Chapter 1745: Subtlety and Tug-of-War

Just two quarter-hours later, Elder Liu suddenly pointed at the Haoyuan Golden Mirror and shouted:

"Look there! Look at Mount Baishou!"

There was a small mountain in the northern part of Chaohu called Mount Baishou; it was a bit short and a bit bald. He He Lingchuan had passed by there on his way up to Shilong Peak by sheep-cart.

The Haoyuan Golden Mirror showed over a hundred people scurrying through Mount Baishou, and they quickly ascended to the summit.

It was the Tiangong's team!

But they moved quite stealthily, and the Illusion Sect disciples on the ground had not discovered their tracks.

This time, Xiao Wencheng specifically magnified their movements. Seeing them bury their heads to dig pits after reaching the summit, he couldn't help but glance at He He Lingchuan.

This kid's prediction just now was spot on! The Tiangong team really did choose the peak of Mount Baishou!

Seeing the red candles in their hands, the Illusion Sect here also urgently dispatched people to strike directly at the peak of Mount Baishou through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror.

The battle between the two sides suddenly turned white-hot.

Xiao Wencheng dispatched his junior brothers, Elder Wu and Elder Liu, to lead two hundred disciples to stop them; otherwise, if they waited any longer, the second lighthouse would be built.

Over two hundred people fighting one hundred enemy soldiers, with two Immortals on their side—logically, it should be a sure win.

However, when Elder Wu launched his divine ability aggressively, the Tiangong team on the opposite side immediately counterattacked with equally astonishing momentum.

"Immortal-level strength." Zhu Zhu Xiuer's claws itched, and she poked the ground several times. "The troops Bai Bai Ziqi sent actually have Immortal-level strength sitting in command!"

They couldn't drag this out any longer. As long as the lighthouse barrier started operating, the Haoyuan Golden Mirror couldn't do anything to it, and Xiao Wencheng wouldn't be able to change the terrain there.

He He Lingchuan watched from the side. No matter how helpless Xiao Wencheng felt, he had to reach for the sand table and press down directly on the two peaks of Mount Baishou, making them disappear.

During this period, Shilong Peak trembled incessantly again.

By the time he lifted his hand, Mount Baishou had become the Baishou Pit. Not only were the original hills gone, but the ground had also sunk by a zhang, forming a deep, gourd-shaped valley.

Xiao Wencheng also discovered that the Tiangong's lighthouses had to be built on high ground for the coverage to be large enough; if built on flat land or low-lying areas, they couldn't exert their original effectiveness at all.

So, the current Baishou Valley was completely unsuitable for the Tiangong team to build a lighthouse; they had to change locations.

No matter how they changed it, Baishou Valley remained an artificial scar stretching north to south. Even if the Tiangong team eventually built the second lighthouse, it would still be separated from the shores of Chaohu by a valley, unable to connect completely.

The strategic significance of this was very important.

Next, the Tiangong and the Illusion Sect played hide-and-seek in the southern part of Yinzhu Island.

The Tiangong sent out seven or eight teams one after another to different directions to build lighthouses and expand their advantage.

He He Lingchuan had predicted those few locations beforehand, and he was basically right. Especially the first two; if the Illusion Sect had prepared early, the Tiangong team might not have even made it through.

Xiao Wencheng subconsciously glanced at He He Lingchuan, seeing him calm and composed, acting as if nothing had happened.

Now, the Illusion Sect could only try every possible way to obstruct them.

But defending against thieves for a thousand days was difficult after all. Xiao Wencheng raised the ground on the sand table three more times, and then he couldn't raise it anymore.

Dong Rui said anxiously, "Why stop raising it? Hurry! The Tiangong is almost at the location."

"It won't work; we have to slow down. The sand table has reached its limit."

He He Lingchuan frowned. If he were Xiao Wencheng, he shouldn't have used the limited three opportunities to raise those three locations.

