Chapter 225: Preparing for Battle, Sanqian Zhou!

The Primeval Immortal Realm is in chaos.

The leaders of each Dao tradition first set foot on the Gu Family Divine Island, then immediately crushed the highest‑grade transmission jade slips.

The orders are astonishingly uniform: bankrupt the household and gather supplies.

Deep within the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

The Dragon Emperor assumes a half‑human, half‑dragon form, standing before the altar that venerates the ancestral forebears.

He holds in his hand an iron pickaxe of unknown origin, gesturing at the floor tiles beneath the altar.

Several aged dragon clan elders kneel behind him, old tears streaming, pleading bitterly.

"Dragon Emperor, think twice! Beneath this lies the dragon bone shed by the first generation ancestor; it is the foundation of our clan's suppression of Qi‑flow, we must not dig it up!"

The Dragon Emperor turns his head, his dragon whiskers upright, spitting a spray of saliva onto the elders' faces.

"Nonsense! Qi‑flow can't be eaten as food? Qi‑flow can't buy immortal matter? The Gu Family side has already announced that Sanqian Zhou is littered with treasures; if we cannot present enough proof of allegiance, we won't even qualify to sip the broth!"

He raises the iron pickaxe and slams it heavily onto the diamond‑rock floor tiles. Sparks fly in all directions.

"Don't bring up the ancient ancestors. If the ancient ancestors were alive, they'd have to wield the pickhead themselves! With immortal matter, our dragon clan could produce ten more true immortals; that is the real foundation!"

The elders exchange glances, speechless.

On the other side, the Ji Family ancestral lands.

Ji Tianyou sits upright on the family head's throne, with dozens of Ji Family senior officials standing below.

In the great hall's center are stacked hundreds to thousands of storage rings.

"Not enough."

Ji Tianyou flips through the ledgers, his jade fingers lightly tapping the table, producing a crisp sound.

"Family head, this already accounts for seventy percent of the Ji Family's liquid assets. Even the tribute share from subordinate sects has been prepaid for thirty thousand years."

A steward wipes sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

Ji Tianyou stands, sweeping his long sleeves.

"Break the seal on the immortal‑gold ore vein behind the mountain and mine it through the night. Also, take all the unusable fragmented ancient techniques from the Scripture Repository and sell them on the black market for divine source."

The steward is startled, his face turning pale.

"Family head, the immortal‑gold ore vein is reserved for the juniors…"

"Juniors?"

Ji Tianyou cuts him off, his tone harsh,

"The Gu Family intends to relocate to Sanqian Zhou… Though this immortal does not know what Sanqian Zhou truly is, you heard clearly: the two states of Thunder and Fire, brimming with immortal matter, are just two of them. This is a brand‑new era; if the Ji Family cannot keep pace with the Gu Family, it has no future. Bring out every convertible asset; this time, we will purchase the Gu Family Expeditionary Vanguard Camp's seat!"

Pantheon.

【9】 The Prime Origin Divine Lord sits amid a pile of ledgers, holding an abacus, clicking it rapidly.

The Primordial Beginning God Lord sat amidst a pile of ledgers, holding an abacus, click-clacking it at breakneck speed.

Old Ancestor sits nearby, sipping tea, watching the Prime Origin Divine Lord's miserly demeanor, shaking his head silently.

"Are the calculations clear?" the Old Ancestor asks.

"They're not clear."

The Prime Origin Divine Lord slams the abacus, his face wincing, "The Pantheon's foundation was already thin; we bled heavily buying ascension slots before, and now we must also raise the expeditionary entry fee—selling us wouldn't even cover it."

The Old Ancestor sets down his teacup.

"My old face still holds some value; send someone to contact those supreme solitary cultivators, tell them the Pantheon is leading the formation of a Solitary Cultivator Alliance. Those who wish to profit in Sanqian Zhou must first pay a membership fee. We'll use that money to buy a slot from the Gu Family."

The Prime Origin Divine Lord slaps his thigh, laughing joyfully.

"Jiang is still sharp with age, pulling a white wolf with empty hands—what a high move!"

Every corner of the Primeval Immortal Realm is staging a similar scene.

All Dao traditions, vying for tickets to Sanqian Zhou, will stop at nothing.

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Meanwhile, Sanqian Zhou, Immortal Realm…

At the summit of Burial Sword Mountain, perpetual clouds and mist enshroud it.

Li Hentian sits cross‑legged on a smooth green stone.

Before him lies the life‑bound divine sword that has accompanied him for countless epochs.

