nyslfriends Chapter 1731 Order in Turmoil, Unusual Movements from All Sides!
Chapter 1731 Order in Turmoil, Unusual Movements from All Sides!
but!
When the many powerful figures in the hall saw the imposing, awe-inspiring figure on the throne...
Feeling the supreme authority and absolute confidence contained in those words,
They had no choice but to believe.
after all!
Perhaps the patriarch doesn't care about their fate?
But surely no one would risk their life like that!
Moreover, they had personally witnessed the terrifying power displayed by their patriarch, a power capable of changing the very fabric of heaven and earth; perhaps…
The power it displayed earlier was just the tip of the iceberg of its true strength!
this moment,
The awe they felt for the new clan leader, 'Sha Minghong,' was like the deepest trench, growing ever stronger and spreading wildly in their hearts.
Immediately,
'Sha Minghong' said no more and directly issued the decree, his voice like the clang of metal, carrying an irresistible will:
"By order of the Supreme Being: Be established immediately as the 'True Dragon Expeditionary Legion'!"
"I will personally lead the army, with the elders of the clan as my deputy, overseeing the overall situation!"
"The First Expeditionary Force, with the [Pure Spirit Army] as its backbone, has expanded to a force of one million!"
Legion Commander, Shark King Spirit!
"Deputy Commander, Second Elder!"
The voice just fell.
Standing beside the throne was Shark King Spirit, clad in dark gold, ferocious armor, exuding an aura as fierce as an ancient sea beast.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, whose aura was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss (the Second Elder) stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming and filled with fighting spirit:
"Your humble servant, Shark King Ling, receives the order!"
"This old man obeys the clan leader's command!"
next moment,
Two tokens, radiating a chilling light, flew out of the throne as if they were alive, landing precisely in the hands of the two individuals.
The token, with its mysterious runes flowing across it, is a symbol of command over the legion.
"The Second Expeditionary Force, based on the Black Spirit Guard, will be expanded to 800,000! Legion Commander..."
"The Third Expeditionary Force, composed of..."
'Sha Minghong's' voice did not pause for a moment, and a series of clear and ruthless commands were issued like the beating of war drums.
One by one, powerful demon lords or clan elders stepped forward, bowed, and accepted the tokens that symbolized power and responsibility.
As military orders were issued, the atmosphere inside the main hall gradually shifted from doubt to grimness, and a war storm about to sweep across the deep sea was brewing here.
Finally, 'Sha Minghong's' voice rang out again, adding:
"All resources, armor, pills, and spirit stones needed by the expeditionary force shall be allocated and distributed under the full authority of the clan elders, and there shall be no errors!"
Once the three armies are fully prepared, we will immediately set off, our forces heading straight for the Golden Dragon Clan!
His gaze swept over the assembled generals standing solemnly below:
"Now, all of you shall stand down immediately and begin preparations!"
No delays allowed!
"I will obey your orders!"
"I will obey the clan chief's order!"
Before the thunderous applause had even subsided, the imposing figure on the high throne, radiating supreme majesty, had already faded and disappeared silently, like ink dissolving in water.
Only a tiny ripple remained in the space, spreading silently, indicating that the owner had already left.
Afterwards, the demon lords and elders in the main hall seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden and straightened up.
They either whispered among themselves in twos and threes or pondered alone, each carrying their own thoughts and tasks, as they walked out of the magnificent hall that symbolized the core of power.
Not long after.
The hall, which had just been filled with arguments, intimidation, and chilling orders, fell completely silent.
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Deep in the forbidden sea, due east.
The void was like solidified black jade, so profound it was unsettling.
Above this boundless curtain of darkness, two enormous golden cocoons of light hang high, like two slumbering stars, emitting a soft yet undeniable glow.
The surface of the cocoon of light was covered with mysterious and complex runes, which appeared and disappeared intermittently. Each flash caused the sparse laws around it to tremble slightly.
Through the translucent cocoon wall, the silhouettes of two figures sitting cross-legged could be vaguely seen, like ancient deities embedded in amber.
Not bad.
Inside that cocoon of light were the human cultivator Cheng Buzheng and the High Priest of the Purgatory Clan!
Like greedy gluttons, they were endlessly drawing from the trickle of water flowing down below—
Those were the purest particles of the original law, which were repeatedly tempered and purified by the golden-red cage of laws and finally dissipated!
These particles, as fine as dust, contain immense power capable of changing the world, and are continuously and seamlessly merging into the cocoon of light.
As time silently slips away...
The scene inside the cocoon of light became increasingly horrifying.
Although Cheng Buzheng and the High Priest's figures were blurry, the aura emanating from them was like a dormant volcano, brewing a world-destroying power beneath a calm surface.