Times had changed; he could already see that Bai Bai Ziqi's tactics were intentionally changing routes, no longer heading north all the way.

Why?

But Xiao Wencheng had already finished raising the ground, and as an outside guest, He He Lingchuan found it inappropriate to criticize further.

Moreover, he also discovered that the rhythm of the battle had changed. Now, it was vaguely Bai Bai Ziqi leading the Illusion Sect by the nose, sometimes even dangling the appetites of these Immortals.

This subtlety and tug-of-war could not be detected by anyone who wasn't a veteran of the battlefield.

But He He Lingchuan didn't say much; in any case, Xiao Wencheng and the others didn't intend to adopt his advice.

After Xiao Wencheng finished speaking, He He Lingchuan glanced at the Haoyuan Golden Mirror and discovered that the last turquoise on the mirror's top had also turned red.

However, Xiao Wencheng had clearly consumed the power of the sand table just now; why was this depletion reflected on the Haoyuan Golden Mirror? He He Lingchuan's gaze flickered.

Sure enough, the Haoyuan Golden Mirror didn't just show its own status, right?

Since it was integrated with the entire illusion, now that all three turquoises had turned red, did it symbolize that the power consumption of the Chaohu illusion had reached its limit and urgently needed recovery?

Then, during this period while it was re-accumulating power, the Illusion Sect could only rely on its true strength to contend with the Tiangong team.

Shilong Mountain Range, Immortal Light Cave.

This cave was opened in the belly of the mountain, but the facade was small, with only two opposing doors. It looked neither heavy nor expensive, yet it was one of the important storage warehouses in the back mountains of the Illusion Sect.

The Illusion Sect had a large family and a big business; the assets collected over many years were stored in several warehouses, and Immortal Light Cave was the largest one. In the past, this place was deserted, and one wouldn't see a shadow for days, but today the cave doors had been opened seven or eight times, with Illusion Sect disciples rushing in and out.

According to regulations, vehicles could not enter or exit the warehouse, so they had to carry everything by hand, exiting the cave to load the vehicles.

Another Yingtai cart approached and stopped at the entrance of Immortal Light Cave. Two cultivators jumped off the cart and strode into the cave.

At this moment, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked out of the woods, with a soft, satin-white face and a somewhat dull expression.

The Immortal Light Cave door was still open, and the voices of the two cultivators who had just entered the cave drifted out: "Wouldn't it be nice if we could just pass through the mirror directly? Riding this sheep-cart is quite troublesome."

"The precious mirror isn't prepared for you and me; those qualified to pass through the mirror are the junior uncles and senior brothers going to fight!" The other person sighed, "The great war has started; the higher-ups probably think they should save where they can."

"Are they still lacking the energy of the two of us?"

"Talk less, do more. Junior Uncle Wu has also gone to the front line; otherwise, he would definitely scold you until you were covered in blood."

What did "passing through the mirror" mean? The boy originally wanted to enter the cave, but when he walked to the side of the Yingtai cart, he suddenly stopped.

The treasure vault door was decorated with a beast head the size of a conical hat; it looked like a dragon but wasn't, like a tiger but wasn't. It looked ferocious, but its eyes were tightly closed.

However, as soon as the boy approached, the beast head suddenly opened its eyes, its light blue eyeballs rolling around as if searching for something unusual.

This beast head even raised its nose and bared its teeth like a living tiger, sniffing hard several times.

The boy didn't dare to approach anymore. He was still a zhang and a half away from the door, and the beast head had already smelled his scent; if he dared to barge into the door, this thing would likely report him!

If he couldn't enter, he wouldn't. He waited patiently outside.

Just a quarter-hour later, the two cultivators returned, each holding a golden box in their hands.

The boxes were inlaid with green gems, looking very expensive.

But the boy knew that these two boxes were even more expensive than they looked; they were the famous "Hundred Treasure Boxes."

