Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Yin Daoheng stared at the shattered communication water mirror at his feet, his fingers tightening their grip on the military tally.

The edge of the jade pierced his palm, and blood flowed down between his fingers, but he seemed not to notice.

With both flanks defeated, four Xuanxian were trapped, the supply lines for the 400,000-strong army were cut off, and the cities they had previously captured were rapidly changing hands.

His last hope was gone, completely gone!

And at this moment, the first Xuanxian (a type of immortal) also perished in the sky above Hexi!

The white-browed old man forced the green pine Taoist back with a single palm strike, then turned to disappear into the rift in the sky.

But the void beneath his feet had just cracked open when Daoist Mo Rong had already clasped his hands together.

One by one, jet-black banyan tendrils emerged from the depths of space, entwining his hands, feet, physical body, and the illusory image of the Great Dao.

The white-browed old man roared, and the Tai Cang Dharma Image suddenly appeared behind him, with the ten-thousand-foot green mountain pressing down on the banyan tree's tendrils, causing them to crumble one after another.

"I'm leaving, and no one can stop me!"

Lei Huai Daoist looked up and glanced at him.

Above the azure sky, ten thousand bolts of azure lightning simultaneously descended.

boom!

The Tai Cang Dharma was split open on the spot.

The white-browed old man was charred black all over. Before he could break free, a thin, hair-like cyan sword light pierced through the lightning.

Aoki sheathed his sword.

The white-browed old man's voice abruptly stopped.

A straight line of blood spread downwards from his brow, and then his entire Xuanxian body, along with his still-unbroken primordial spirit, split in two!

The immortal's blood was spilled across the sky.

Before the two severed corpses even hit the ground, countless roots sprouted from the ground, dragging them into the rear of the Qingtiandao Army and sealing them off.

Of the six imperial immortals, only five remained in the blink of an eye.

There were still ten people surrounding them!

The Cold Lotus Fairy sealed the void with ten thousand green lotuses, the Golden Cypress Daoist erected a towering Dharma image, and the Green Bamboo Daoist left a long-lasting green crack in the sky with each tap of his bamboo staff.

The five immortals charged left and right, but they couldn't even get close to each other.

This is no longer a simple battle of wits, but a coordinated attack!

What alarmed them even more was that His Highness the Xuan King remained standing at a distance, without moving a single finger.

The outcome of the battle in the sky quickly fell to the ground.

"Marching forward!"

Beneath the city walls of Hexi Prefecture, 200,000 Qingtiandao soldiers simultaneously stepped forward.

boom!

The entire plain seemed to sink.

Two hundred thousand soldiers were not just ordinary conscripts temporarily recruited.

They came from the Northern Shuo Xuanjia, the Hanchuan elite, and the Hexi Prefecture army. Even the weakest among them had refined their qi and blood, reached the ninth rank, and were clad in spirit armor.

Tens of thousands of Northern Shuo Xuanjia soldiers charged ahead, their warhorses treading on fire, their long spears wreathed in blood, and the riders and their mounts linked together by the military formation, transforming into a black torrent stretching for dozens of miles.

In the rear camp, the crossbows that broke through enemy lines were raised simultaneously.

Giant crossbows, engraved with runes, pierced the sky, trailing hundreds of feet of spiritual light as they crashed into the imperial army's ranks.

The ordinary shield formation had barely been erected when it, along with dozens of armored soldiers behind it, were blown to pieces.

A middle-ranking officer's sword flashed across the sky, while a high-ranking general stood at the heart of the chariot formation, using his divine sense to mobilize the energy of thousands of soldiers.

The powerful celestial beings stepped on their military flags and soared into the sky. The aftershocks of their battles fell into the army, instantly wiping out large numbers of soldiers.

At an even higher altitude, the spirits of soldiers collided.

The armored giant wielded a battle axe, the black-armored general held a long spear, and the spirits of grass and trees rose from the ground above the army of myriad spirits.

Each collision shatters the clouds and leaves ravines stretching for more than ten miles across the land.

This is not a battle between two armies in a mortal dynasty.

Instead, hundreds of thousands of cultivators, armed with military formations, magical artifacts, military spirits, and the authority of heaven and earth, clashed head-on!

Light rained down, chariots burned, and floating boats crashed.

Before the countless broken weapons even hit the ground, they were shredded into iron filings by the raging blood and qi.

With each step the heavily armored infantrymen of the Qingtiandao Army took, array patterns extended beneath their feet.

The accompanying cultivators stood on the mobile battle platform, activating their protective spiritual light while sending wounded soldiers to the rear.

The imperial court's Law-Breaking Battalion, consisting of several thousand men, jointly raised a pale blue bronze mirror. Wherever the mirror's light shone, the Azure Heaven Army formation was briefly frozen, only to be smashed to pieces by the towering tree conjured by the Myriad Spirits Army.

