“Ye Xiaoyou, I have gathered the strongest group of cultivators in the Holy Realm at the Celestial Court to deal with the incoming Nine Nether Army!”
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe, exuding an air of immortality, floated down, his face full of concern as he spoke in a deep voice.
During this time, Liu Huangshu, after intense contemplation, finally devised a shortcut to maximize the overall strength of the Celestial Court.
To achieve this, he utilized the precious resources born from the Holy Realm, relying on his expertise and abilities to set up a very special Holy Level Formation at the Celestial Court.
What makes it special?
It’s because this formation can condense the power of all spellcasters, unleashing destructive power far exceeding the sum of its parts with just one person controlling the formation’s core.
In simpler terms, it turns the Celestial Court into a War Fortress, allowing for immediate switching between defense and attack modes!
Liu Huangshu’s idea was straightforward — to gather the top-notch powerhouses of the Holy Realm around the Celestial Court, uniting their efforts to unleash strength far beyond their usual levels.
This move is akin to turning sand into a sea, with power that far surpasses individual efforts!
When Liu Huangshu shared this idea with Ye Junlin, Ye Junlin found it particularly interesting; it would also help alleviate some of his pressure, so he was fully supportive.
“Are they all here? Then let’s go take a look,” Ye Junlin said.
On the way, Liu Huangshu, with a complicated expression, reminded, “But not everyone has arrived; a few cultivators have gone awol, like the so-called Buddhist Emperor, Shijia Shengsi, who mysteriously vanished from the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. I suspect he’s already left the Holy Realm.”
Shijia Shengsi, shortly after the upheaval in the world, became a Saint by passing the Holy Tribulation, and he is one of the top powerhouses in this world; his departure is undoubtedly a huge loss for the Holy Realm!
“Heh, that old bald donkey? Honestly, whether he’s here or not is the same; he’s not worth mentioning!”
A trace of contempt flashed in Ye Junlin’s eyes as he scoffed.
He remembered that Ah Kun was subdued by that guy and turned into a mount. Later, when he confronted him, the dude had a holier-than-thou attitude, refusing to acknowledge the truth.
In the end, Ye Junlin had to teach him a lesson with his fists, and he finally became obedient.
Now, with disaster looming, this old bald donkey takes the chance to run away; considering their previous encounters, Ye Junlin was not surprised by his behavior at all!
There are those types of people, all high and mighty on the surface, preaching about righteousness, but when it comes down to life and death, they’re the quickest to flee!
Shijia Shengsi is a prime example!
To put it plainly, he’s a cowardly traitor who bolts when it’s time for battle. Ye Junlin, as the ruler of the Celestial Court, had every reason to execute him.
But since he’s already run off, it’s whatever; if he dares show his face again, there will only be one path ahead — death!
“Yes, yes, yes,” Liu Huangshu heard the disdain in Ye Junlin’s tone and quickly laughed nervously.
Upon returning to the Celestial Court, they were met with a large crowd of figures, both men and women, dressed in various attires, hailing from different races, all at least Half-Saints in cultivation.
“Look! It’s the Celestial Emperor!”
At this moment, they spotted Ye Junlin’s arrival, and their faces lit up with excitement, as if they had found their backbone, their eyes shining brightly.
Ye Junlin smiled, “Everyone, thanks for waiting.”
The previous crew were all Immortal Emperors, and now most of them were at the Half-Saint level, after all, the vast majority couldn’t clear the Holy Tribulation all at once, and those who had cleared it were extremely rare!
“Celestial Emperor, with this great battle approaching, we are willing to follow you to the death and stand together with the Holy Realm!” one of the Half-Saints stated solemnly.
“Willing to follow to the death, alongside the Holy Realm!”
In an instant, the venue erupted with deafening shouts, the voices resonating loudly in all directions.
Everyone was filled with fervor, eyes shining with the conviction to fight to the death.
Countless beings felt their blood boiling, ready to sacrifice themselves at any moment!
