"…"
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal was speechless.
How many Golden Immortals are you looking down on?
Who are you belittling?
Moreover, don't you have any idea why there are only a few Golden Immortals, a dozen True Immortals, and a hundred or so Heavenly Immortals left? The Golden Immortals, True Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals you killed are no less than the immortals who returned safely to Earth.
Of course.
Such words could not be said out loud.
It had been days since they returned to the homeworld, but the immortals had not been idling. At the very least, they had learned everything they could about Jiang He and learned that he was no saint, a being not to be trifled with.
He smiled. "The worlds have agreed that those above Golden Immortal are not allowed to participate in the war between realms, which is why the strongest among the Hundred Races' invasion would be Golden Immortals."
"There's such an agreement?"
Jiang He exclaimed in surprise. "Who would be so bored to come up with such an agreement? Since it has come to this, why not have all the elites attack and fight to the death? Wouldn't it end with those who stand and those who fall? "
"It's a rule set by the Saints."
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal said, "The suppression within realms is too weak, and a planetary system could be completely destroyed if elites above Golden Immortal were to attack. That is why the Saints set this rule."
He appeared somber as he said, "Even if Golden Immortals are not allowed to attack, the Hundred Races Alliance is a frightening force, and the homeworld would not be able to stop them at all."
"If that's the case, why didn't you send more Golden Immortals back?"
Jiang He asked in confusion. "I've never been to the celestial battlefield, but I could guess that it is filled with Golden Immortals and Grand Luo. If Grand Luo could not join the war, would you still have to worry about not stopping the invasion?"
After all, he was now a full-fledged True Immortal and was about to ascend as a Golden Immortal.
Would Golden Immortals still be so rare after the world had changed?
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal flashed a pained smile and said, "Golden Immortals are not that rare even in the celestial battlefield. Moreover, there are battles in the celestial battlefield as well, and we would not be able to divert many Golden Immortals. In fact, we have many Golden Immortals returning this time, and with the power of the Star Map and the various grotto-heavens and Blessed Grounds, we could defend the homeworld even if the Hundred Races Alliance outnumbered us by a dozen.
Now, more than half of the Golden Immortals had been killed.
Their soul treasures had been taken away by Jiang He, and it was a fool's dream for the few of them left to defend the homeworld.
That was why the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal had come to ask Jiang He for help.
He rose to his feet and bowed to Jiang He, saying reverently, "Brother Jiang He, we need your help."
"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing?"
Jiang He rose to his feet and helped the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal up, saying, "Earth is my home, and it is up to everyone to protect it. How could I, Jiang He, sit back and watch as the Hundred Races invade? Besides … "
He paused for a few seconds before saying, "Fellow Daoist, is it true that those above the Golden Immortal Realm are not allowed to take part in the battle?"
"That's right!"
"Have there been any incidents where the strong disobeyed the rules … such as Grand Luo or Demi-Saints lurking in the crowd?"
"Impossible!"
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal Patriarch said with certainty, "This isn't a rule set by a single Saint, but a rule set by the Saints of many races and realms. No one dares to violate it."
"If that's the case, there's no need to worry about the Hundred Races invading."
Jiang He relaxed inwardly at those words and could not help puffing out his chest, smiling faintly. "There's no need to worry since those above Golden Immortal are not allowed to fight. What is there to fear even if hundreds or thousands of Golden Immortals from the Hundred Races Alliance?"
"Do you have a way to fight the Hundred Races Alliance, Brother Jiang He?"
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal's eyes lit up.
"Of course."
Jiang He said, "If I cultivate up to full-fledged Golden Immortal, I could defeat all Golden Immortals with my methods."
"Well …"
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Golden Immortal chuckled bitterly and appeared rather helpless. "Becoming immortal is difficult, and becoming Golden Immortal is even harder. Since ancient times, many True Immortal cultivators had been stuck at full-fledged Golden Immortal for endless years, unable to ascend to Golden Immortal. Even if Brother Jiang He is talented enough to cultivate Golden Immortal quickly, how long would it take for him to reach full-fledged Golden Immortal?"