The aura continued to rise, condense, and expand, with each faint pulse causing ripples to spread and distort the surrounding void.
They were like two ancient demon gods being conceived in the chaos, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, waiting for the moment they broke out of their cocoons to stir up the world and restore order!
at the same time,
Below, at the core of the enormous cage woven from golden-red law chains, oval-shaped crimson particles surged forth—
That is precisely what was imprisoned, the very source of "fuel"—
It is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The light of the cage dimmed, and the runes flowing on it seemed powerless.
Obviously.
When this last trace of pure, fundamental law-based particle was completely devoured...
That will be the day when these two "demon gods" achieve perfect enlightenment and reappear in the world!
That will be earth-shattering and shake the entire Forbidden Sea!
Secret Realm: Peace City.
Cheng Buzheng's life was not wasted either.
He sat upright in the quiet room, surrounded by the flow of Daoist energy, or pondered deeply over the ancient Daoist texts floating in the air, his fingertips sparkling with spiritual light, trying to decipher the profound principles of heaven and earth contained within them;
Or close your eyes and concentrate, letting your mind sink into the vast and boundless chaotic void, sensing the most primordial and also the most violent and unpredictable chaotic laws.
His every breath seemed to resonate subtly with the pulse of the entire secret realm, his aura as deep and profound as an abyss.
at the same time.
The top forces of the human race also sensed that something was wrong.
On this day, the peace was shattered.
In the center of Zhenhai City stands the magnificent hall that symbolizes the supreme authority of the Human Alliance—
Outside the Zhenhai Hall, streaks of light, tearing through the sky and carrying a suffocatingly powerful aura, converged from all directions.
The streaks of light fell like meteors, landing precisely on the plaza in front of the main hall, revealing figures with profound auras and overwhelming power.
The cultivators in the city stopped and looked up, their eyes filled with astonishment and curiosity.
"what happened?
Why are these rarely seen semi-saintly ancestors gathered in Zhenhai City today?
"Look at those clothes... Is that the Kuru Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect?"
Didn't he seclude himself in seclusion for hundreds of years?
"Hiss... Was that figure that tore through the void just now the 'Heaven-Splitting Sword' senior from the Immortal Fusion Sect?"
"And there's also the 'Mysterious Turtle Master' from the Guiyuan Immortal Sect!"
Almost all the semi-saint patriarchs from the top immortal sects of the Immortal Alliance have arrived!
"This commotion... could it be that the Immortal Alliance and the Zhenhai Alliance are about to join forces to launch a full-scale attack on the Demon Alliance?"
Someone speculated.
however,
Some experienced and well-informed old cultivators frowned deeply, their faces showing not curiosity but deep worry.
"Something's not right...something's very wrong!" an elderly, white-haired cultivator muttered to himself.
"The half-saint ancestors of the top forces of the immortal and demonic paths gathered together. The last time was to conquer the Purgatory Clan... but that time it was presided over by the Nascent Soul Venerable!"
Why is there only half a statue this time?
"A storm is coming..."
Just as everyone's thoughts were in turmoil—
boom!
A monstrous demonic power suddenly erupted from the direction of the teleportation hall, like a tangible black wave, instantly sweeping across a small part of the immortal city!
Countless low-level cultivators were overwhelmed and their faces turned pale.
A figure clad in a jet-black demonic robe soared into the sky, making no attempt to conceal his identity as a demonic master. He was enveloped in rolling demonic clouds and flew straight towards the Zhenhai Palace.
"It's...it's the Blood River Ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect!" someone exclaimed in shock.
"The Demon Alliance's bigwigs have arrived too!"
"Top experts from both the immortal and demonic paths have gathered at Zhenhai Palace."
What...what earth-shattering matter are they going to discuss?
The cultivators who had just been speculating about the war between immortals and demons were now speechless, their last bit of hope gone, replaced by a deeper unease.
Then,
One after another, figures exuding demonic aura, some sinister, some domineering, rose from the direction of the teleportation hall, silently flying towards the Zhenhai Hall with a chilling pressure.
Almost all the semi-saint level experts from the top forces of the human race have gathered here!
This unprecedented scene, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a storm in Zhenhai City.
Panic, speculation, and unease spread rapidly among the monks.
Most people realize that a momentous change, capable of overturning the existing order, is probably brewing.
After all, Zhenhai Alliance, as a neutral location, is the only place where the three major alliances can discuss important matters.
The last time such a large gathering occurred, news of the conquest of the Purgatory Clan soon spread.
This time, although the Nascent Soul Venerable was absent, the Half-Venerable Ancestors came out in full force, and their significance and the danger they foreshadowed were equally terrifying!
Some quick-thinking and perceptive cultivators turned around and rushed towards the teleportation hall without hesitation.