Even the top-ranking experts in the army, who were usually capable of holding down a city, could only protect a single general's flag on such a battlefield.

Even a powerful Celestial Realm expert, if slightly careless and caught in the aftershocks of the military spirit, would also cough up blood mid-air and fall into the battle formation below, where swords and spears were piled high.

The imperial army numbered 400,000, giving it a numerical advantage, and was also supported by two imperial guard units.

In the initial clashes, the nine military spirits even managed to withstand the offensive of the Azure Heaven Dao Army.

But soon, everything changed.

The corpse of a Xuanxian (a type of immortal) fell from the sky.

All the state troops, private soldiers of aristocratic families, and soldiers affiliated with immortal sects who were still struggling to form ranks saw it.

Ten Xuanxian were surrounding and killing five people, and Xuanwang had not yet made a move.

What will we use to win this battle?

"Change formation to the left!"

Suddenly, a powerful clan leader raised his banner and shouted to fill the gap, while his 30,000 private troops quietly moved toward the edge of the battlefield.

Upon seeing this, another army cobbled together by a local powerful clan immediately regrouped.

They came under orders to serve the king, hoping to gain military merit, seize fiefdoms, and allow their families to advance further during this chaotic period.

They're not here to be buried with the Great Yin!

The first company wanted to preserve its strength, while the second company feared that it would fall behind.

The third and fourth companies followed closely behind.

The originally tight array of 400,000 troops suddenly revealed several gaps.

"Anyone who leaves the battle formation without permission will be executed!"

Several veteran generals of the imperial court roared and charged forward, killing the first aristocratic family leader who was retreating with a single sword stroke.

People can be killed, but the broken hearts of people cannot be severed.

Everyone knew that the Celestial Immortal high above was about to collapse.

When morale collapses, the military spirit loses its roots.

The nine imperial army spirits, which were originally able to barely hold their own, trembled simultaneously, and cracks spread rapidly across their bodies.

The 200,000 Qingtian Dao Army pressed forward, and the Beishuo Xuanjia drove straight in through the gap in the line, with the Wanling Army following closely behind, tearing the gap open for a hundred miles!

The Imperial Guards were still fighting to the death, but the provincial armies on both flanks had already retreated, and the private soldiers of the powerful families in the rear were turning around to fight for a way out.

The military flags were rolled upside down, and the war chariots collided with each other. The 400,000-strong army, which had been so imposing just moments before, collapsed from within in the blink of an eye!

"No retreating! Go back now!! No! Retreating!!!"

Yin Daoheng unleashed several sword strikes in succession, attempting to regroup his forces.

But no one listened anymore. A messenger knelt behind him, crying and begging him to step back.

"Your Highness, the situation is hopeless! Only by preserving your life can you return to Tianjing and report back to His Majesty!"

"Report back? Heh..."

Yin Daoheng looked down at the blood-stained python robe and suddenly smiled.

An army of 800,000 and ten immortals.

The new emperor entrusted him with the elite troops and experts that could be mobilized from the northern front of the Great Yin Dynasty, instructing him to quell the Qingtian Rebellion.

Now, with both flanks trapped and the central army collapsing, Xuanxian has fallen from the sky.

How could I possibly have the face to return to Tianjing?

What can they possibly say to the newly enthroned Emperor Yin Chengye, who has pinned his hopes for national revival on this battle?

Yin Daoheng threw away the cracked military tally and slowly drew the royal sword from his waist.

A pale, blood-stained face was reflected on the sword.

"The Prince Jingwu of the Great Yin Dynasty can only die in battle, not return defeated!"

He stepped onto the dilapidated royal carriage, and the remaining imperial guards converged on him.

The armored warrior spirit, riddled with cracks, raised its head once more.

Yin Daoheng raised his sword, preparing to lead the last imperial guards to charge at Gu Changjin.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell between heaven and earth.

pat.

Rain fell on the scorched earth, rippling out a circle of pale white waves.

Then, the second drop, the third drop.

In the blink of an eye, countless raindrops fell from the heavens.

Every drop of rain is as heavy as a mountain!

The advancing Qingtiandao army suddenly sank, and the overwhelming waves of vegetation paused for a moment in the rain.

High in the sky, Qingmu had already slashed at the second Imperial Immortal with his sword.

But the sword was firmly held between two fingers by a fair hand that emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The boundless clouds and waters then hung upside down.

A vast expanse of celestial marshland, seemingly real yet illusory, forcefully squeezed into the blue sky!

Gu Changjin finally raised his eyes.

Deep within the sea of ​​clouds, a detached voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Kill my spirit messenger and annihilate my sect's elders."

"Mysterious King, do you truly believe that my Cloud Dream Immortal Sect has no one left?"