If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Zhou Ming looked up and saw that the scene of fierce fighting was everywhere he looked.

A large number of cultivators clad in black armor were locked in a fierce battle with a group of strangely shaped and incongruous enemies.

These enemies are described as incongruous because they look so different.

Some have wolf heads and stand upright; some are giant wolf monsters; and some retain a complete human appearance.

In addition, there were many strange monsters with dog heads, pig heads, and bear heads mixed in with the army.

The battlefield stretched out from Zhou Ming's feet, extending as far as the eye could see on both sides, with no end in sight and no visible boundary of the battle line.

The roars of battle, the shouts of soldiers, the crisp sounds of clashing weapons, and the explosive booms of colliding spells.

All sorts of sounds rolled in from all directions, weaving together into a cacophony.

Zhou Ming inwardly complained that he hadn't been able to land safely either of his two long-distance teleportations.

On their first teleportation, they landed in a strange world ravaged by demonic energy and encountered a strangely missing arm, nearly suffering a major setback.

This teleportation sent them crashing into the heart of a fiercely battle-torn battlefield.

Just as Zhou Ming was intently observing the surrounding battle, the black-armored cultivator who had attacked him earlier suddenly shouted loudly.

"Protect the Prince!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man flashed to Zhou Ming's side, stood with his back to Zhou Ming, and assumed a posture of protecting him to the death.

He completely forgot about attacking Zhou Ming earlier.

This person's sudden action caught Zhou Ming off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Your Highness?"

Zhou Ming's mind raced, and after a moment he suddenly remembered.

After he delivered the resources to Su Mingyue, Su Mingyue bestowed upon him the title of "King of the First Rank".

He wasn't physically present at the time, but everything that happened inside the Qiankun Pearl couldn't escape his divine sense.

"Holy crap, have I been teleported to the battlefield of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhou Ming then realized why the black armor looked so familiar.

But didn't Su Mingyue only start mobilizing troops just two days ago?

How come we've already started fighting the enemy?

That's incredibly fast!

Confused, Zhou Ming immediately spread his divine sense, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Wherever divine sense passes, all the scenes fall into perception.

This great battle was not limited to the ground.

Tens of thousands of miles directly ahead, high in the sky, a large number of high-level cultivators were also fighting.

On the battlefield, one side consisted of Ming Dynasty cultivators clad in black and gold armor, while the other side was predominantly composed of wolf-headed, human-bodied demons, including enormous wolves.

High-level cultivators from both sides engaged in fierce battles, with thousands of highly skilled cultivators clashing in the air.

The powerful forces collided continuously, causing spatial cracks to appear everywhere in the sky, shattering the void, and creating distorted spatial turbulence everywhere.

Zhou Ming looked toward the core of the high-altitude battlefield and immediately recognized the person leading the attack.

It was winter plum.

At this moment, Dongmei is engaged in a fierce battle with a demon cultivator at the Mahayana stage.

The two fought with tremendous force, unleashing a barrage of spells that tore apart the surrounding space.

However, at this time, Dongmei's cultivation level was still inferior to her opponent's, and she was at a disadvantage in every aspect of the fight.

His moves were becoming increasingly ineffective, and if the fight continued, defeat was only a matter of time.

The Mahayana cultivators of the Ming Dynasty were no better off.

The battle on the ground continued, with countless cultivators and demons fighting to the death, resulting in constant casualties.

The black-armored cultivator standing guard beside Zhou Ming remained on alert.

His eyes were fixed on the demon soldiers charging towards him, ready to meet them at any moment.

He was completely unaware that the "prince" he was protecting didn't need his protection at all.

Just then, Zhou Ming's body trembled violently, and his aura suddenly surged, directly rising to a new level.

At the same time, Zhou Ming's divine sense captured a horrific scene.

A Mahayana cultivator from the Ming Dynasty was just severely injured by a Mahayana demon cultivator from the enemy.

He was then brutally smashed into a pulp by another demon cultivator with a single palm strike and died on the spot.

"Did it inherit the cultivation level of that Mahayana stage cultivator?"

Zhou Ming's mind stirred slightly, and after a moment's thought, he understood the reason behind it.

This is the first time he has inherited the cultivation level of a Mahayana cultivator since breaking through to the Mahayana stage.

All the cultivators who had previously died practicing the Crossing the World Scripture were below the Mahayana stage.

Since there was no immortal energy in his body, even if he died, the increase in Zhou Ming's cultivation would be very limited.

At most, it could only slightly speed up the process when he was refining immortal energy.

However, it's different for cultivators in the Mahayana stage. When a Mahayana cultivator dies, Zhou Ming directly inherits the immortal energy within his body, even though most of this immortal energy has not yet been fully refined.

But that's genuine immortal energy; the more he inherits, the more his cultivation will experience explosive growth.

Meanwhile, the Nascent Soul stage black-armored cultivator who had been guarding Zhou Ming's side...

He was already on guard, and Zhou Ming's cultivation had suddenly increased, so only a trace of residual power leaked out.

They pressed him down onto the ground, his body tense, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he was completely unable to move.

Zhou Ming realized this and immediately suppressed all his outward aura.

With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle magical force swept up the cultivator and teleported him directly to a safe area behind the battlefield, preventing him from being caught in the crossfire and losing his life.

After completing this step, Zhou Ming's figure soared into the air, directly traversing the void to arrive at the celestial battlefield where the two armies were clashing.

Suspended high in the sky, Zhou Ming's thoughts raced, and he quickly made a decision.

The Ming Dynasty has now stepped out of the world of the Qiankun Pearl and begun to expand its territory in the outside world.

Therefore, the original plan for the Federation to spread the "Scripture of Salvation" no longer needs to be handled by others; it can be entrusted to the Ming Dynasty.

There are two considerations behind doing this.

First, Zhou Ming had some degree of affection for everyone in the Ming Dynasty, and he was unwilling to sacrifice these people unless absolutely necessary.

Secondly, Zhou Ming had other plans in mind. He hoped that a large number of cultivators who practiced the "Crossing the World Scripture" would successfully ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Firstly, it allows me to go to the Immortal Realm to test my understanding of the pitfalls in the Scripture of Crossing the World.

Secondly, Zhou Ming wanted to see if he could inherit the cultivation of these people after they died in the Immortal Realm, separated by the barrier between immortals and mortals.

Based on these two points, the existing Mahayana stage cultivators of the Ming Dynasty cannot be allowed to die in large numbers and quickly in battle.

Even if sacrifices are necessary, they must be made gradually.

We'll have to wait until the next generation of cultivators grows up and is able to withstand the attacks of the Federation's Mahayana cultivators.

Then gradually wear down this group of old Mahayana cultivators.

To motivate soldiers to fight to the death, you must give them hope.

The goal is to make it visible to everyone that the Black Dragon Flag of the Ming Dynasty will one day be planted throughout the hundreds of worlds under the jurisdiction of the Federation.

With this belief, soldiers will be willing to fight to the death.