Don't look at their small appearance, as if they would be full after holding five jin; in fact, there was a great mystery inside. Each one's volume could hold a thousand jin of gold.

This was still the low-grade Hundred Treasure Box. If it were in the hands of an Elder, the capacity could double ten times.

The boy saluted: "Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother Li, Elder Liu ordered me to rush to the summit; can you give me a ride?"

With strong enemies attacking and war breaking out at the foot of the mountain, personnel within the sect moved frequently, and material transport was dense, no longer as leisurely as before. Senior Brother Li didn't suspect anything and pointed to the Yingtai sheep-cart: "Junior Brother Fang, get on the cart."

Junior Brother Fang jumped onto the carriage, and the sheep-cart started, heading toward the main peak of Shilong.

"What did you two go to get?"

"What else but Profound Crystals?" Senior Brother Li patted the small box, "The Heavenly Demons are attacking, and these Profound Crystals are being used up really fast! We've already run three trips!"

Were these two boxes full of Profound Crystals? Junior Brother Fang began to evaluate the strength of these two people; could he take them down in one go? He tilted his head: "The Heavenly Demons haven't even climbed the mountain; why are they being used so fast?"

"Running large and small defensive arrays requires Profound Crystals, right? The seniors fighting at the foot of the mountain also need Profound Crystals." Senior Brother Wu sighed, "And the Haoyuan Golden Mirror; the first two times we sent Profound Crystals over, it wasn't enough for it to eat at all!"

Junior Brother Fang said "Oh": "I've only seen the Haoyuan Golden Mirror once, when Elder Jin was preaching. This mirror is very, very powerful, right?"

"That goes without saying!" Senior Brother Li said, "The Haoyuan Golden Mirror is the treasure of our sect, observing everything with clarity; any unusual movement on or off the mountain cannot be hidden from it."

"Shilong Peak is so big; can it see every blade of grass and tree on the mountain?"

"Yes, why not?" Senior Brother Wu continued, "As long as the person in front of the mirror wants to listen, it can even listen to the conversation between you and me right now."

"So powerful." Junior Brother Fang wanted to express amazement, but unfortunately, his tone was flat.

Forget it. If the Haoyuan Golden Mirror was monitoring Shilong Peak, even if he killed the two and snatched the Hundred Treasure Boxes, he would likely be intercepted before reaching the foot of the mountain.

It would be better to go up the mountain to take a look and collect some intelligence.

Lakeside battlefield.

Looking up from inside the lighthouse barrier, there seemed to be a water-patterned transparent film floating in mid-air, but it didn't hinder everyone from looking up at the sky.

This was the edge of the true barrier of Miaozhantian; outside was the illusion, and inside was reality.

Bai Bai Ziqi stood on the lighthouse, looking down at the battlefield from a high vantage point.

After the lighthouse was built, the Goddess gave it many blessings; there was no safer place on the vast lakeside than here.

Bai Seventeen stood beside him: "After the barrier was set up, the Illusion Sect's attacks became weaker."

"No, they just became normal." Bai Bai Ziqi corrected him, "In this illusion, they originally enjoyed the blessings of the Thousand Illusions. The barrier removed their privileges, allowing them to compete with us fairly."

Bai Seventeen looked at the batches of Yakshas crawling out of the lake and couldn't help but say: "This is fair? The Yakshas are endless; when will this killing end!"

Yakshas alone, or the Illusion Sect alone, would be easy to handle; with these two types of enemies mixed together, the Tiangong also felt it was tricky.

The Thousand Illusions used Yakshas to fill the shortage of basic soldiers.

The Illusion Sect disciples had impressive combat power, much higher than ordinary soldiers, but the Tiangong team also had Yuan Power and was not without the ability to fight.

The problem was, how long would this war last?

The number of Tiangong troops was not endless like the Yakshas.

Bai Bai Ziqi patted the lighthouse: "As long as the Immortals are solved, the Yakshas are not a problem." ===== CHAPTER 1746 =====