Longzang

Chapter 702 The Storm Has Arrived
It wasn't that Feng Chutang had any prejudice against Chuhe, but rather that they had been in the same Azure Realm for so long that they knew each other quite well. A sudden, unusual change was unlikely to be a sudden enlightenment; a demonic possession was more probable, and it wasn't unheard of for someone to be possessed by a demon or have their primordial spirit replaced.

Wei Yuan also found it strange, but as the Lord of the Realm, he had once used the power of the Realm to examine Chuhe Zhenren and found nothing unusual. Therefore, he could only conclude that the old Taoist had great fortune and had a fortuitous encounter.

The two discussed it for a while and were relieved to find that Old Daoist Chuhe was alright.

At this point, there was no intelligence whatsoever about the Whip of the North; the only option was to slowly seek opportunities to hunt them down as the war progressed.

Just as Feng Chutang was about to take his leave, both of them changed color at the same time, feeling a huge and terrifying thought sweep over them.

This intent was icy and fierce, sweeping across the entire northern mountain gate like a storm. Then, a groan was heard from the void, and the world changed. A part of that intent instantly froze!

Then a storm that seemed to carry the entire galaxy rose into the sky and collided head-on with the massive intent rolling in from the north!
Wei Yuan felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and then he could neither hear nor see anything. It was as if the world had separated from him at that moment and kicked him away.

Fortunately, his senses returned quickly, but Wei Yuan felt an indescribable discomfort from the inside out. He looked around and noticed that Feng Chutang was leaning on the table, blood trickling from her ears and nose, her face deathly pale.

Wei Yuan hurriedly went over to support him, but the internal Dao power within his body was like the tide, rising and falling, making it difficult for him to even control the force of his attacks.

Wei Yuan immediately realized that this was not his problem, but rather that the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth around him was undergoing violent changes and distortions, causing his Dao power to also lose control.

Wei Yuan dared not use any Taoist techniques at this moment, as he did not know what the consequences would be if he used any Taoist techniques now. He could only help Feng Chutang sit down and rely on his own physical body to withstand the attack.

He was horrified; this was the first time he had directly experienced the terror of a battle between immortals. This wasn't even the aftershocks; the mere impact on the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth had already injured him. Feng Chutang's physical body was weaker, and his injuries were already quite severe.

The storm did not last long. After a fierce collision, the terrifying will that swept in from the north finally receded, leaving behind a small piece that had been completely solidified. The northern mountain gate returned to tranquility once again.

"Did the patriarch win?" Wei Yuan asked.

Feng Chutang shook his head and said, "I can't say for sure either. But with the support of the Northern Mountain Sect, our patriarch will definitely win as long as the strength is equal."

Wei Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked north.

In his divine sense, a beam of light came from the far north, turned into a meteor, and fell to the ground, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and the heavenly laws to change. Wei Yuan's divine sense vision instantly became infinitely far, and he saw a broken ancient stele fall from the sky and stand on the ground!
The ancient stele fell to the ground, altering the laws of heaven and earth. Endless sandstorms transformed into a yellowish-brown storm, sweeping in all directions. The storm grew higher and fiercer, eventually reaching hundreds of feet in height, pressing down on the northern mountain gate like a mountain!

From the center of the northern mountain gate, four stars—three large and one small—rose up and stood in the sky, turning the midday sky into night. Their cool starlight shone down, illuminating the vast land.

Under the starlight, the sandstorm gradually dissipated. When it reached within a hundred miles of Wei Yuan's town, it finally collapsed, transforming into a raging wind carrying sand and dust that swept across the land. Although this wind was fierce, it was now an ordinary wind and posed no threat.

At this moment, Ji Liuli, Feng Tingyu, and Sun Yu appeared beside Wei Yuan, all looking north. Not only Wei Yuan, but also Feng Chutang, Ji Liuli, and other Dharma Aspect cultivators could see the ancient stele thousands of miles away.

Feng Chutang's expression suddenly changed, and she said, "This is the Left Wise King's natal immortal treasure, the Dingyue Stele! Isn't the Left Wise King currently engaged in a great battle with the Silver Moon Khan? Why has his natal immortal treasure suddenly been delivered to us?"

