So many cultivators gathered here for different purposes, but the general direction was the same: they hoped to gain benefits through the Ancient Ancestor's Gate that was about to open.
Different forces had different interpretations of the Ancient Ancestor's Gate.
For example, many sects in the famous mountains and rivers in China hoped to go out of the earth and into the universe, so as to break the shackles of life.
As for some foreign practitioners, according to the various legends of their own clans or organizations, they believed that through the Gate of Time and Space, they could summon powerful Battle Beasts and Battle Pets, make Demon Contracts, summon Demon Gods to fight for them and so on.
About the Ancient Ancestor's Gate, there were different prophecies in different cultivation circles all over the world.
For example, several western ancient cultivators who appeared in front of the flying boat at this time belonged to an ancient western inheritance organization called "Devil Vine". They believed that the huge portal in the sky was the door to the Kingdom of Heaven.
Naturally, the fewer people on the road to the Kingdom of Heaven, the better, so that it would not appear crowded.
In the past dozens of days, the major forces and organizations had fought fiercely for the space on Xuantian Mountain. Several battles had been fought, and countless people were killed and injured. Almost the top of Xuantian Mountain was covered with blood. That was why the major camps were confronting each other today. The "Devil Vine" belonged to a middle-lower position organization in the Western European camp, responsible for patrolling and defending the periphery.
The direction of Li Mu and others' flying boat happened to be in the direction of the Western European camp, so it was intercepted.
"The Eastern War God?"
Mike, the leader of the "Devil Vine", was a strong white man who was as muscular as an ancient Roman sculpture. He wore green rattan armor and a green helmet. When he heard the words, he laughed and said, "Is that the coward who was captured by the Sword Immortal of the Eastern Mountain? Hahaha, I happened to watch the live broadcast. Such a name is already bad. How dare you mention it now … "
Before his voice died away —
The broadsword light flashed.
Bang, bang, bang.
Several ancient cultivators of the "Devil Vine" organization were turned into blood mist before they could even react.
Li Mu looked at the stupid dog in surprise.
The Husky withdrew his paws from the sleeves of his suit, grinned, and said, "Are you surprised? In fact, it's not a big deal. I often watch you practice broadsword, so it's normal for me to know a bit of Broadsword Qi. After all, I'm such an excellent dog. "
It was not Li Mu who attacked just now, but this stupid dog.
The demise of the Devil Vine organization immediately attracted the attention of other people in the Western European camp.
An obscure power floated beneath the earth.
On the ground, a small sapling suddenly grew crazily. In the blink of an eye, it grew to thousands of meters tall. Its branches and leaves spread out like green pythons. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws in the air as they charged towards the flying boat.
"Druid magic?"
The vertical eye between Li Mu's eyebrows opened and closed. With a flash of lightning, all the twigs and leaves in the sky were turned into ashes.
The restless Western European camp below suddenly calmed down.
"Sir, please pass."
A rather peculiar spiritual fluctuation was transmitted over.
It was not a language.
Li Mu's heart stirred.
This spiritual wave gave him a feeling of ancientness and lethargy, but there was also a feeling of a bottomless abyss, an unfathomable feeling like an endless starry sky. It was definitely not an ordinary person.
Could it be an ancient God from the West?
The airship flew over the Western European camp.
"Elder, this Easterner killed the chief of the Devil Vine clan. He's too arrogant. Are we just going to let them pass?" On the ground, in a beech forest, a warrior wearing a bear's hide and a necklace of white teeth asked a gray-robed monk with an indignant look on his face.
The monk was bald, with gray eyebrows, a gray robe, and straw shoes. He wore very simple clothes. He was in his fifties, tall and straight, and looked hale and hearty.
In the face of the warrior's doubt, the monk smiled and said, "The road of an arrogant person is narrower and narrower. The ruthless reality will punish him. The power of the Father has not been fully awakened. Our main energy should be focused on the 'Gate of God' that is about to be opened. Don't make too many troubles. But remember, the Father will not let his child bleed in vain."
"Praise the Father."
The warrior bowed his head.
Li Mu's flying boat finally landed in the southwest corner of the Xuantian Mountain Plain.
There was a small camp here, guarded by less than 40 people.
This small campsite was located in a remote location. Military tents were set up, and a patch of military green surrounded by various cultivation forces of various sizes. It was especially eye-catching, but at the same time, it was the smallest campsite on the entire Xuantian Mountain. It was the kind of feeling of being ostracized by unloved and unloved people.
It was relatively "shabby".
"Adviser Li, you're finally here."
A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes rushed out of the camp and bowed respectfully.
"It's you?" Li Mu was also quite surprised.
This young man was called Wang Menghu. He was a martial arts teenager rescued from the nest of terrorists and madmen when he went on an expedition to the Middle East. He did not expect that he had become a member of the military and was sent to be stationed here.
"Brother Mu, do you still remember me?" A familiar voice came.
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in a military uniform with a square face. His face was firm, and his eyes were firm.
"Old Song?" Li Mu was very surprised, and then he smiled. "We meet again. Why are you here?"
This middle-aged man was Song Changlin, a researcher rescued by Li Mu from the Divine Land.
When the Vanguard returned to Earth, Li Mu did not meet many of the surviving scientific researchers. Su Cuo was the only exception. After Song Changlin returned to the country, after a period of investigation, he threw himself back into the scientific research work.
