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Chapter 809 The Three Frontiers, the Three Gods Arrive
Before the battle gate, the leaders stared at the cold-looking map, on which the mountains and rivers of the southern region were displayed in exquisite detail.

"Now that the three borders have been established, their boundaries should be clearly defined."

Lu Zhenjun's voice clearly reached everyone's ears. He pointed his whisk towards the depths of the Silver Lake in the picture and said, "First, the Great Cloud Floating Mountain."

A field of light suddenly expanded in the image, its range centered on the Great Cloud Floating Mountain in Falling Silver Lake.
This includes the most secluded and chaotic demon lairs and palaces within the lake, and extends to the several watercourses in the lake that connect to the ancient celestial river three thousand five hundred feet below the earth's core, where the essence of the waters has been drowned.

"This place is deep and dark, filled with foul odors, which is just right for the fifth and even sixth realms to resolve cause and effect."

The boundaries of this territory were thus defined—extending north to Kuguizhou, south to Duanyuji, west to Zangxingxia, and east to Vortex Eye.

Upon closer inspection, Ji Ming realized that the area encircled by Lu Zhenjun was entirely located in the place where the demonic aura of the Cloud and Rain Temple was most intense and the water veins and earthly evil were most abundant. Among them, the most central place, the Great Cloud Floating Mountain, was the sacred site of the Cloud and Rain Temple.

If the high-ranking immortals of Taiping Mountain were to fight here, the Qingling Dao Body and the orthodox Xuanmen techniques would be suppressed by the Yunyu Temple's geographical advantage. However, there are also advantages. Once the fifth and sixth realms truly clash, this entire territory will be affected. At that time, the whole land will sink, and it is not impossible for the Yunyu Temple's foundation to be destroyed.

However, if the three realms were ranked according to their cultivation level, Ji Ming would not have to deal with the three gods in the Cloud and Rain Temple or the Four Fiends of Cloud Floating for the time being.

"Secondly, Liling, a blessed land of five poisons, can be used as the main battle zone."

Lu Zhenjun flicked his whisk again, and a crimson, blood-red light field lit up, starting from the Guancai Cave in Liling, winding like a snake, running straight to the southeast, encompassing Chaogou Mountain and the surrounding hundreds of miles of land.

"This is the arena where the main forces compete. All cultivators of the fourth realm and Yuan Dan Great Demons are welcome to enter."

The boundary is defined by the Wangzi Pool on the Zhongyi Immortal Mountain, one of the Five Poisonous Blessed Lands, extending outwards by a territory of 180 li.

Standing beside the True Lord, Li Zhu Gao Zhen clapped his hands and praised, "Excellent! We have been managing the Five Poisons Blessed Land for a long time. We have prepared all kinds of methods and have the support of array diagrams, which is very beneficial for our disciples to defend and counterattack."

Among them, Qingxiao Cliff is an isolated and dangerous place. Jueguang's nephew has cultivated it for many years, making it as solid as bronze and iron. If used as a weapon, it can be used for both offense and defense. Furthermore, the treacherous terrain outside the cliff can be used to weaken the temple's divine and ghostly core members.

The designation of this area clearly incorporates the fortified stronghold of Taipingshan, which has been built up over many years, into its core, in order to take full advantage of the terrain.

Ji Ming still remembered that the True Lord had refined a furnace of external elixirs, which were now secretly placed at the former site of the Snake Immortal lineage in the Five Poisons Blessed Land—below Prince Pool on Mount Yixian. The elixirs were being nurtured by the power of that blessed land, which was also an important method during the great calamity.

"Thirdly, the outer perimeter of the Heavenly River Altar can be considered a battle zone."

A region of shimmering blue light illuminated, encircling the entire 300-mile-long expanse of cold, turbulent waters surrounding the Heavenly River Altar.

"This domain is specifically set up for disciples of the third realm and below, as well as their demon soldiers and ghost soldiers. The boundary is defined by the cold waves three hundred miles outside the altar. Anyone who crosses the boundary will be punished by iron law."

Master Xuan Ying nodded slightly: "This realm is quite suitable. The cold waves outside the altar were originally transformed from the Qinghe Chuisu Array Diagram, which weakens evil spirits. Fighting in this area will give our disciples some support and minimize casualties, while also honing our skills."

Everyone knew that although these three territories were clear, the Cloud and Rain Temple must have its own plans, and there would definitely be a different explanation later.

However, it is not yet time for the two sides to discuss this together. The leaders still need to finalize the list of names from the three regions of Da Yunfu, Wudu, and Hanbo.

"As for the list."

Lu Zhenjun's face showed an unusual seriousness as he said, "In the regulations established by our sect's patriarchs and immortals, it is stipulated that after both sides' lists are signed, once they enter the territory, they will compete in magic. If any person is removed from one side's list, they can be added back."

Upon hearing this, everyone present reacted with surprise.

In this way, these three regions are like three gambling tables, and once you go there, it's hard to get off.

No one would question the provisions in this charter, nor would anyone dare to discuss it lightly, for doing so would inevitably be seen as cowardice.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

Master Xinghua spoke.

When Master Xinghua spoke, everyone felt a sense of both surprise and inevitability.

Among all the leaders, when it comes to caring for the disciples of the sect, Master Xinghua is undoubtedly the best. No one can compare to him in this respect. Now, Master Xinghua is clearly willing to risk being seen as cowardly to discuss this rule.