"The Hundred Races Alliance wouldn't give us that much time."
He said somberly, "According to my calculations, the Hundred Races Alliance's first wave of probing would come in half a month or three months at most!"
"Eh?"
Stunned, Jiang He asked, "Half a month?"
"That's right."
"Heavens …"
Jiang He cried out in surprise, his emotions breaking down a little as he muttered, "Does that mean I would have to return to living in constant fear every day, worried that someone would come knocking on my door while I'm sleeping?"
He rubbed his temples helplessly and smiled bitterly. "My sleep quality had just improved recently, and I didn't expect the Hundred Races Alliance to cause trouble again."
Sigh!
Jiang He breathed a long sigh and did not want to say anything else.
Could it be that his life was destined to be a life of toil?
It seems that he would have to farm through the night again, working hard to improve his cultivation up to full-fledged Golden Immortal and the Secret Art of the Chaos Thundersword up to mastery in a week. He would also plant the premium-grade immortal item fragments he had and try to get himself ten flying swords. When the time comes, he would charge the Sword Array of Ten Realms and Infinity with his cultivation as a full-fledged Golden Immortal, and not even an average Grand Luo would be able to withstand it.
At that thought, Jiang He waved him off and said, "Don't worry, Brother. I'll handle this myself."
"By the way, there's something I want to ask you."
The Golden Immortal of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect could not help looking gloomy at Jiang He's words, feeling that Jiang He was brushing him off.
Handle it yourself?
How would a True Immortal like you solve it?
Even if Jiang He was powerful as a True Immortal and could cut down Golden Immortals, the Hundred Races Alliance would have a hundred Golden Immortals even if each race had one Golden Immortal. No matter how powerful Jiang He was, could he stop the encirclement of a hundred Golden Immortals?
Moreover, even the bottom-feeder races of the Hundred Races Alliance could mobilize more than one Golden Immortal.
When that happens, the array formed by hundreds of Golden Immortals could burn even Grand Luo to death.
"It seems that I must contact the Palace of Six Holies about this as soon as possible. I hope that the Six Holies could send more elites to watch over the homeworld." Even as the thought crossed his mind, the Golden Immortal of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect smiled and said, "Just ask away, Mister Jiang. I will tell you everything I know."
The Golden Immortal of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was called Wang Lin.
It was a very common name, but in the circle of immortal cultivators, people rarely called each other by their names. Most of them referred to each other by their daoist titles. His daoist title was the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist, named after a sword technique he had created.
Musing to himself for a moment, Jiang He then said, "You might not know this, Brother, but I've been cultivating for too short a time and without a master's legacy. I've only reached where I am now by fumbling around on my own and creating cultivation manuals, which is why I actually don't know much about the world of cultivators."
"If I may ask, Brother, is there a race called Gods and Demons in this universe?"
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist was dumbstruck.
He opened his mouth and cursed inwardly!
If you want to ask a question, just ask.
Why should I lay the groundwork?
What do you mean by no master's legacy?
Fumbling around on your own and creating cultivation manuals?
Who are you kidding?
If one could cultivate to this level by fumbling around and creating their own cultivation manuals, the untitled cultivators would not be so miserable.
Composing himself, the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist said, "There are indeed the Celestial Race and the Demon Race in the universe. These two races are extremely powerful, with the Celestial Race occupying the Divine Realm while the Demon Race occupying the Demon Realm. They are the top ten hegemonic races in the universe."
"Likewise, the Gods and Demons are sworn enemies of the Three Realms and the leaders of the Hundred Races Alliance."
"Oh?"
Jiang He's eyes lit up. "In other words, there would definitely be God Demon elites in the Hundred Races Alliance?"
God Demon corpses. God Demon corpses.
He needed that to level up his farm.
When the time comes, he just had to kill a few God Demons.
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