At the end of the 1006th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar, the Nine States did not have the same atmosphere as the previous years.
Outside Zhongzhou City in the Barren State, in the boundless sky, a black eagle spread its wings and soared, as if it was patrolling something.
Groups of cultivators flew into the sky and entered the territory of Zhongzhou City.
These people were all cultivators from all over the Nine States.
Five or six years ago, the people of the Nine States had gradually forgotten about the Barren State. The holy land of the Barren State did not have much of a presence, and even the Nine State Forum was excluded.
But now, this city in the center of the Barren State had become the center of the storm in the Nine States. Countless cultivators had traveled millions of miles, and after several months, they had come to witness the war that would take place in Zhongzhou City.
There had not been a war of this level in the Nine States for hundreds of years. How could it not attract attention?
It was rumored that the Hall of Holy Light, Xihua Sacred Mountain, and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty had all gathered their armies, but they did not set off immediately. According to some people, saints from the Hall of Holy Light had gone to the Endless Ocean to urge the armies of the three holy lands to set off, and they had agreed on a time.
It seemed that some kind of agreement had been reached. The three holy lands of the Endless Ocean had also gathered forces from various island cities in the sea region, ready to go to the Barren State.
Because several holy lands had agreed to send out their armies at the same time, there had been some delay. After all, with the strength of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State now, in addition to the Yue clan and the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, even the powerful Hall of Holy Light would not dare to lead an army alone. If only one force arrived, the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State would probably come out of the palace and take the initiative to fight.
Finally, on the first day of the 1007th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar, the armies of the Hall of Holy Light, Xihua Sacred Mountain, the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, the North Deep, the Ocean Palace, and the Celestial Cliffs set off from their holy lands at almost the same time. It was obvious that they had discussed it.
The Nine States were in turmoil.
As for the other holy lands, people speculated that people from all the holy lands of the Nine States had gathered in Zhongzhou City, but they had not revealed their identities.
In addition to the armies of the six holy lands, Saint Zhi and Kong Yao of Zhisheng Cliffs had been staying in Zhongzhou City.
At this moment, in a tavern in Central Continent City, there were a few people quietly drinking. Among them was an old man with an extraordinary bearing. He looked to be around 50 years old, and his eyes were full of vigor. His eyes always carried a gentle smile, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
"Master, will there be a battle of the Saint Plane this time?" a young man looked at the old man and asked. The old man in front of him was another Saint of Yu Province, Shi Sheng.
The Stone Saint kept a very low profile and almost never got involved in the affairs of the outside world. Zhisheng Cliffs had always been the number one sacred ground in Yu State. While the Stone Saint was a mighty one of the Saint Plane, he did not have a strong presence. Many people said that the Stone Saint had nothing to do with the world and only focused on training.
"The saints of the Holy Zhi Palace have been hiding, or the Great Zhou Sacred King would have made his move long ago. As for this Sacred War, if the Yue clan and the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple were to participate, and if the Moon Saint and the Glass Saint were to appear on the battlefield, there is a high chance that a battle between saints would break out." Shi Sheng said calmly. If the Holy War really broke out, it wouldn't just be the death of one or two people. Instead, it would be the destruction of a large number of powerhouses. Under such circumstances, even a powerhouse of the Saint Plane wouldn't be able to restrain himself from joining the battle.
"Master, don't you have any thoughts?" the young man asked again.
"A battle between immortals. What thoughts do you have? To participate and be cannon fodder? " Shi Sheng glared at his disciple. Suddenly, the young man smiled bitterly. Indeed, in a battle of this scale, if one were to participate rashly, no matter which side they stood on, they would be cannon fodder.
Shi Sheng drank the wine in his cup, then looked up into the distance and said, "The people from the sacred grounds of the Nine States should have all arrived. Of course they want the lineage of Renhuang, but this is a hot potato, and it's not that easy to get. Let's go."
As he said this, he got up and walked away.
"Where are you going, Master?" Everyone at the table got up and followed him.
"The Holy Zhi Palace, of course." Shi Sheng's voice was heard. Not only them, but countless people in Zhongzhou City also rushed in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Everyone in Zhongzhou City had heard the news that all the sacred grounds would join forces to attack the Holy Zhi Palace today.
Outside Zhongzhou City, there were demonic beasts patrolling in every direction.
At that moment, at the border of Zhongzhou City, from the west, a mighty army descended. The army of tens of thousands of people came on divine implements, and the saints personally used their power to steer the divine implements to lead the way. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the army to reach the Holy Zhi Palace in a day. It was impossible.
The person at the head was Saint Ji.
At this time, Saint Ji looked up into the sky. The other sacred grounds should be arriving soon.
"Wait here," Saint Ji ordered. The six great sacred grounds had agreed to march towards the Holy Zhi Palace at the same time. Now that they had entered Zhongzhou City, there was no need to be anxious. They only needed to wait for the time to come and directly attack the Holy Zhi Palace.
After a while, a dazzling beam of light came from afar. It was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came here. It was a cultivator of the Saint Plane.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Saint Ji frowned when he saw the person who came. The saint who came was a cultivator of the Saint Plane from the Hall of Holy Light.