But from then on, the focus of Song Changlin's research had changed to the direction of the integration of martial arts civilization and science and technology. Because of his decades of bizarre experience on the Divine Land and his good scientific research foundation, with the outbreak of the cultivation era, he soon became a national treasure-level research expert.
Li Mu did not expect that Song Changlin was one of the people stationed on the Xuantian Mountain on behalf of China.
"There is a research that can change the fate of the whole country. At the critical stage, it can't be pushed forward, and I can't find a research example. Until the appearance of this super-large space-time gate, all the data completely meet the research requirements. So I took the initiative to come here. Now it's the critical time to collect data!"
Without waiting for Li Mu to ask, Song Changlin took the initiative to introduce the reason why he came here.
He had been committed to the combination of technology and martial arts. The ultimate goal was to enable ordinary people to fight against cultivators with various weapons and equipment. In this way, the government could regain the dominant power in the world and maintain order. At the same time, it could also enable Earth to have a stronger counterattack when facing the invasion of the martial arts forces outside the solar system!
This could be regarded as a scientist's effort to solve the crisis on Earth!
Li Mu admired this kind of person very much!
"Thank you for your hard work."
Li Mu shook hands with Song Changlin.
In addition to Old Song, there were six other scientific and technological workers, three top experts of the military, and more than 20 military special soldiers.
Li Mu also introduced Old Zhang, Old Wang, and other old Vajra men to Song Changlin and the others.
The commander of the camp was an old man named Ou Yangfu, one of the three top military experts. He was at the high level of the Soldier Realm. He was one of the people secretly cultivated by the army with countless resources. But Li Mu could see at a glance that Ou Yangfu was the same as the other two top experts. They were all in the same realm. Compared with the real experts in the Soldier Realm, their real combat strength was much weaker.
"I have received the military order from Commander Zhang and Commander Fan of the Soviet Army. From now on, we will completely follow the command of Consultant Li." Ou Yangfu had the temperament of a soldier. He was an old soldier. He stood at attention and saluted, his body as straight as a javelin.
"Okay."
Li Mu was not modest.
He glanced around the camp. There were many camps and areas of other parties. There were boundaries and tactical deployments of all sizes. The closer they were to the Gate of Ancient Ancestors, the fiercer the competition was. The best area directly below the Gate of Ancient Ancestors was occupied by the world's largest cultivation forces.
The pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first.
Everyone understood this truth.
"Old men, you must be tired after a long journey. Why don't you take a rest in the tent first?" Wang Menghu didn't know why Li Mu brought more than a dozen old men here, but he still enthusiastically invited them to take a rest. After all, they were old. What if something bad happened to them?
When Li Mu heard this, he laughed.
"No, we're not tired. We can stand guard."
The old men were dressed in loose old military uniforms, which didn't show their muscles. So, they didn't care that they were looked down upon. They began to set up sentries around the camp according to the old way they used to do when they were soldiers.
"Is the Qinling Mountains still the land of China? How come so much of it is occupied by these foreign devils?"
The old men were the kind of old nationalistic young men. They were very dissatisfied with the current situation.
As veterans who had been to the battlefield, their passion had never been extinguished. Their persistence in some ideas might be beyond the understanding of many young people today.
Everything was settled.
Li Mu observed the huge space-time vortex in the sky.
He could clearly feel that the fluctuations of the space elements above his head were intensifying every minute and every second. There seemed to be some mysterious power in the depths of the vortex that was being released bit by bit.
If one were to observe with their transcendence eyes, they would be able to see broken and distorted runes colliding within the vortex, being destroyed and reborn, reassembling as they searched for a stable passageway rune matrix that was completely torn apart and out of control.
Those runes were ancient but familiar. They were the secret arts of the six major races in the Ziwei Star Zone.
Li Mu could even clearly sense that a familiar aura of power was constantly overflowing from the space-time vortex and permeating between heaven and earth. The rejection of the space-time vortex in this part of the world was no longer as fierce as before.
That was the aura of the God of War, Bai Jun's God of Blood.
There was no doubt that this was definitely the out-of-control passage that the Grand Ancestors of the six major races were working hard to build. It was the first way for them to counterattack and invade Earth.
"If I take action now and break this out-of-control formation, I can only delay them for a little less than half a month. I believe it won't be long before the six major races try to open the second, the third, and the third space-time gate. Once I alert the enemy this time, the six major races may take other more covert means. At that time, it will not only be difficult to find, but also more difficult to deal with."
It was easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against an arrow in the dark.
Li Mu was thinking about countermeasures in his mind.
At this time, there was a noise outside the camp.
"Who is it?" Old Wang said, "Stop. If you don't stop, I will take action."
"Humph, old man, you are so rude. I am Sun Hao, the eldest disciple of the Sword Elder, the current leader of the Five Mountains Magic Alliance. I come to see Li Mu and send an invitation. On behalf of my leader, I want to ask Consultant Li if he dares to go to the Sword-discussing Camp … Get out of my way."
A voice came from hundreds of meters away. Strand by strand, it penetrated the tactical deployment of the camp and reached the ears of Li Mu and the others.
This man spoke very harshly.
Before Li Mu and the others could go out, there was a loud noise outside.
The power was fluctuating, and the airflow was overflowing.
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