Chapter 917: Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting Army Mobilizes, Exerting Pressure on All Sides

At the peak of the Yin-Yang Yuan Magnetism Spirit-Nullifying Mountain stood the Black Hei Mo Gong.

Jiang Ding sat upright on the Six Paths Throne, his sword resting by his side, idly playing with an ice-and-snow palace the size of a fist in his hand.

Below the ninety-nine steps of black jade stood the Regiment Commander and Sect Master of the Master Tushan Maidens, Hei Hei Louxi; the Chief of the Great Sun Long Sword Command, Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun; the Chief of the Hun Yuan Fa Sky Command, Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun; eight titled maids; the commanders of various cultivator camps; Li Qingyun Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Disciple Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and seventy-nine others.

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun held their breath and focused their minds, eyes fixed straight ahead yet daring not to look directly, watching the figure on the throne only from the corners of their eyes.

These were all the generals and officers of the Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting; every Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Northern Plains had gathered here.

Even if some Master Dinghai Zhenjun were still hiding in the shadows, they could not hope to obtain a fourth-grade spirit vein for cultivation; once discovered, they would be immediately expelled from the Northern Plains. Before the great righteousness of the human race, there was no room for those who sought to profit from chaos or hitch a ride.

To preserve strength and share in the fruits after the war was absolutely impossible.

Even if defeated, Jiang Ding would execute first those who refused to contribute during the war yet emerged afterward; he would tolerate no such behavior.

"A military review and ceremony are unnecessary."

"If you say it is acceptable, then it is acceptable."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

He casually tossed the ice-and-snow palace from his hand, letting it expand, then expand again until it reached several li in size; the palace was crystal clear, radiating cold air outward, enough to freeze the bodies of Jin Dan cultivators.

Truly a precious treasure of the Western Desert Demon Emperor's dynasty, an imperial traveling palace.

As the ice-and-snow palace expanded, the tiny figures within gradually became visible to the naked eye.

Many Master Dinghai Zhenjun's pupils contracted slightly.

Within that ice-and-snow palace, rivers of blood flowed, severed limbs and broken arms littered the ground; many demon kings and many demon lords lay scattered everywhere, their blood still vivid red, preserved well by the surrounding icy chill, faintly revealing the terrifying scene of that time.

Even the fear on the faces of many demon lords remained perfectly preserved, every detail clear.

Among all the wounds, there was only one kind: the mark of the sword.

At this moment, every Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart grew cold.

At the edges of these corpses were some surviving demon generals, demon kings, and demon lords who had not fought; perhaps they feared battle, perhaps they were too late, or perhaps they had guessed; wise humans and demons are always numerous.

Thus, they survived, falling into a coma sealed by the Ru Feng Yin.

Silence filled the hall; not a single sound.

There was no noise, no breathing; even the weakest here were Yuan Ying Master Dinghai Zhenjun, with no such need, all waiting with extreme patience.

"Hmm, my head hurts terribly. Damn it, who dares to seek death..."

The first demon to awaken was a demon lord of the Xuanhu Clan, one of the six Wang Zu; he was naturally violent and lawless, and when his temper rose, he would even dare to provoke peers from the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Royal Clan.

"Who seeks death..."

"... death... death..."

In the next moment, this towering demon lord with a tiger's head and a human body trembled, his teeth chattering loudly.

Nearly a hundred human Master Dinghai Zhenjun!

And a human youth in green robes seated calmly on the throne, gazing at him.

The Xuanhu Demon Lord tightly covered his mouth with both hands, allowing no sound to escape.

"Humans..."

"Tian Jun, Tian Jun..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, quickly save Your Majesty..."

As time passed, the demons sealed within the ice-and-snow palace for twelve long years gradually awakened, causing panic and noise.

Many demon guards seized their weapons, formed military formations, swallowed hard, and stared tensely at their surroundings; their combat discipline was extremely high.

However, upon seeing the youth in green robes on the Six Paths Throne, all the demon guards lost their courage entirely, merely huddling together in formation to protect their Emperor, daring not to make any provocative move.

