Chapter 1094: The Great Army of Upper World Cultivators Descends

Northern Plains.

Inside the Black Hei Mo Gong, Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes upon the Six Paths Wang Zuo, his divine sense spreading out to sweep the four directions.

"Pay respects, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun!"

"Pay respects, My Lord!"

"Pay respects, Sword Disciple!"

A roar like mountains collapsing and seas surging erupted around them; over six hundred Yuan Ying Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun bowed and kowtowed in unison, coming from every place, every system, every sect of the Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting Cultivation World.

Each of them was a ruler of a region, a Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun with a lifespan of twelve hundred years, an old monster of Yuan Ying with a peculiar temperament in the eyes of countless low-level cultivators, yet here, each seemed so ordinary, standing as neat and capable as military officers, without the sharp edges distinctive to Yuan Ying cultivators.

Whether they had been in seclusion, refining treasures, or attempting to break through to Soul Transformation... no matter what they were doing, they had emerged, daring not to delay even an instant.

Because of a single decree from the Black Hei Mo Gong of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting.

Because of the will of that youth in green robes upon the Wang Zuo.

Not only were they, these Yuan Ying cultivators, present; outside the Black Hei Mo Gong, the Ten Thousand Great Sun Sword Cultivators, the Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Master Tushan Maidens, and the Million Cultivators of Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du had all arrived.

Truly, the finest forces were mobilized: a grand army of 1.2 million cultivators composed of countless Foundation Establishment, Jin Dan, and Yuan Ying cultivators!

These were the elite cultivator armies formed after hundreds of years since the unification of the Master Tushan Cultivation World, through constant training, constant tempering, constant updating of formations and weapons, and constant manipulation and practice of array techniques by two generations of Yuan Ying Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, their strength far exceeding that at the army's inception.

Many cultivators in the army reckoned that even if a peak Soul Transformation cultivator were present, they would not necessarily fear them.

This was such a terrifying force.

Who is it meant to deal with?

Who else could there be?

For enemies like Bing Yuan Tian Jun, Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun, or Bai Zu Tian Jun, sending out a portion of the army to sweep them away would suffice; why go to such great trouble?

Could it be that the Canghai Tianjun wishes to inspect the various armies of Master Tushan?

Many Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun in their hearts were perplexed, their thoughts racing rapidly, various complex and uneasy notions arising within them; some even fearfully speculated that this was the suspicion of a mighty ruler in his later years, a drastic change in temperament, thus purging internal factions to pave the way for successors.

Humans are so complex and changeable; the convictions of one moment may not be the thoughts of the next.

Some Yuan Ying Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun who held relevant administrative duties had even more speculations.

At this very moment, not only the 1.2 million most elite field armies of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, but also numerous Grade Yi and Grade Bing cultivator armies had been conscripted, stationed at sects in various places and upon spiritual veins in various places, numbering in the tens of millions.

This is not the limit.

Outside the Grade Yi and Grade Bing armies, even the most ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, those who had not undergone military training, were in training at this very moment, in

training one day every ten days besides production and cultivation, a practice that had continued for decades, forming the lowest-tier Grade Ding armies, ensuring they could fill array positions in various places at critical moments and provide the necessary magic power.

These weakest humans and demons of Qi Refining numbered in the hundreds of millions!

It can be said that every ounce of power in the Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting Cultivation World has been mobilized to make preparations; no single cultivator is exempt.

For the first time, this colossal entity, never before seen in the Minor Thousand World of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, revealed its full strength; its tendrils of influence extended to every corner, to every person, with no one able to remain outside the affair.

They, who had enjoyed peace and a relaxed cultivation environment, now faced obligation.

No one can have rights without obligations; the Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting Daoist organization does not allow such a thing to happen.

Besides the movement of personnel, there was also the movement of supplies from all regions; vast quantities of heavenly treasures, medicines, and talismans were stored in the treasuries of sects in various places, possessing self-sufficiency even if external communications were cut off.

And the increasingly frequent military array training over the past decades...