They just wanted to get out of the eye of the storm as soon as possible and seek refuge in the relatively safe inland areas.
No one wants to become a victim in the power struggle between giants.
Inside the Zhenhai Hall.
The heavy palace doors slowly closed, shutting out all the noise and prying eyes from the outside world.
The hall is spacious, with a high dome and flowing spiritual light.
At this moment, the throne representing the highest power of the three major alliances of the human race was already filled with people.
On the left, the Immortal Alliance faction: the withered and flourishing patriarch of the Myriad Immortals Sect, the Xuanjian Venerable of the Returning Origin Immortal Sect, and the Heaven-Splitting Sword of the Fusion Immortal Sect...
His air of otherworldly grace was tinged with unfathomable magical power.
On the right, the Demon Alliance faction: Blood River Half-Venerable of the Blood Fiend Sect, Soul Silence Master of the Primal Soul Palace, Seven Emotions Old Monster of the Myriad Desires Demon Sect...
The eerie atmosphere was filled with a chilling aura of malevolence.
In the center, the Zhenhai Alliance faction: has the fewest members.
But each of them possessed a calm and steady demeanor, and sharp and piercing eyes; they were the masters of this place and the conveners of this meeting.
After the last old monster from the Primal Soul Palace took his seat, the hall fell into a solemn silence, as if the air had frozen.
One of the main seats was occupied by a half-saint cultivator from the Zhenhai Alliance.
An elderly man with a simple, ancient face and eyes as deep as a pool surveyed the entire hall, his deep yet clear voice echoing in every corner:
"Now that all fellow Daoists have gathered, I will get straight to the point."
Surely... you all have a premonition that something drastic is about to happen in the depths of the Forbidden Sea?
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Whether they were giants of the immortal path or the demonic path, their faces had lost their usual composure or arrogance, replaced by an indescribable solemnity and...
A deeply hidden unease.
The air was so heavy it felt like it could drip water.
The elder of the Zhenhai Alliance swept his gaze across the silent faces and continued, his tone heavier than ever before:
"If this change is true, once the news leaks, the entire landscape of the cultivation world will be turned upside down!"
The foundation laid by our ancestors through arduous pioneering efforts, the accumulated heritage over countless years, and even...
The transmission of any tradition is in danger of collapse!
"At this critical juncture, I propose that all parties set aside past grievances, temporarily cease hostilities, and join hands to jointly defend against this unknown calamity!"
Otherwise, when the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?
Gentlemen...do you agree?
The silence remained, a suffocating silence.
The grudges between the immortals and demons have been brewing for a long time; how easy is it to let go of those grudges?
However, the ominous premonition from the Forbidden Sea, and the panic of losing contact with the Nascent Soul Ancestor, were like invisible shackles, tightening the minds of every half-saint.
at last,
Within the Demon Alliance camp, the Blood River Ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect, who exuded a faint aura of twilight and seemed to have just crawled out of his grave, broke the silence with a hoarse, piercing laugh:
"Hehehe... Old man Hai Yuan, what are you trying to hide!"
I do not know what happened in the depths of the Forbidden Sea, but my soul connection with the Blood Sea Demon Lord has indeed been severed for many days!
I imagine that most of you here are in a similar situation, right?
Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here today!
His crimson eyes swept over the members of the Immortal Alliance, a hint of mockery in them:
"Therefore, I agree to join forces!"
No one can escape this mess unscathed!
The voice just fell,
Within the Immortal Alliance camp, the Xuanjian Half-Venerable of the Guiyuan Immortal Sect, with his graying hair and seemingly nearing the end of his life, slightly raised his eyelids, his cloudy gaze falling upon the Blood River Ancestor. His voice was indifferent yet carried an invisible pressure:
"Fellow Daoist Blood River, be careful with your words."
The whereabouts of the Nascent Soul Venerable are unpredictable, and his supernatural powers are vast. How could we presume to know his whereabouts?
A loss of contact is not necessarily a bad omen.
That being said, the fleeting look of worry deep in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.
Blood River Ancestor snorted coldly, completely ignoring the "polite words" of Xuanjian Half-Venerable, and continued speaking to himself:
"Join forces?"
Talk is cheap!
My proposal is that the first thing to do is to block all news about the disappearance of the Nascent Soul Ancestor!
Not a single word can be leaked!
Otherwise, once the news spreads, those lurking demons and monsters, those with ulterior motives, will surely take the opportunity to stir up trouble!
When that time comes, order will collapse and demons will run rampant. Forget about joining forces to resist the calamity, we'll be in deep trouble just cleaning up our own backyard!
What do you all think?
This time, the response was no longer silence.
"Can!"
"···"
...(End of this chapter)