Chapter 3127: Ascending to Heaven

"The plan we agreed on a few days ago is the optimal solution!" Sun Fuling said gently, yet firmly, "You and I both know—if we want to balance both sides, this is the only way!"

The Soul-Capturing Mirror in He Lingchuan's bosom whispered softly: "This plan was proposed by the Red General; our master simply couldn't refute it."

The Blood Demon snapped: "Because the Red General made sense!"

He Lingchuan had no mood to deal with these two clowns: "But—"

"If the difficult but correct path is the only one left, then we must walk it no matter what!" Sun Fuling lightly patted his cheek, "Don't forget—this is the path we jointly deduced."

He Lingchuan couldn't find words either.

Just then, Liu Yidao's voice came from outside the tent: "Your Majesty, heavenly omens have descended—Lingxu Holy Sovereign's divine revelation may have begun!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Fuling started to rise, but He Lingchuan gripped her hand tightly: "Be extremely careful!"

Sun Fuling turned to kiss him, then pressed her forehead to his, her tone gentle yet resolute: "Rest assured—we will surely win!"

After saying this, she stood up and led the way toward the door.

The slanting lamplight illuminated her back—graceful and lovely.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes crystal bright: "Let's go."

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As the door opened, Liu Yidao stepped back, seeing the Red General stride out.

Rosy clouds filled the sky, reflecting her battle armor as blood-red, the dragon-headed mask on her face radiating fierce menace.

As she emerged, the clamor outside ceased automatically; all present bowed their heads slightly toward her.

The Red General lifted her gaze, and the sunset tinted her eyes amber: "The Great Heavenly Demon has begun its descent."

The Nine Abyssal Great Emperor followed, his pitch-black battle armor like silent, unyielding rock.

His voice heavy: "Activate the altar."

That evening, rosy clouds spread across the sky. All beings followed the lingering glow of the setting sun, reluctant to part—for no one knew if they would see tomorrow's sunrise.

Then, darkness fell.

Today, the clouds were extraordinary. Zhu Xiuer and Dong Rui stood at the altar of the Ten Thousand Gods Temple, gazing upward.

The sun had already set, but the evening glow had not faded.

Winds rose and clouds surged; the sky was shrouded in crimson cloud masses, lightning flashing and thunder rolling across the vast heavens—but through the clouds, the lightning turned into vivid red.

Light and shadow interlaced; all things in the world seemed coated with a sticky layer of red—lurid and ominous.

Then it began to rain.

Tonight also had imperial nectar; the fresh rainwater mixed with something else. Dong Rui reached out to catch the rain, and the pale cyan spiritual fluid still held threads of blood-red.

"When does it begin?" he asked the Nine Abyssal Great Emperor standing beside him.

He Lingchuan's reply was only two words: "Soon."

Heaven and man resonated; he had already sensed that true great terror was about to descend upon this world.

The Altar of Bishatian in the Ten Thousand Gods Temple was surrounded layer by layer by elite troops and fierce generals, armor gleaming, killing intent icy cold. From here all the way to the foot of Lingxu City, everyone in the War Alliance had prepared to receive the descent of the Great Heavenly Demon.

Zhu Xiuer unwillingly rubbed her forepaws: "We truly can't go with you?"

For today's great battle, it had specially donned a suit of crimson-striped external armor; its originally mountain-sized frame now appeared even larger visually, mighty, ferocious, and terrifying.

This question was directed at the Red General.

"In the Boundless War, we cannot afford to divert attention to others—this journey is destined to be solitary." The Red General smiled at the Earth Cave Spider Queen: "Don't fear boredom; we each have our own battles to fight."

All beings in the world, each with their own mission.

Zhu Xiuer muttered, but her voice happened to be audible to those around her: "Since I can't go with you, why are there so many people by this altar?"

She remained unwilling.

Xiao Hanzi was inspecting the altar; hearing this, he whispered: "The Nine Abyssal must let everyone know we have someone entering the altar."

The Heavenly Demon must know this, and the Lingxu Holy Sovereign must know it too—so the Nine Abyssal Great Emperor resolutely jumped into the trap he had set

The Red General nodded: "Exactly."

Dong Rui suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "Heaven!"

The sky suddenly flowed with iridescent light; dozens of ribbons of light drifted across the night curtain, resembling the aurora of another world.

"Spring Wind Transforming Rain!" Xiao Hanzi drew a deep breath: "The Lingxu Holy Sovereign and the Great Heavenly Demon have begun their descent!"

The descent of the Great Heavenly Demon is utterly different from that of ordinary heavenly demons.

As his words fell, the sigils engraved on the altar suddenly glowed.

That intricate seven-layer formation, every fine line of it, burst forth with cyan light.

Even Xiao Hanzi couldn't help but clench his fists, shouting urgently: "The altar is activated! The Lingxu Holy Sovereign has descended!"

Earlier, he had promised He Lingchuan's request and repaired the Bishatian Altar. Although this Great Heavenly Demon no longer intends to descend, as long as the altar remains intact, when the Lingxu Holy Sovereign activates the divine revelation plan, this altar will also operate in sync.

It is like a precise timepiece—once the ground sigils light up, everyone knows the exact moment the Lingxu Holy Sovereign and the various Great Heavenly Demons formally descend upon the human realm: now!

The high echelons of the War Alliance all know the Lingxu Holy Sovereign intends to alter heavenly laws during the next cycle. Therefore, if the Nine Abyssal Great Emperor waits until he coalesces a physical form in the human realm before acting, it will already be too late.

To thwart the Lingxu Holy Sovereign's plan, we must act now!

The Red General stepped forward two paces, surveyed the officers present, and proclaimed loudly: "I go—after this battle, I entrust the fighting to you."

Countless people were greatly surprised—was the Red General truly going alone?

But the soldiers' reply shook the nine heavens: "For the sake of humanity, we fight!"

Xiao Hanzi also bowed his hands to her: "May the General achieve victory swiftly!"

They cannot participate in that level of battle; they can only wish her well.

The immortals all performed the salute together, their hands touching the ground.

This scene before them seemed somewhat familiar; Xiao Hanzi felt as if he had returned to three thousand years ago, before the Black Dragon God Sovereign struck the Tianluo Star.

At that time, the Immortals also bade farewell to the Dragon God in this manner.

The Red General's gaze finally fell upon He Lingchuan.

A single glance exchanged was worth more than a thousand words.

He understood her unwavering resolve; she understood his dilemma between reason and emotion.

"Rest assured." She spoke with firm resolve, "I shall return victorious!"

She is the Red General, the war god of Cangyan and the Great Wind Army.

He Lingchuan nodded: "I await good news in silence."

The surrounding soldiers' eyes burned bright.

They are the silent majority, yet their trust in the Red General and their reverence for the Nine Abysses Great Emperor need no further words.

The Red General no longer delayed, turning and striding boldly onto the altar.

Her personal battle is about to begin.

The azure light of the formation grew ever more intense, but just as it was about to spread across her entire body, the Red General vanished from her spot.

A brilliant azure light rose from the talisman formation, shooting straight into the heavens.

In any campaign, she is always the first to rush to the battlefield.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the night as bright as day, and the rolling thunderclaps threatened to numb every soul.

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