Gradually, the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord, subjected to the most severe seal, awakened.

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord made no panicked move.

Her gaze swept around, passing over the nearly hundred human Master Dinghai Zhenjun, then settled on the youth in green robes seated on the Six Paths Throne atop the ninety-nine-step platform.

Her pupils contracted slightly, her heart filled with overwhelming shock.

As the ruler of the demons, she clearly understood what the respectful submission of the bloodline Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Northern Plains clans such as Disciple Yin Dao and Bingyu on the Six Paths Throne and within the hall signified.

This meant,

that the new human Tian Jun had likely slain the old human Tian Jun, completing the unification of the human race in the Northern Plains!

Having just ascended, he completed the transition from old to new!

This meant that a human like Master Shuoyang Tian Jun had once again appeared in the Northern Plains.

"Pay respects to the Master Tushan Tian Jun!"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Master Dinghai Zhenjun bowed deeply in great ceremony, respectfully saying: "Congratulations on your defeat of Wan Zhu Tian Jun, your unification of the human race in the Northern Plains, and your establishment of an eternal foundation lasting a thousand generations."

"Thank you, Daoist friend, for your congratulations."

A faint voice came from the ninety-nine-step platform, showing no joy or anger.

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord grew even more uneasy.

After an unknown duration, another voice came.

"Daoist friend, your mother has waited for you for a long time; please return as soon as possible, so as not to cause the elder worry."

"Mother?"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

She could barely control herself but forced herself to hold back, respectfully saying: "Thank you, Tian Jun; I have been disrespectful in the past, please forgive me."

"May the Tian Jun live as long as heaven, for a thousand generations."

She bowed with every step, retreating backward until she reached the edge of the Black Hei Mo Gong, then turned and flew outward,

and dared not fly too fast, maintaining a fixed speed, as if afraid of startling a fierce beast.

"Thank you, Canghai Tianjun!"

The remaining demon clansmen, as if granted pardon, followed suit, stepping back quickly, then gathering around the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Yaojun and flying swiftly toward the Liu Dao Sect's main gate, vanishing beyond the horizon in moments.

After the demon clansmen departed, the Black Hei Mo Gong remained silent, yet the air gradually grew cold, thick with lethal intent.

"Go."

"Go and kill every cannibalistic demon clansman, revive the Northern Plains for humanity, and restore humanity's legacy."

Jiang Ding said slowly: "Go, seize the cultivation opportunities that are yours—even the Soul Transformation opportunity!"

"Merit shall be rewarded, fault punished—this is my promise."

"If any among you still harbor doubt, then go and act—facts will prove all."

"Yes, Canghai Tianjun!"

"Yes, Dayan Jianzi!"

"Yes, Lord!"

The Yuan Ying Master Dinghai Zhenjun surged with killing intent, roaring in unison: "We shall reclaim the Northern Plains, revive humanity, then march into the Western Desert, shatter the demon imperial court, and lay the captives at your feet!"

"Excellent."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"We take our leave!"

Hei Hei Louxi, Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others bowed once more, withdrawing slowly from the Black Hei Mo Gong.

Within the Liu Dao Sect, military banners filled the skies, the battle aura of the formations piercing heaven—yet utterly silent, not even a bird, mosquito, or whisper of wind remained; a pin dropping could be heard.

In this silent gate, the million cultivators of the Hun Yuan Fa, the hundred thousand sword cultivators of the Darifa Great Sword, and the one hundred and eight thousand Shihü maidens stood motionless for days, like statues of stone.

"Advance!"

"Advance!"

"Advance!"

Hei Hei Louxi, Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun returned to their respective formations and roared.

Hum!

In an instant, countless formation patterns spread across the land, spiritual light radiating wildly; the celestial and terrestrial spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave. Three vast military formations rose into the sky, covering hundreds of li, blasting forth with piercing battle aura as they flew toward the distance.

Their target: the former Darifa Sect's main gate—the very center of the demon imperial dynasty's rule over the Northern Plains!

(End of Chapter)