Seeing this scene, Liu Huangshu felt a quiet shock.
Such powerful cohesion; even under the long reign of the Immortal Court, this kind of effect was never achieved, yet now it was accomplished by a young man.
His heart was filled with both envy and emotion!
Ye Junlin waved his hand, “Everyone, just focus on living well; no need to talk about death or anything. Trust me, not only will we win, but we’ll win beautifully. This battle is our foundational war as the Celestial Court; after this, all races across the starry sky will regard us differently.”
His tone was calm, as if he was stating an unchangeable fact.
This display of composure and confidence made even the cultivators present submit to his style; this was the charm of a leader, silently influencing the emotions of the masses and stabilizing their hearts!
Liu Huangshu scanned the crowd, furrowing his brows, “Where’s the East Victory Sovereign?”
Ever since Tu Lie died, the position had been vacant, and with the situation changing, the Celestial Court decided to promote the strongest cultivator from the East Victory Sacred Region.
Upon further investigation, it turned out that the most influential and powerful figure in the East Victory Sacred Region was a newly risen sect leader of the Fire Cult, who led the current strongest demonic faction!
Given the special situation and the need for personnel, Liu Huangshu decided to bring him on board to contribute to resisting the Nine Nether Army.
Upon hearing this, the face of the gathered cultivators changed, revealing looks of surprise.
They had naturally heard of the newly appointed East Victory Sovereign, and there was some resistance in their hearts.
After all, from ancient times to now, the Demonic Path had remained oppressed and rarely made any significant contributions, yet in this new era, a Demonic Path figure rose up, establishing the strongest demonic force in the world, with unprecedented influence that made everyone tremble!
Especially this mysterious cult leader, with exceptional talent and cultivation reaching the Saint level, was pressuring countless righteous cultivators to the point where they couldn’t lift their heads.
Now, having taken the position of Sovereign, his power was overwhelming!
Seeing that he hadn’t shown up, everyone’s thoughts were mixed, unsure what to think.
Suddenly, a striking red light appeared in the sky, surrounded by terrifying golden flames, radiating a powerful sense of oppression.
“What is this…”
The crowd was jolted.
“Oh?” Tong Wudi raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.
He could feel an incredibly terrifying energy hidden within the newcomer.
Li Ruotong furrowed her brows; although her cultivation level was similar, she felt a sense of formidable competition, picturing the strength of the newcomer.
Under the gaze of the crowd, a powerful figure descended into the center of the venue, the surrounding golden flames dissipating, revealing her true form.
Dressed in fiery red, slender as a willow, her long black hair waved in the wind, her fair complexion flawless and beautiful, with a fiery mark on her forehead, eyes deep as the sea, exuding an enchanting aura.
She just stood there, making everything else fade into the background!
“You… are the newly appointed East Victory Sovereign?” Liu Huangshu asked uncertainly.
Clearly, the appearance of this person exceeded his expectations.
“Indeed,” Hong Qianye replied calmly.
Hearing this, the cultivators were stunned, finding it utterly unexpected.
They thought that this supreme figure of the Demonic Path would look either bloodthirsty and ferocious or roughly built and imposing, radiating a warlord’s aura.
Turns out, neither was the case!
“Never thought the current supreme of the Demonic Path would actually be a woman…” a male quietly muttered.
Hong Qianye turned and glared at him, “I am a man!”
She felt it necessary to clarify in such a situation.
Boom!
The crowd erupted in chaos.
A man could also look this beautiful? Who would believe this just based on looks!
Especially many female cultivators gazed at Hong Qianye with mixed expressions, feeling an inexplicable sense of inferiority…
This was too much for self-esteem!
At this moment, Ye Junlin smiled and said, “Little Hong, haven’t seen you in a while, don’t you want to come greet your Master?”
Without hesitation, Hong Qianye stepped forward, cupping her hands in respect to the silver-haired youth, saying:
“Disciple Hong Qianye greets Master!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell into silence!