In the space of a few days, the fighting forces of the Central Plains were being mobilized.
The grassland barbarians of the north suddenly realized that those madmen who had been constantly cutting and weaving their way deep into the plains had disappeared.
The pirates of the Eastern Sea suddenly realized that a few familiar faces were missing from the navy of the past.
Even the big shots in the capital suddenly realized that the air around them seemed to have become more relaxed.
The armies of the Imperial Court had not been mobilized, but the most elite and elite forces were ready to move out, gathering in the Qing City of the Eastern Continent.
And all of this was for one person, for one thing.
An inexplicable tension pressed down on everyone, making it hard for them to breathe.
… …
Qing City, in a wine shop in Nanluo Alley. The wine shop was very shabby, with only a single waiter hiding behind the counter, his eyes half-closed as if he was sleeping.
There was only one guest, a blue-clothed swordsman, currently sitting in a corner of the wine shop.
His sword had been casually placed on a chair, and his bright eyes were fixed on the hotpot in front of him.
The pot was steaming hot, and pieces of beef were rolling around in it.
His eyes were also focused and quiet, because whether he was eating, sleeping, or cultivating, they were all focused and quiet.
"You came late," he said, but he didn't even turn his head. A black-clothed man had already appeared at his side.
"With the Pope at his side, how could I not be late?"
The blue-clothed man nodded, apparently finding the man's words very reasonable. "With the Pope here, it truly is very normal for you to be late."
"I don't understand," the black-clothed man said. "Why is Shangqing Hall also focusing on this place?"
The black-clothed man truly did not understand. The jianghu had pursued Zuo Zhicheng for the books and treasures of the Southern Sacred Gate.
The Imperial Court had pursued him here because His Majesty wanted to have a boundless lifespan and be the eternal protagonist.
But why was Shangqing Hall targeting this place? As the biggest backer behind the revolutionary party, shouldn't they take this opportunity to aim at the army, at the capital, and at that person?
After all, no matter how good the Southern Sacred Gate was, it could not compare to the entire world.
"Sit, drink wine, and eat meat," the blue-clothed man said as he pointed at the hotpot.
The black-clothed man frowned, but when he saw the blue-clothed man's focused gaze, he ultimately sat down.
But this did not mean that he had given up. He continued to ask, "Did that person also come to the Eastern Continent?"
That person was naturally referring to the person in Shangqing Palace.
The master of the Shangqing Palace was also the king of the three thousand li Kunlun Mountains. He was also the driving force behind the revolution that swept through the entire Central Plains.
High Clarity Palace Lord, Qing Ye Luo.
Upon hearing this name, the green-robed man, who had been eating attentively, had no choice but to stop for a moment. After a moment of silence, he replied, "He didn't come, but his gaze is on this place.
Because the person in the capital was looking at them.
The person from the Northern Region was also looking at them.
That's why I came here.
Naturally, the High Lord has to keep an eye on this place. "
The black-clothed man fell silent because he knew that the green-clothed man was right. The strongest and proudest forces in the world had set their sights on this place. The battle between Zuo Zhicheng and Shenzong had proven that he had the power to change the entire world.
Win over, encircle, form an alliance, join forces, watch from the sidelines. No matter what choice they made, they would definitely place their gazes here and wait for the outcome of this battle.
Or perhaps it was to change the outcome of this battle.
…
At the same time, not everyone in the Jianghu had set their sights on Zuo Zhicheng or the Southern Sacred School.
For some people, the records of the Southern Sacred School were too far away, and the strength that Zuo Zhicheng had displayed was too powerful.
In comparison, the Heavenly Dao Palace, which had suffered great losses after the battle at Ruishan and had lost all three of its Supreme Elders, attracted the attention of some people.
After all, as one of the Seven Great Sects of the Central Plains, the Heavenly Dao Palace definitely had a lot of wealth and records. Moreover, they had many more enemies than the Southern Sacred School, which had disappeared two thousand years ago.