A fine crack runs along the blade, from tip to hilt.

Li Hentian exhales a puff of foul breath, his aura listless.

His duplicate was destroyed, the sword Dao's essence forcibly stripped; such a wound cannot heal without a hundred thousand years of cultivation.

The surrounding space ripples in waves.

Four towering projections descend around Burial Sword Mountain.

These four are all Immortal Realm's Immortal Kings stationed at Sanqian Zhou.

"Li Hentian, what is your explanation?"

The eastern projection strikes first, its voice like a massive bell, shattering the mountain's mist.

"Thunder State and Fire State vanished before your very eyes. The foreign Red Sky Immortal King seized the chance to rebel, repeatedly harassing the borders; the frontier wars reignited, and you, who guard Sanqian Zhou, cannot escape blame."

Li Hentian doesn't even lift an eyelid.

"Lost is lost. This king will retrieve it himself."

The southern projection snorts coldly.

"Now, you still dare to argue? Two states, billions of lives—how could they vanish without cause? What are you truly hiding?"

Li Hentian opens his eyes, his gaze sweeping the four projections with unabashed mockery.

"What am I hiding? If you have the ability, investigate yourselves; that day Red Sky crossed the boundary, forcibly seizing the two states. I drew my sword to block, and as we clashed, a third party intervened."

The other side's methods are strange, they severed karma. My clone was destroyed, my main body injured, yet you stand there talking without any back pain.

The projection from the west eased its tone.

"Li Hentian, we all belong to the Immortal Domain faction; we share honor and disgrace alike. Who exactly is this third party? To be able to snatch food from both you and Crimson Void at the same time, they are certainly no ordinary figure. If you have any clues, you should share them; we will join forces to take them down and recover the origin of the two provinces."

Li Hentian coldly snorted in his heart.

Share the clues?

If those old foxes found out, that old guy named Gu Cangsheng who has a fragment of Chaos Spirit Stone in his hand would probably run faster than anyone.

That is the legendary Genesis Cornerstone said to allow one to glimpse the realms of the Supreme Immortal King and even the Immortal Emperor.

Such fortune, Li Hentian intends to swallow it all himself.

"I already said, karma has been severed, I can't find anything." Li Hentian's tone turned harsh as he directly issued an eviction order: "I need to go into seclusion to heal my wounds. As for the border war, you handle it yourselves. Take your leave, I won't see you off."

The four projections, seeing they could get nothing out, each gave a cold snort and dissipated into the void.

Burial Sword Mountain returned to tranquility.

Li Hentian stroked the cracks on the sword's blade, his eyes hiding extreme greed and killing intent.

Gu Cangsheng, Gu Family.

That shattered lower realm star domain actually hides such a secret.

What does severing karma matter?

As long as I recover from my injuries, I will definitely turn that star domain upside down.

Chaos Spirit Stone, it can only be mine.

Li Hentian closed his eyes, began circulating his cultivation method, drawing upon the countless sword qi buried beneath Burial Sword Mountain to repair his damaged origin.

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Primeval Immortal Domain.

Gu Family Divine Island.

Gu Xuan Ce was directing tens of thousands of formation masters, setting up a Super Transmission Great Array around the periphery of Divine Island.

This is the core project of relocating the Three Thousand Provinces.

He has now also walked the path to immortality and attained the rank of True Immortal.

Furthermore, the Myriad Medicine Divine Lord offered his guidance.

His formation prowess could be described as advancing a thousand miles in a day.

"The engraving of the formation patterns must not deviate in the slightest! This is a cross‑world traction; a miss by a hair's breadth leads to an error of a thousand miles!"

Gu Xuan Ce held a compass in his hand, flying back and forth in midair like a tireless spinning top.

Behind Divine Island, the Myriad Medicine Divine Lord's exclusive alchemy chamber.

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover was enlarged to a height of a hundred zhang, serving as an alchemy furnace.

The Myriad Medicine Divine Lord stood before the furnace, his hands moving as fast as lightning, throwing stalk after stalk of hundred‑thousand‑year‑old immortal herbs into the furnace.

Gu Zhan stood aside, lending a hand and responsible for controlling the fire.

"Make the fire bigger! Haven't you eaten?" the Myriad Medicine Divine Lord commanded.

Gu Zhan wiped away sweat and complained, "Old swindler, your demand is too high! This is True Immortal fire; make it any bigger and the furnace will melt."

"Cut the nonsense, this is a Creation Pill prepared for the expeditionary army; no room for error. The Young Master ordered that every Gu Family participant in the war be armed to the teeth."