Ji Liuli also said, "The Dingyue Stele can change the heavens and earth, greatly increase the power of the land and wind, and repel other elements. The Liao people within its range will be blessed and their strength will increase greatly. Why would he send such a powerful weapon of war here instead of keeping it with Silver Moon Khan?"

"Silver Moon Khan, isn't that also a Liao tribe?" Wei Yuan asked.

Feng Chutang then explained that the Silver Moon Khan possessed mysterious dragon power and could also draw upon lunar power, also known as the power of Yin. His enhancement of warriors significantly surpassed that of other Liao tribes, doubling their strength. Previously, the Northern Mountain Gate had suffered considerable losses on the battlefield. Therefore, to defeat the Silver Moon Khan, it was necessary to break his enhancement of the warriors; thus, the Dingyue Stele was the ultimate weapon.

After hearing the explanation, Wei Yuan suddenly had a thought and said, "The Liao tribe is going to launch a full-scale attack!"

The Left Wise King placed his natal divine treasure here to counteract the geographical advantage of the northern mountain gate. Next, he will surely mobilize a large army for a full-scale attack.

Wei Yuan's reminder brought this to the attention of all the cultivators, their expressions changing slightly, but they remained calm. They were all seasoned veterans, having witnessed countless battles, and were not easily alarmed before the fight even began.

Wei Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, "The Left Wise King attacked the northern mountain gate head-on and even established his natal immortal treasure. He's simply insane, acting as if someone had eaten his life-giving potential."

The cultivators all burst into laughter, but after a couple of laughs, they suddenly fell silent and stared at Feng Chutang.

Feng Chutang didn't smile from the very beginning.

Three thousand miles to the north, a ferocious and terrifying giant winged dragon landed, spewing two streams of sand-and-fire breath from its nostrils. A Liao general leaped off the dragon's back. He was two heads taller than the rest of the Liao people, extremely robust, and had several small eyes on his profile behind his eyes.

He walked to the ancient stele, which was ten zhang tall, and respectfully bowed. Then he took out an ancient seal from his bosom and pressed it onto the stele. The seal disappeared into the stone, and the ancient stele immediately transformed into a magnificent hall that was tens of zhang tall.

The Liao general entered the main hall and saw a tall chair in the center, with four chairs on each side, one of which was emitting light and beckoning him.

He immediately sat down and felt an endless, terrifying power surge into his body, brutally tearing apart his original muscles and then generating new ones. He roared in extreme pain, two fangs slowly protruding from his mouth, and several thick bone spurs emerging from his shoulders and back. His aura also became violent and wild.

Another Liao general entered the hall. His gaze fell on the previous general, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He sat down in the outermost seat opposite him, and then began to howl in pain, enduring the infusion of immortal power beyond his limits.

In a short while, four Liao generals entered the main hall one after another. Their seats had already been determined, and each of them received different amounts of immortal power.

Then a Liao woman entered the main hall. She had dark silver eyes and long, dark silver hair that was braided into countless small braids.

She had two short swords at her waist, their black and silver scabbards adorned with ancient myths and legends of the Northern Liao Dynasty, displayed in the most ornate style. Tiny silver flames emanated from the scabbards, falling to the ground and lingering for a long time, drawing a path of burning silver flames behind her.

Her gaze swept over the four generals in the hall, her face expressionless, and she sat down in the central seat. However, after taking her seat, her expression remained unchanged, and she did not infuse any immortal power into it.

She sat languidly, leaning back in her chair, one hand propping up her head, her legs spread wide, simply staring at the entrance of the hall. After waiting for a while, she finally grew impatient and said, "Where is the Whip of the North? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

A tall figure appeared at the palace gate, his face obscured by the light from outside, making his expression impossible to discern. He spoke in a low voice, "I have arrived, but I dare not accept the Left Wise King's favor. I will simply stand at the gate."

The Liao woman said, "Do you still think you have a chance to ascend to immortality? If you don't accept the King's grace, you won't be able to get through this calamity."

The Liao man remained standing still and said, "Even if I can't get through, it's because I'm not strong enough, and I can't blame anyone else."

A murderous glint flashed in the woman's eyes as she coldly said, "The King specifically instructed me to warn you of the impending doom. I have warned you, but you've chosen to die, so don't blame me."

(End of this chapter)