what Bu Fou In such chaotic circumstances, what could they do?
Tai Xu and Guangming were on guard against Infinite and Wuliang, with all four parties at odds with each other, harboring ulterior motives and never missing an opportunity to take advantage of others' misfortunes.
Time weighed heavily on them as they bore the blame for Cheng Zong's destruction, becoming scapegoats for Tian Dong Cultivators while nominally lagging behind.
Fortunately, there was still no movement from Qiankun outside Flowing Cloud Realm. However, Bu Luo Feng Xiao's appearances at the Great Jin Border were increasing, raising alarms at Jade Void Sect and prompting an increase in cultivators in that area.
The business at Sky's End Tower continued to thrive, as if that war had nothing to do with Hong Clan.
Wen Tian stood at Wanhui Wall, gently stroking the massive gray stone wall built from piles of rock. This wall was one of the few remnants of the Human Emperor Dynasty, a testament to ancient wisdom meant to defend against barbaric beast tribes.
The wall was covered with strange patterns that had become indecipherable over time. No one knew what these engravings depicted or what they meant. The structure of Bu Luo, Guang Nao, and Gray Wall was so sturdy that even ordinary magical tools could not pierce it; they would shatter instead. It was clear that Gray Wall was anything but an ordinary city wall.
Sima General had not appeared on the battlefield for a long time, drawing attention to the Wuyou Emperor.
A scout hurried over. Although Wen Tian had easily blocked Jiang Anbo's sword strike, few questioned Wen Tian's strength anymore. It had been a month since Wen Tian had engaged with Zhu Xian Mountain, and no one believed he could match the butcher. After all, the butcher of Zhu Xian Mountain had earned his reputation through countless battles, while Wen Tian had yet to prove himself in combat.
Wen Tian nodded. The autumn wind at Gray Wall could sometimes be more biting than the coldest breeze. He held a jug of hot wine in his hands, warming himself as he sought solace. A few days ago, Gu Ping had emerged from seclusion with news: San Sheng was participating in the war.
The scout was taken aback by Wen Tian's words, suddenly realizing that those matters were not something he should discuss with someone who might perish at any moment.
"Tell me if you hope I'm wrong about this war," he said, though he knew sacrifices were inevitable. "I don't deny it." Everyone would sacrifice; one must have faith in oneself. After all, what were mortals? Sometimes, mortals were not inferior to those cultivators.
"What about me, sir?" the scout suddenly asked, his tone sincere and devoid of sarcasm—something rare among the soldiers at Gray Wall Defense Line. They all said he was just an ordinary person and could never match the butcher's prowess.
Upon hearing this address, Wen Tian's hand trembled slightly, spilling a few drops of wine from his bowl. He hadn't even realized when he began to wish to be called "sir" by others. "I don't deny it." Once upon a time, that young man—the youngest among Gu Ping's generation—might have also wished for a long life.
The Sky East Tournament had ceased due to the ongoing war. The World of Mortals no longer had a place for young people to compete and hone their skills. Eastern Peak was occupied by Lu State, becoming a frontline outpost between Lu State and Great Jin.
Tiandong City had become the base for Eastern Legion, with countless Infinite cultivators joining the chaotic struggle for dominance. Many wondered what Infinite had sacrificed to gain Tiandong City for themselves.
As Bu Luo advanced northward with Eastern Legion, the name Heavenly God Wei gradually resonated across the battlefield, establishing him as a powerhouse on par with Xu Qiaoshui.
After years of honing his skills, Leng Gucun finally ascended to godhood, becoming the first among his generation to achieve such a feat. A hundred years passed swiftly for Bu Luo; the youth on the Heaven and Earth Rankings changed repeatedly, yet those familiar names were nowhere to be found.
The horn signaling an attack from Nine Nether Alliance sounded once more in Wen Tian's ears. Everyone looked forward to that battle's arrival. In just a few days, winter would descend upon them; the war in Northern Region would temporarily pause for the long cold season, giving those soldiers of Bu Luo and Foundation Establishment Realm a brief respite.
When Wen Tian saw the silhouette of Zhu Xian Mountain appear in the sky, he knew that the battle between the two was inevitable under the bright moon.
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