Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

Moreover, this great war is not just a war between the demonic path and the Yue Kingdom, but a reshuffling of power in the entire Tiannan region.

Various forces in Tiannan were annexing neutral territories. After several hundred years, only four major forces remained on the Tiannan continent: the Righteous Path, the Demonic Path, the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, and the Heavenly Path Alliance.

Chaos is imminent!

And that traitor from Spirit Beast Mountain.

Lin Feng remembered that in the original story, Spirit Beast Mountain betrayed them at a crucial moment and sided with the demonic path. In that battle, the seven sects suffered a crushing defeat, and Yellow Maple Valley cut its losses and sent a group of mediocre disciples with no background to serve as cannon fodder.

The betrayal at Spirit Beast Mountain occurred on the eve of the final battle, and the conflict is currently in a stalemate. The demonic path and the seven factions are exchanging blows along the border, but the intensity is not high and the danger is not significant.

This kind of low-intensity tug-of-war is perfect for taking advantage of chaos.

He could earn battle merits without actually losing his life. Before the final battle and the betrayal of Spirit Beast Mountain, he would find a way to escape.

"Let's just muddle through for now and see how things go," Lin Feng decided.

After letting everyone digest the information for a moment, Zhong Lingdao asked, "Fellow junior brothers and sisters, is there anything else you want to ask?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

No one speaks.

It's not that there are no problems, but rather that everyone knows them, so asking won't help.

The sect's order has been given; we have to go whether we want to or not.

Instead of wasting time here, we should go back and do more preparation.

Moreover, the pressure from the Core Formation cultivator enveloped the entire hall; that invisible oppression was like an unseen hand pressing on everyone's heart.

"Since there are no objections," Zhong Lingdao nodded, "all junior brothers and sisters can go back and pack their things. Three days later, gather at the council hall square, and take one thousand Qi Refining disciples to the front lines."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Foundation Establishment cultivators inside the hall began to walk out in twos and threes.

Some people were walking in a hurry, clearly rushing back to pack their things and prepare magical artifacts and elixirs.

Some people, however, were unhurried, as if they had expected this day, and carried all their belongings with them.

Lin Feng was in the same situation; he brought all his belongings with him when he arrived.

He found a spot outside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, circulated his internal energy, and waited quietly.

three days later.

More than a thousand people gathered in the square outside the council hall.

These thousand Qi Refining disciples, most of whom were in the late stage of Qi Refining, gathered in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones. Some had solemn expressions, while others looked tense.

The voices of a thousand people came together, like a pot of boiling porridge, buzzing and humming.

Lin Feng stood at the edge of the square, watching the group of disciples who were about to head to the battlefield, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up in his heart.

Of these people, how many will come back alive?

A moment later, a booming sound came from the horizon.

A golden light streaked across the sky from afar at an astonishing speed; one moment it was on the horizon, and the next it was already above the plaza.

The golden light receded, revealing the sharp-looking middle-aged man who had appeared in the council hall three days prior.

He hovered above the plaza, hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as lightning. A surge of spiritual pressure emanated from him, enveloping the entire plaza.

The noise of a thousand people vanished instantly.

The field was completely silent; even breathing had become much quieter.

Zhong Lingdao was the first to react, clasping his hands and bowing, saying, "Uncle-Master Huang."

A thousand Qi Refining disciples and dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators bowed in unison: "Disciples greet Martial Uncle."

Uncle Huang nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He took something out of his storage bag and tossed it into the air.

It was a palm-sized model of a flying boat, entirely orange-yellow, with dense array patterns engraved on its surface, shimmering with spiritual light.

After the flying boat was thrown into the air, it expanded with the wind, and in just a few breaths, it transformed into a colossal creature.

The flying boat was over fifty zhang long, over twenty zhang wide, and about ten zhang high. It was entirely orange-yellow, huge and eye-catching, with no superfluous carvings on its surface, except for the Yellow Maple Valley sect emblem engraved at the bow, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

The enormous shadow of the airship fell on the square, enveloping all of the more than a thousand people.

"Wow--"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the Qi Refining disciples.

This was also the first time Lin Feng had ever seen such a large flying boat.

"The cost of such a flying boat must be far beyond that of ordinary magical artifacts and treasures," Lin Feng thought to himself. "Yellow Maple Valley still has some resources."

Uncle Huang's voice came from the air, not loud, but clearly heard by everyone.

"Boarding."

After he finished speaking, he flashed and flew into the ship.

Zhong Lingdao waved his hand and said, "Everyone, board the ship in order. No crowding or noise!"

More than a thousand disciples began to board the ship one after another.

Qi Refining disciples boarded the flying boat via the gangways on either side, while Foundation Establishment cultivators flew directly inside. Lin Feng followed several Foundation Establishment cultivators onto the deck of the flying boat.

The deck is spacious; even with over a thousand people standing on it, it doesn't feel crowded.

The deck is surrounded by railings that are half a person high, with defensive array patterns engraved on them, and spiritual light flowing around them.

In the center of the deck was a three-story cabin, which was probably a place for the monks to rest and store supplies.

Uncle Huang stood at the bow of the ship, hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

Zhong Lingdao directed his disciples to arrange their positions on the deck, then walked over to Uncle Huang and whispered a few words to him. Uncle Huang nodded, took out a token from his sleeve, and infused it with spiritual energy.

The airship shook.

Then it slowly rose into the air.

The disciples on the deck gasped softly, but quickly fell silent.

As the flying boat ascended higher and higher, the main peak of Huangfeng Valley gradually became smaller beneath our feet, and clouds swept past us, offering a panoramic view of the entire Taiyue Mountain Range.

Lin Feng stood on the edge of the deck, holding onto the railing, looking down at the mountains and rivers rushing past below, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

Once he leaves, he doesn't know when he'll be able to return.

Maybe in a year, maybe he'll never come back.

"Who cares?" Lin Feng shook his head, banishing these sentimental thoughts from his mind. He turned and walked into the cabin, found a corner to sit down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Despite its enormous size, this giant flying boat is surprisingly fast. When the acceleration array patterns and wind-attribute arrays on its hull are fully activated, its speed is even faster than most Foundation Establishment cultivators' flying artifacts.

More than half a month later, the flying boat passed through one mountain range after another and crossed one winding river after another.

The lush forest gradually thinned out, and a somber atmosphere began to permeate the air.

Lin Feng walked out of the cabin, stood on the deck, and looked into the distance.

A cloud of smoke and dust hung over the horizon.

In the distance, one could vaguely see some low tents and stone houses, as well as some cultivators patrolling in the sky, their various colored lights intertwining like a swarm of busy bees.

There was a faint smell of burning in the air, as if something had been burned.

Zhong Lingdao's voice rang out on the deck: "Gentlemen, we have arrived at Jingu Plain."