They watched as the Red Scarves Alliance disappeared into the dense forest. Night was about to fall, and the remaining thousand or so troops on the wasteland immediately became restless.
Now, no matter which palace or palace you came from, it was useless. The disciples of the various sects and clans all belonged to their own sects, and the one with the highest cultivation and seniority was the most respected. They gathered together and relied on each other.
The larger sects had dozens of people, while the smaller sects only had a few people. More than 1,200 people were divided into more than 60 groups.
"Senior Uncle, didn't Zhao Fei say that he would leave with our Sect of the Three Founders?"
A middle-aged man asked a white-haired old man. These people were the disciples of the Sect of the Three Founders that Zhao Fei and Miao Yi had mentioned before. The white-haired old man was called Yan Baichuan, and he was also a Blue Lotus Ninth Grade cultivator.
"Water flows to the bottom, and people walk to the top. They've found a better place to go, so they naturally won't bother to stay with us." Yan Baichuan snorted. Although he was unhappy about Zhao Fei going back on his word, he did not dare to do anything to Zhao Fei.
It was very simple. Anyone with eyes could tell that Zhao Fei was now one of the core members of the Red Scarves Alliance. The Red Scarves Alliance was powerful and well-trained. The Gate of the Three Founding Ancestors only had a few dozen people, so they probably wouldn't even take them seriously. Especially with how valiant their Alliance Master was. He could even defeat the three major sects in a single breath. The Gate of the Three Founding Ancestors wouldn't even be a match for him. Since they couldn't afford to offend them, there was naturally no need for them to look for trouble.
Another disciple of the Sect of Three Founders shouted, "Uncle Master, look!"
Small sects consisting of just a few people and a dozen or so people, one after another, were all heading in the same direction. They were heading in the direction of the Red Scarves Alliance. It seemed like they were chasing after the Red Scarves Alliance.
"Is he trying to join the Red Scarves Alliance?" someone muttered.
Yan Baichuan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said to the people around him, "The six nations have a total of 180,000 troops, and there are many great sects among them. There are even more experts as common as the clouds. Even if our Sect of the Three Founders can meet up with the people sent by our respective sects, there are only a few dozen of them. It will be extremely difficult for us to establish ourselves in the Sea of Constellations. I wish to join the Red Scarves Alliance. What do you think, Martial Nephews? "
"Martial Uncle, this disciple has the same intention."
"Since it is Martial Uncle's decision, we will naturally follow."
"I'm afraid the sects that are chasing after him are in cahoots with Uncle-Master."
A sect defected to another group. Of course, it wasn't nice to say it out loud, but this concerned everyone's life and death. Naturally, there would be people who would flatter and help to justify it.
However, there were also those who were doubtful. "I wonder if the Red Scarves Alliance will accept us?"
Yan Baichuan explained, "The Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade is so dangerous. Do you think the Red Scarves Alliance Master will complain about having too many helpers?"
Someone else said. "Why don't we contact the other sects and form an alliance?"
Yan Baichuan shook his head and said, "Every sect has their own selfish motives. No one will feel at ease if they work together. If it were possible, someone would have done it long ago, and we wouldn't have to wait for them to work together. On the other hand, have you noticed the Red Scarves Alliance? They only have people like Zhao Fei who have no background in any sect. It's not a big deal to join them. Not to mention that the Red Scarves Alliance had made it very clear. For ten years in the Sea of Constellations, they only wished to live and die together for nine years. In the last year, he would become enemies with everyone! There's nothing wrong with joining them now. Even if we wait until the day we become enemies, our Sect of the Three Founders will still be united. We will still have the upper hand in the Red Scarves Alliance. "
Many of them muttered to themselves, 'When that time comes, who knows how many members of the Sect of the Three Founders will still be alive. If we're united, how could we possibly have the upper hand?'
However, they were indeed weak right now. Everyone wanted to live another day, so naturally no one objected. Everyone looked at each other, then cupped their fists and said, "We will follow Senior Uncle's (Senior Granduncle's) arrangements!"
Yan Baichuan nodded. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Under Yan Baichuan's lead, the Sect of the Three Founders galloped towards the direction the Red Scarves Alliance had disappeared in.
The troops on the wasteland all headed in the same direction. There were also some who chose another path. Not everyone thought the same.
Their gazes were fixed on the direction the troops had disappeared in. On the ship, Wu Menglan muttered to herself, "Could they have all joined the Red Scarves Alliance?"
The man standing on the balcony landed beside Wu Menglan in a flash and smiled, "This Red Scarves Alliance is quite interesting. I hope I'll be able to see the members of the Red Scarves Alliance at the 'Western Constellations Palace'. Hall Master Wu, let's get down to business. "
Wu Menglan turned around and nodded. The two of them signed the handover document. They bade each other farewell.
Wu Menglan quickly flew away with Pang Rang in tow. Meanwhile, the man suddenly flung his sleeves and released a beam of red light, destroying the ten large ships as if they were twigs. He then put away his transcendent artifact and flew off into the distance.
Countless wooden planks floated on the surface of the sea. With a splash, Su Jinggong broke through the surface of the water. Riding the waves, he landed on the beach and stared at the corpses of the three major sects. A hint of sorrow flashed across his eyes.
There were still many dragon steeds lingering around their former masters, unwilling to leave. Su Jinggong leaped onto one of them and left alone …
In the middle of the vast blue sea, there was a place with towering reefs that were hundreds of zhang tall. They were uneven like a forest in the middle of the vast blue sea, and also looked like the huge fangs of a monster. The seawater between the towering reefs was either deathly still or turbulent with white waves. The color of the seawater was either dark blue or dark black. Giant sharks with their backs exposed could be seen swimming around, or clawed with unknown claws. It was a frightening sight to behold, and mortals would never be able to approach.