"A large number of cultivators from the Qi Clan have come to Holy Light City, just below our Hall of Holy Light. They seem to be besieging us, "the person said, and when he heard what he said, Saint Ji's eyes were sharp, revealing a terrifying coldness.
The Qi Clan of Qi State, how dare they do this?
"Did they negotiate?" Saint Ji asked.
"Yes." The person nodded. "But the people of the Qi Clan did not admit to the siege at all. They only said that the cultivators of the Qi Clan have admired the Hall of Holy Light for a long time, and came to the Hall of Holy Light to admire the glory of the disciples of the Hall of Holy Light."
Cold murderous intent appeared in Saint Ji's eyes. The Qi Clan had admired the Hall of Holy Light for a long time? To admire the glory of the disciples of the Hall of Holy Light?
What a load of nonsense.
The Qi Clan was a blatant threat.
They did not directly send people to participate in the battle, presumably because they did not want to be enemies with all the sacred grounds at the same time, so they came up with such an idea.
It made the Hall of Holy Light not in the mood to fight at all.
"I will leave some people behind, you take the others back." Saint Ji's voice was extremely cold, and his eyes swept over the army. He then divided the people, leaving a group of elite cultivators from the Hall of Holy Light and less than half of the cultivators gathered from the Hall of Holy Light to continue with his expedition.
Those who went back were at least enough to deal with the cultivators that the Qi Clan had gathered in Holy Light City in a hurry.
Saint Ji believed that the Qi Clan was more of a threat and did not dare to really attack the Hall of Holy Light, otherwise they would have already done so.
He naturally understood what that old guy Saint Qi was thinking, to kill with a borrowed knife.
As long as Ye Futian was alive, he would be a great threat to the Hall of Holy Light. Moreover, the Qi Clan did not need to offend other forces of the sacred grounds, and did not even need to directly appear on the battlefield. What a cunning old fox.
In the southern region of Zhongzhou City, huge golden phoenixes descended one after another. On the back of each phoenix sat a group of mighty ones. The Great Zhou Sacred King did not bring everyone with him, but he brought the most elite of the Golden Phoenix Army.
In the southeastern area, the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean came together.
Demonic beasts circled above the outer area of Zhongzhou City, flying high into the sky. When the six holy lands all arrived, they set foot in the central city of the Barren State one after another, heading in the same direction.
The cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light continued to move forward, and they passed by a Buddha Mountain in Zhongzhou City. There was a famous Buddhist temple on the mountain, and as they passed by, golden light shone all over the sky above the Buddha Mountain. The Light of Buddha spread for hundreds of miles. Countless people looked in that direction, and they saw a rather shocking scene. There were 108 Buddhas there, and they turned into a giant Buddha, releasing dazzling Light of Buddha, like a great Buddha.
Saint Ji glanced at the Buddha Mountain. There was no monk in the Barren State with such a powerful aura.
Obviously, they were from the Vajra Region.
But only 108 people came. Even if they were 108 battle monks from the Vajra Region, what could they do? Did they want to overturn the situation?
When the cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light passed by, even more dazzling Light of Buddha shone, and then the Buddha stepped into the void, like a huge and boundless Buddha walking in the sky above Zhongzhou City. Every step crossed a great distance, following the cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light.
This made many cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light very unhappy. What did these cultivators from the Vajra Region mean? They were actually following them.
In different directions, the six armies headed for the Holy Zhi Palace, driving the people of Zhongzhou City into a frenzy. They gathered in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State with terrifying momentum.
In this terrifying flow of people, a handsome figure dressed in white followed.
He was once a symbolic figure of the Barren State, the future Palace Lord chosen by the Holy Zhi Palace. But now, he mingled in the crowd like an ordinary disciple of the Barren State, heading in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Today, he returned to seek peace of mind.
When he left, two Palace Lords died. Since then, he left the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State, wandering the Nine States, and finally entered the Jixia Holy Palace to cultivate. Later, he followed Xia Qingyuan to the Upper Worlds to train, encountered an opportunity, and was named the Heaven's Chosen One, able to enter the Upper Worlds to cultivate.
But no matter what happened in the past, the Holy Zhi Palace had taught him. How the Master had treated him back then, he would naturally not forget.
Today, the Holy Zhi Palace was in trouble, and he could not let it go.
No matter what the outcome of this battle was, it was his repayment of the Holy Zhi Palace's teaching.
The Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State.
Ye Futian looked into the distance. Beside him, all the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace above the Sage Plane gathered, ready for battle.
They all knew that the allied forces of the six holy lands had arrived and were on their way to the Holy Zhi Palace. It would not be long before they set foot in the sky above the Holy Zhi Palace.
Ye Futian slowly rose into the air and looked at the people of the Holy Zhi Palace. There were many old friends and many new faces. He said, "Today's battle may be more dangerous than when the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty came, but I, Ye Futian, will still say the same thing. I am the Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace. As long as I live, the Holy Zhi Palace exists. If the Holy Zhi Palace dies, I die."
Everyone stared at Ye Futian, and their eyes were filled with determination, with a strong desire to fight.
"I have one more thing to say to everyone. After this victory, no one in the Nine States will dare to bully the Holy Zhi Palace, and no one will dare to bully any disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace." Ye Futian's voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.
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