Barren mountain, forest.
This place was only a few kilometers away from the Mount Embracing Heaven where the Heavenly Dao Palace was located.
However, in the forest that should have been desolate and uninhabited, several hundred people had already gathered.
The Poison Sect, the Evil Shadow Demon Sect, the Heavenly Destruction Sect, the Nine Tunes Sect, the Blood River Sect, the Nine Ghost Sect … One by one, these sects that were enough to make people tremble in fear in the Jianghu, had appeared here.
They all had one thing in common, which was that they belonged to the Evil Sects of the Jianghu, and all of them had irreconcilable enmity with the Heavenly Dao Palace.
Now that the three Supreme Elders of the Heavenly Dao Palace had passed away and the Heavenly Dao Palace had been sealed off for a hundred years, it was naturally the best opportunity for these Evil Sects.
A big man with a naked upper body covered in devil tattoos snorted coldly and said, "What are you waiting for? The three old bastards of the Heavenly Dao Palace are long gone. Now, let's rush up the Mount Embracing Heaven and chop all those bastards of the Heavenly Dao Palace into minced meat. "
This man was the Ghost Emperor of the Blood River Sect. The so-called Blood River Sect and the Nine Ghost Sect were all side sects left behind after the Underworld Sect was defeated.
After all, not everyone was willing to cross the ocean and start over in the Uncivilized Land.
Hearing the Ghost Emperor's words, the other woman beside him, whose face was as pale as a corpse, was Nine Ghost Cult's You Mu. She said, "Don't be impatient. The Heavenly Dao Palace has been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if the three old fellows are dead, it won't be so easily defeated."
"That's right." A blind old man with a body as dark as a shadow said, "The Heavenly Dao Palace's protective formation was personally set up by the three old bastards. It uses the earth's movement, sunlight, wind, fire, and the power of heaven and earth. It's not something that can be stopped by humans."
"However, I've already set up a chess piece twenty years ago. Now, it's finally time to use it."
"Oh?" A cruel smile appeared on the Ghost Emperor's face. "Twenty years have passed. Shadow Ying, how do you know that a chess piece is still a chess piece and not a flag bearer? The formation of the Heavenly Dao Palace's mountain gate is indeed powerful. If we were to enter and activate it, what would the situation be like? "
Yes, time was the greatest power in the world. No matter how profound one's plans were, they would all wither in the face of time.
Moreover, the formation of the Heavenly Dao Palace's mountain gate was extremely powerful. Countless devils had proven this point over the past several hundred years. The Ghost Emperor's previous complaints were only complaints.
At the very least, the formation of the mountain gate was still operating normally. No one could forcefully break into the Heavenly Dao Palace. This was the consensus of everyone in the world.
Therefore, the Heavenly Dao Palace chose to seal the mountain for a hundred years. Therefore, the world still ranked the Heavenly Dao Palace as one of the seven great sects. Because the mountain gate was still there and the ancient books were still there, the Heavenly Dao Palace was still the Heavenly Dao Palace.
Shadow Ying was the current sect master of the Evil Shadow Demon Sect. Hearing the Ghost Emperor's words, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a cruel smile.
"Because he's my son. Because I've planted shadow poison in his body."
Hearing Shadow Ying's words, even the Ghost Emperor and Serene Mother's expressions couldn't help but change. To be able to send his own son to the sect of his greatest enemy, to be able to plant the most vicious curse in his son's body, just how vicious and merciless was this? Just how deep of a blood feud was this to the Heavenly Dao Palace?
Therefore, no matter if it was the Ghost Emperor, Serene Mother, or the other experts of the evil sects, no one spoke. They silently waited for Shadow Ying's arrangement.
However, in this silence, a violent tremor suddenly came from the direction of the Heaven Embracing Mountain.
Shadow Ying's expression changed. "Someone is attacking the mountain gate!"
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