Six Immortals of Nascent Soul wielded the power of space to break through the void, flying at an incredibly fast speed across the Northern Plains skies.
They did not hide anything; their oppressive aura spread for dozens of miles, regal and majestic, like monarchs surveying their own territory while fiends and spirits retreated far away in fear.
"From what we learned from the Divine Souls of these juniors, the Golden Dragon celestial phenomenon occurred seventeen days ago."
"It will take approximately six days to reach the He Family Khan Court from here, and there is no teleportation Formation to utilize, these six days cannot be shortened."
Rule Axe True Monarch briefed everyone.
The He Family Khan Court might be regarded as the Hei Clan's sacred land and center for mortals, but its status isn't that important; with only a second-grade Spiritual Vein and scarce Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, it lacks significant figures, and naturally, no one would go to great lengths to establish a teleportation Formation there.
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"The Heavenly Altar Ceremony to acquire Dragon Qi requires a month."
Rule Axe True Monarch stated indifferently, "We have seven days to kill these runaway slaves like Blood Cloud, and we can refine their Divine Souls into six Yin Fire Soul Banners, sending them to all corners to deter these Loose Cultivators."
It was evident that he held deep disdain for Blood Cloud and the other Golden Pill Monks from within.
And indeed, that was the case.
With Blood Cloud and the others' many years of preparation and their Army Formation, at the cost of heavy casualties, it was possible to withstand an Early Stage of Nascent Soul Cultivator for a month to gain recognition from the Northern Plains Dragon Qi.
There were six Immortals of Nascent Soul, and most of them were Nascent Soul Monks in the mid-stage, sect leaders with numerous Nascent Treasures, possessing tremendous strength.
"Indeed, this is the case."
Ice Rain Immortal from the Ice Snow Palace, a beauty as cold as an iceberg, nodded, "Blood Cloud and this group of people are among the top in Loose Cultivators; their talent and ingenuity are stronger than many of our direct lineage juniors. They usually hide scattered in different places and don't show themselves easily, plus they've had fortuitous encounters, making tracking Magic ineffective. Normally, it's not easy to capture and kill them."
"Now, they have brought about their own demise by grouping together. Wiping out these people could delay the rise of the Loose Cultivators' fate for perhaps a hundred years or more."
"A hundred or two hundred years from now, new Golden Pill members of our families will have grown up."
The expressions of the other Immortals of Nascent Soul relaxed.
This was some of the rare good news they had heard lately.
The only pity was that the Loose Cultivators were just minor irritations; the Great Sun Sect and the Great Sun Sword Sect were the main contenders shaking the Northern Plains' hegemony, and there was currently no hope of eliminating them, which must be left for the future.
The Immortals of Nascent Soul broke through space, and the six days passed in a flash.
In the distance, one could already see the solemn and heavy Gold light, along with the many fluttering banners on the Heavenly Altar Ceremony and the expressions of the numerous Golden Pill and Foundation-building cultivators below gradually turning into terror.
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"So it's still no use?"
Among the hundreds of thousands of Blood King Army Cultivators, many sighed quietly.
Their Mana and Divine Sense poured into the Blood Flag Formation instrument in front of them, and a ferocious aura emerged along with the Array Patterns.
Moments later, a river of blood was born surrounded by Array Patterns, its aura instantly surpassing the limit of Golden Pill and stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm, enough to pose a major threat to Nascent Soul Monks.
"You lowly cultivators, stealing our Northern Plains' Dragon Qi," Rule Axe True Monarch stated with disgust.
Heaven Transformation Immortal, Joyous Union True Monarch, and other Nascent Soul Monks each unfolded their Domain, sealing off all directions, forbidding the space to prevent anyone from using a secret treasure to break through space and escape.
Although facing a group of juniors at the Golden Pill level,
none of the Immortals of Nascent Soul showed any contempt or carelessness; each battle move was impeccably standard and their coordination was tacit, enough to take on an equal number of Immortals of Nascent Soul.