“With my senior brother in charge of the Great Cloud Floating Frontier, I am not worried; the Five Poisons Frontier also has pillars and talents in the sect, so there is nothing wrong with that. But in the Cold Wave Frontier, the disciples do not yet have enough cultivation. How can they withstand such hardships?”

The three officials rippled the water in the mirror and condensed it into a line of ancient seal script: "The matter of the register, the True Lord must have considered. Moreover, there are many high-ranking cultivators in the sect, including several Dao disciples who have received guidance from us elders and are deliberately suppressing their cultivation in order to achieve the Azure-grade Golden Core."

Ji Ming's expression shifted as he thought of his disciple, Ding Ruyi. Ding Ruyi had been pursuing high-grade golden pills, even after he had already depleted his vital essence. The root of this was the "guidance" he received from the upper mansion.

Ripples appeared on the miniature spiritual river outside You Rongzi's knees. His thoughts raced, and he began to speak.

"In the cold and desolate borderlands, the key is to 'revolve without ceasing'."

A system of three shifts and four sentries could be established, allowing the three peaks, one prefecture, and various branch altars, along with their underworld protectors, to take turns fighting, supported by the underworld army. This would prevent disciples from becoming exhausted, make it difficult for demons to predict their true intentions, and allow for the selection of capable individuals through actual combat.

Ji Ming said, "If it really comes to a critical moment, the demon protectors within our Daoist Service Division can fill the vacancies to ensure the survival of our forces."

Upon hearing about the Taoist service office of He Guan, many elders frowned.

They weren't against the demons in the Dao Yi Si (道役司), but at this critical moment, any power could be used, even a double-edged sword.

However, not opposing it does not mean not worrying. If the demons in the Daoist Bureau were to perform great deeds during the great calamity, it would be even more difficult to deal with them properly in the future, or they might become too powerful to control.

Ji Ming continued, "In the Five Poisons Territory, it is difficult for anyone who is not at the pinnacle of the four realms to survive. The list is of the highest quality, and should select the most powerful individuals who have profound cultivation, unique magic, and possess extraordinary treasures. Anyone with any shortcomings in cultivation should be carefully considered."

His gaze swept over You Rongzi and Luo Ji, and he said, "You Rongzi's Spirit River is powerful and inexhaustible; Luo Ji's Golden-Winged Roc is extremely fast and incomparably sharp. Both are the best choices for this region."

Ji Ming felt a little sorry for Zhang Xiaoyuan. If the other party had not yet reached the fifth realm, he would definitely be at a crushing level in the Five Poisons Territory.

But in Zhang Xiaoyuan's heart, the achievement of defeating the enemy in four border regions is probably not enough. What Zhang Xiaoyuan craves is a great achievement that is truly monumental.

Ji Ming then thought of himself. Once the three regions were settled and the list was signed, the competition to enter the regions would be imminent. Wouldn't he have to refine the Ruyi Treasure in advance, and those long-hidden techniques would have to be activated prematurely, thus losing his naturalness?

"If...the Five Poisons Territory were to be exchanged for Mount Tianteng"

Ji Ming thought to himself.

In an instant, Ji Ming had the idea of ​​secretly communicating with the True Lord, explaining some of his arrangements at Tianteng Mountain, but he felt it was not quite appropriate. After all, the True Lord must have made many arrangements in the Five Poisons Blessed Land, and that furnace of immortal pills alone was more effective than any words from him.

As various thoughts flashed through his mind, he suddenly saw Lu Zhenjun's double pupils looking at him.

"Don't be impatient, just observe the situation."

Lu Zhenjun's voice echoed in his heart, and Ji Ming felt a sense of relief. He naturally gave him his trust and began to make a hand seal in response.

The others naturally saw Ji Ming's actions. At such a special time, the interaction between Ji Ming and Lu Zhenjun was bound to be interpreted endlessly, giving rise to many speculations.

With the boundaries of the three regions clear and the standards for the two lists well-defined, the next step is to address the details.

As for the list of names in the Great Cloud Floating Frontier, there's basically nothing to discuss or debate. Moreover, Lu Zhenjun seems to have already made up his mind, so naturally no one will interrupt on this matter.

"coming!"

On the other side of the battle gate, where everyone was facing each other in the distance, the turbid waves of the vast lake suddenly parted.

Three precious chariots flew out from among them, followed closely by three groups of sea-patrolling gods, ghosts, demons, and monsters, majestic and awe-inspiring, striking the great Dharma drum and blowing the great Dharma conch.

Among them are the Old Demon's Enforcement Sword, the Evil God's Treasure Banner, the Fierce Ghost's Trembling Thunder, the Heretical Path's Dazzling Lightning, and celestial music playing in unison. Exotic fragrances fill the air, and auspicious colors spread across the sky, creating a scene of fragrant rain and jade-like spray.

The three carriages stopped before the three water mirrors and the heads of state.

The gods and ghosts in the Cloud and Rain Temple reside outside the Upper Altar Lake.

At this moment, a gentle breeze passed by, and the cold waves on the lake outside the altar unexpectedly rippled, as if an invisible force was secretly vying for power.

On the three palanquins, the three seated figures, their faces shrouded in a hazy mist, their forms both real and ethereal, were clearly the three deities of Mourning Gate, Dangerous Path, and Drought Land.

Before these three precious chariots, there were a dozen or so "attendants," some covered in scales and horns, some wearing robes and holding tablets, and some hunched over and covering their faces. In short, their auras were obscure, making it difficult to distinguish between humans, ghosts, demons, and monsters. They were the leaders of the gods and ghosts under the temple and their allies, the evil demons and their evil party.

(End of this chapter)