The divine soul computing power of Yuan Ying cultivators is extremely strong; linking and associating these various conditions, many Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun began to tremble, their hands shaking; a thousand years of cultivation could not prevent fear from arising in their hearts.

This is a total mobilization!

This is a total war!

What kind of enemy is this war facing?!

So much so that the invincible Tushan Tian Jun has made such a reckless war decision; from top to bottom, everything reveals determination, a will to shatter jade and burn together.

"Canghai Tianjun..."

Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun, now the Chief Supervisor of Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du, asked with a dry mouth and a somewhat trembling voice: "Is it... is it that cultivators from outside the world are about to arrive?"

With these words spoken, it was as if a layer of mist was lifted.

Many Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun suddenly saw clearly, raising their heads to look at that youth in green robes upon the Six Paths Wang Zuo; many thoughts and doubts in their hearts instantly found their answer.

Yes, cultivators from outside the world!

The Outer Cultivation World!

Only this could be the case.

Within the Minor Thousand World, Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting is already invincible under heaven; what else would require such a massive mobilization?

Only outside the Minor Thousand World!

At this moment, many cultivators fell into deep fear, trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, the eyes of many cultivators suddenly brightened; their bodies trembled, but not from fear, rather from an excitement beyond measure, their blood surging throughout their bodies, as if they saw the bright Dao.

The hall instantly became noisy and chaotic; many Master Dinghai Zhenjun could not control their emotions.

"Silence."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The entire hall fell silent.

Order was instantly restored; over six hundred Master Dinghai Zhenjun stood solemnly, so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.

"Wait."

"Be patient; do not be restless, for that will cause one to lose one's composure, which is unfavorable for the great matter."

Jiang Ding did not explain anything to them; his hand rested on his sword hilt, he slightly closed his eyes, and continued to wait.

Three days remained until the time of the Upper World's arrival as stated by Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

Out of Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's own requirement for secrecy, he did not explain anything to these Yuan Ying cultivators, because indeed it was difficult to explain; making up a reason to cover it up was something he was unwilling to do, as lies were not what he liked.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick…

In the uneasy sea of consciousness of many a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, time dripped away like water droplets, every breath startlingly crisp, sending ripple after ripple across the sea of consciousness.

They strained to circulate the secret arts that soothe the divine soul, forcing themselves to a semblance of calm, standing in attendance within the hall, waiting in silence.

Amid the silent waiting of the gathered Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, three days of time slowly slipped past.

All was normal.

No accident of any kind occurred.

Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun was right there in the hall. A chill seized his heart, an icy cold that pierced to the bone: "Canghai Tianjun, I beg you…"

"Do not worry,"

"Do not worry, Daoist friend."

Jiang Ding's voice reached his ear, warm and kindly: "The Way of Heavenly Secrets — a margin of error is only natural. This sovereign is not a harsh man."

"Let us try another three years."

"It is nothing, truly nothing."

His voice was exceedingly gentle — gentler than it had ever been.

Yet in Da Ai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart, the trembling only grew worse.

Still, he said nothing further. He drew a deep breath, closed his eyes once more to nurture his spirit, and waited for time to pass.

Another several months of time slipped away.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill.

The Canghai Tianjun upon the Wang Zuo sat with closed eyes, nurturing his spirit. The gathered Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun stood in solemn silence. The 1,200,000 elite field-army troops of Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting stood in solemn silence — like statues arranged in perfect rows, utterly still, unmoved in the slightest by wind or rain.

At a certain moment.

Boom—!

Beyond the Minor Thousand Worlds, a terrifying peal of thunder blossomed, giving rise to a fearsome celestial phenomenon. Countless bolts of Lei Chong Guang and serpents of lightning were born, devouring the sea of stars, blotting out the sky, and pouring into the Minor Thousand Worlds — witnessed by the countless living beings within.

Countless Nascent Soul cultivators trembled.

"The Upper Realm — the cultivator army of the Upper Realm…"

Jiang Ding, upon the Wang Zuo, opened his eyes and spoke slowly.