Published: March 3, 2025
In the Dao Sect, Li Changfeng's face flushed red with excitement.
He waved his fists and let out deafening shouts!
That powerful voice echoed in every corner of the training ground.
It seemed to carry a peculiar magical power, resonating with the hearts of those who heard it.
On the training ground, countless disciples of the Yuan Yang Sect were moved; their sealed memories awakened, and they felt an inexplicable surge of blood boiling within them, eager to summon their magical artifacts and seek battle with the cultivators of the Heavenly Harmony Sect.
After all, whether in the past or present, the territories of the two sects bordered each other, and conflicts, big and small, had never ceased.
Among them were some who had left unpleasant memories from their encounters with the cultivators of the Heavenly Harmony Sect.
The rest, even if they hadn't experienced it firsthand, had heard the tales.
With old grudges and new grievances, combined with heavy bounties and the elders leading the charge, their fighting spirit was ignited.
A strong sense of belonging to their sect was awakened.
"I" and "you" became "we"!
We are fellow disciples, raised under the same banner, deeply benefitted and protected by our sect.
We share a common enemy—the Heavenly Harmony Sect!
As Li Changfeng's aged and commanding voice fell, the disciples were deeply affected, and the younger ones flushed with excitement.
However, the place fell into a brief silence, like the prelude to an impending storm.
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"
Just half a breath later, dozens of voices in the crowd rose almost simultaneously.
Each shout was filled with desperation!
The disciples, like waking from a dream, immediately responded with hoarse voices.
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood!!!"
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood~!!"
The shouts rose and fell, increasingly fervent, mixed with emotions that were hard to articulate.
The same words, shouted from the mouths of countless cultivators, converged into an overwhelming wave of sound.
Even the outer sect disciples, dressed in gray robes and at the mid stage of qi refinement, felt a sense of "who else but me."
The mountain-like sound echoed in the air above the training ground, making one feel the steadfast will and terrifying power contained within.
"Buzzing~"
The faint red shield surrounding the camp rippled in waves under the onslaught of the sound waves.
It was evident how magnificent this momentum was; even Golden Core Elders would be astonished.
United as one!
"Good!"
On the high platform at the front of the formation, Li Changfeng, Qi Yuntian, He Rulong, and six other elders exchanged satisfied nods.
With morale high, the disciples of the sect were united, and even if the Heavenly Harmony Sect was formidable, what was there to fear?
"With such disciples under our banner, how can we worry about the downfall of the Heavenly Harmony Sect?!"
The six exchanged glances and subtly nodded in agreement.
Immediately, taking advantage of the soaring spirits of the disciples, Li Changfeng formally issued the order to deploy.
"All troops, advance!!!"
With the command, the faint red light shield covering the camp vanished.
Under the direct involvement of the foundation establishment steward, over ten thousand disciples of the Yuan Yang Sect were divided into three groups and began to ascend steadily using their magical artifacts.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
In just a few breaths, three long lines of light formed and gradually flew toward the borders.
Those whose cultivation was below the Golden Core realm could not fly with their bodies.
Thus, the cultivators of the Yuan Yang Sect either rode magical artifacts or took flying boats to travel.
"Boom boom"
The sounds of breaking air echoed as massive flying boats ascended, with dozens of the Yuan Yang Sect's iconic "Return to Origin Boats" reappearing before the eyes of countless cultivators.
In addition, there was the high-level spiritual vessel, "Cangwu."
"Whoosh whoosh~"
As the army moved, the sound of breaking air rose and fell.