In the middle of this place, there was a mountain peak that was over a thousand zhang tall. However, the scenery was completely different. Lush greenery and flowers bloomed like a brocade. It was as if the weather wasn't affected by the weather, and it bloomed like spring all year round. Verdant ancient trees clustered around a huge and deep palace. Pavilions and terraces rose and fell, and dozens of horned pythons wandered about. Their hearing was extremely sensitive, and they would turn around at the slightest movement. Their red eyes flickered as they flicked their forked tongues.
This place was the Western Constellations Palace, one of the four great divine palaces of the Sea of Constellations' Four Constellations Masters. It was the divine palace of the Western Constellations Master, Fu Qing.
In the direction of the palace's main entrance, a huge golden astrolabe was placed inside a side hall. It was a transcendent artifact refined when the Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade was established all those years ago. The four Constellations Masters took turns keeping it. This time, the Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade was held in the Western Star Sea, which was why the astrolabe was here as well.
There was a slight stench of blood in the side hall. This was because two horned pythons would occasionally swim around inside the hall, sometimes coiling around the pillars. Many people in the hall frowned at the sight. Unfortunately, the Western Constellations Master had purposely placed them here to disgust them, so it wasn't easy to chase them away.
Everyone understood that Fu Qing was unhappy that the Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade was held in the Western Star Sea. Then again, no matter whose territory it was, Fu Qing wouldn't be happy about it. If it weren't for Yao Sage Ji Huan's suppression, Fu Qing would definitely have chased everyone out of the hall to sleep in the open. There was no way he would even provide a hall for everyone to use.
Ever since the eighteen people in the hall arrived, no one had seen Fu Qing show his face. When they went to pay him a visit, he refused to meet them, saying that he was in closed-door cultivation. He didn't even meet the people sent by Ji Huan, telling them to look for his subordinates if they needed anything. Ji Huan's subordinates gave up and returned obediently.
It was clear how powerful the Four Constellations Masters of the Sea of Constellations were. After all, these four were renowned Demonic Behemoths who had been cultivating for tens of thousands of years. In terms of seniority, they were even older than the Six Sages. Unless the Six Sages personally made an appearance, Fu Qing didn't have to give them any face. Most importantly, even if he didn't give them face, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
There was a reason why the Sea of Constellations was renowned throughout the cultivation realm. The so-called Four Constellations Masters were the original masters of this place. They couldn't be chased away just because they wanted to.
For the Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade this time, the Six Sages had each sent three people to spectate the battles. The people who came this time were a little different. Almost all of the people leading them were people who were close to the Six Sages.
This was because the nature of the Subjugation Crusade this time was a little different. The younger generation of the Six Sages had come to participate, making the Subjugation Crusade a battlefield for the younger generation of the Six Sages to compete against each other. As such, the 180,000 cultivators participating in the Subjugation Crusade this time had become the main characters.
In order to ensure the Subjugation Crusade's impartiality — or more accurately, in order to prevent others from tampering — the Six Sages had sent their own trusted aides to hold the fort.
The representatives of the six nations each took a corner of the astrolabe and stared at the specks of light on the Western Star Sea's projection. Most of them were white, but there were six red specks that stood out the most. These six red specks represented the true targets of the six nations' attention. The other white specks were probably nothing more than weeds in their eyes.
In the Devil Nation, Devil Sage Yun Aotian's youngest son, Yun Guang, had arrived. This was because Yun Guang's son, who was also the Devil Sage's grandson, was participating in the battle. Yun Guang had the demeanor of a father. His expression was domineering as he clasped his hands behind his back and swept a sharp gaze across the astrolabe.
Two people stood behind Yun Guang. One of them looked a little familiar to Miao Yi. It was Mister Zuo, who had taken Luo Shuangfei away back then.
In the Buddha Nation, Grandmaster Qi Jie, a subordinate of Buddha Sage Cang Lei, had arrived. The old monk's head was bald, and his two snow-white eyebrows hung all the way to his chest. His face was kind, and he was thin and hale. His eyes were bright and deep. His monk's robes were as white as snow, and the edges were trimmed with black satin. The black satin was embroidered with a magnificent golden cloud pattern, making him look kind and noble.
Grandmaster Qi Jie's disciple had also come to participate. However, he wasn't the main character, but the Buddha Sage's direct disciple's support. Because Grandmaster Qi Jie's disciple was participating, the Buddha Sage had sent Grandmaster Qi Jie to hold the fort.
In the Yao Nation, Yao Sage Ji Huan's daughter, Ji Meimei, had arrived. The main character of the competition was her son, so as a mother, she personally came to hold the fort.
In the Ghost Nation, Ghost Sage Situ Xiao's disciple, Hei Yun, had arrived. The main character of the competition was also his son.
In the Boundless Nation, Dao Sage Feng Beichen's disciple, Hua Yu, had arrived. The main character of the competition was his disciple.
In the Celestial Nation, two disciples of Celestial Sage Mu Fanjun had arrived. One of them was her disciple, Tang Jun, and the other was Fairy Hong Chen, who was renowned for her beauty in the cultivation realm. The latter had volunteered to come because she had a good relationship with the main character of the competition. At the same time, she was also the Celestial Sage's disciple. She was Fairy Yue Yao, who was equally as beautiful as Fairy Hong Chen.
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