These Cultivators had lived too long, enough to overcome many human weaknesses.
"Gentlemen, follow me into the fray!"
Blood Cloud had completely calmed down.
Such was the end of challenging the Northern Plains families as a Loose Cultivator. Not only was he surrounded, but he was also surrounded by higher stages of Cultivators. No one spoke of fairness.
He did not understand why Divine Crow Immortal had not come."
Originally, according to the preliminary plan, he was supposed to battle with Divine Crow Immortal, push him back, and then the others Immortals of Nascent Soul would appear.
But it doesn't matter anymore, it's all the same.
The cost that those who first raised their armies had to pay, as well as the cost of the heavy investments made by the Great Sun Sect, is inescapable.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators roared in unison, murderous intent filled the fields, and bloodthirst surged to the heavens.
No one begged for mercy, no one wavered and surrendered.
Because everyone knew it was useless, as no rebellious force had ever been pardoned in ten thousand years.
Not even once, not a single one!
Every one of them faced the most tragic torture, only to have their souls scattered in endless pain, never to be reborn.
The soaring killing intent and army spirit converged under the banner of the Blood Cloud, swinging wildly as if lifting Mount Tai, controlling the blood river in the sky that solidified as if real, filled with a strong stench of blood, attacking the six Immortals ahead, determined to shine once more before death.
"Rebels and traitors, you shall be executed!"
Rule Axe True Monarch looked disdainfully at these ants, withdrew a somber black axe from his sleeve, tossed it casually, and the Rule Axe grew large as a mountain, smashing down against the blood river.
Before the blood river and iron axe even touched, their Domains first collided, the domain of the blood river twisted and deformed under the pressure of the somber Domain, then burst, no longer able to freely draw Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from the outside world.
The mountain-sized black axe, its power surging violently, smashed down hard on the vital part of the blood river.
A thunderous and earth-shattering boom was heard, space shattered, and pitch-black cracks tore open everywhere, Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi churned and heaved, the explosion of Spiritual Light visible for hundreds of miles around.
Clashing head-on with a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Blood Cloud and the others simultaneously vomited fresh blood, their energy utterly sapped. Many Formation Instruments, the Blood Flags, nurtured for years, were significantly damaged. Tens of thousands of Foundation-building Qi Practitioners were shaken into a mass of dust by external forces, the Array Patterns dim and translucent, the domain in shambles.
There was simply no competing!
Even though the Rule Axe True Monarch did not show a trace of Formation Dao skill, merely overpowering by force, it was one strike that threatened to shatter their hard work of hundreds of years.
At the same time, Ice Rain Immortal, Joyous Union True Monarch, Heaven Transformation Immortal, and other cultivators also made their moves, with various terrifying Nascent Treasures crossing the skies, simultaneously descending.
These methods were sufficient to besiege later-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. They were meticulous, and nobody suggested that taking such a serious stance against the younger generation was worthy of ridicule.
Mourning his fate, Blood Cloud closed his eyes, a clear tear unknowingly sliding from the corner, regretting he could no longer glimpse at higher realms.
Just then, an endlessly majestic Gold Light descended once again, a Golden Dragon in the sky roared, transformed into a beam of light that entered Blood Cloud's forehead, leaving behind an indistinct Golden Dragon mark.
A faint Causal Golden Light Magic Network enveloped them, gradually shrinking, sweeping over every individual, and finally resting upon Blood Cloud, transforming into a robe of blood and a six-tiered crown above his head.
"Royal Court luck?!!"
Rule Axe True Monarch bellowed in rage, his eyes nearly popping out, incredulously exclaiming, "There are still seven days away from a month, how could it come early, how is it possible that it came early?"
At that very moment, an uncontrollable fear crept up in their hearts.
Clearly telling them not to interfere with the battle of the King's Court; otherwise, there would be calamities, and all participating Nascent Soul Monks would die, without exception.
This Causal Skill had even more terrifying bindings for the cultivators of the Northern Plains families.