The Blade-Wielding Legend

"For many years, the ’troops’ accumulated and trained by various sects according to the ancient methods have long been ready for action."

He paused slightly, seeing some generals’ confusion, and explained: "These ’troops’ are not mundane armies but secrets of our Mystical Sect. They gather, refine, and train the free spirits or heroic souls and evil spirits between heaven and earth. They can also command certain mountain spirits and water monsters, powerful warriors, dividing them according to origins and training magic methods into various categories such as Five Directions Soldiers and Six Jia Divine Generals. The most refined among them can be forged into ’Taoist Soldiers’ or ’Lu Soldiers’, which can communicate with the lectured Taoists, directing them as easily as the hand directs the fingers. This is the foundation of our sect for protection, exorcism, and conquering."

Yu Chanzi continued: "Now that the Dharma Realm’s channel has been forcibly torn open, with evil gods descending and filthy air pervading, it is time for these ’troops’ to be deployed."

"However, to mobilize such a vast array of troops scattered across the seas and form unity, a ’central hub’ is needed to guide, command, and open relatively safe paths to prevent them from being tainted and lost by the evil impurities along the way. This hub is—"

He turned to look at the Sui Lun True Monarch Statue, "Here, it is the beacon on the sea!"

"I need to use this statue as the core to set up a large ritual magic platform as the central hub to connect with the sub-altars of Cave Heaven Blessed Lands along the coast."

Yu Chanzi’s voice carried a trace of solemnity, "This process requires full concentration, without the slightest interference. At that time, the main strength of the magic platform will be used to guide and command external reinforcements, which will inevitably weaken the defense of the current military camp."

"In this vast black mist, who knows how many evil spirits are lurking, sure to take advantage of the situation and try to destroy the magic platform. Therefore..."

He swept his gaze over Li Yan, Sha Lifei, Wang Daoxuan, Zhang Jingxuan from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the elders of Wudang, and the valiant marshals of the army such as Marshal Gao: "During the altar setting, I will be defenseless, and the safety of the magic platform will be entrusted to you all. You must protect me and fend off all enemies!"

"We will follow the True Man’s decree!"

"Swear to protect the altar to the death!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s spirits rose, responding thunderously in agreement.

Seeing hope in a desperate situation, even if accompanied by great risk, is enough to invigorate people.

Gao Zhenxiong immediately turned around and ordered sharply: "The Personal Guard Camp and Divine Machine Camp vanguard team, set up a threefold defense around the magic platform! Crossbows are to be fired, swords drawn!"

"All members of the Mystical Sect, please work according to your specialties, check for gaps, and make up for them!"

Li Yan took a deep breath and nodded slightly to Wang Daoxuan beside him.

Wang Daoxuan understood and carefully took out the treasure from his satchel.

It was a set of five dark-colored, somewhat tattered black Order Flags. The flag surfaces were embroidered with complex runes and ferocious ghost heads with dark golden threads, subtly exuding a sinister ghostly aura yet carrying a suppressive majesty.

This was exactly what Li Yan had obtained by chance earlier—the Daluo Magical Artifact, Five Directions Luo Feng Flag.

Wang Daoxuan planted it in the southeast corner of the magic platform, his fingers swiftly making gestures, reciting an incantation silently. The flag fluttered without wind, casting an invisible but perceptible cold barrier, complementing the Gang Qi of the Sui Lun True Monarch, further solidifying the core area’s defense.

At this moment, Yu Chanzi had stepped onto the magic platform constructed with green stones, talisman paper, copper coins, incense stick, and other items.

He took off his outer robe, revealing an apricot yellow magic robe inside embroidered with stars and Beidou, a lotus crown on his head, holding the National Guardian True Martial Treasure Seal. With a solemn expression, he began to perform the ritual, stepping on Heavenly Gang.

As he moved, thirty-six copper lamps arranged in a Beidou Formation on the altar lit up one by one.

The flames were not the usual yellow but a faint blue.

The surrounding talismans ignited spontaneously, transforming into streams of light rising up, intertwining with the Wish Power emanating from the Sui Lun True Monarch Statue, gradually forming a slowly rotating, complex light symbol vortex above the altar.

Almost simultaneously, in various locations along the coastal Divine State, thousands of miles away.

In the depths of Lao Mountain Taiqing Palace, bells and drums sounded in unison, the current Master leading hundreds of disciples, burning incense and setting up altars in front of the ancestral tablets of previous generations. In front of the altar, dozens of jade tokens inscribed with talismans floated in mid-air...

In the Chongxu Ancient Temple on Luofu Mountain, the fire of the Pill Furnace suddenly rose three feet high. The temple master scattered a handful of Five-Colored Rice infused with the power of incense into the air. The grains did not fall to the ground but hung in the air, wild winds howling, vaguely forming the illusory shadow of thousands of troops...

In the Peach Blossom Cave of Wuyi Mountain, a reclusive old Taoist struck a long-dusty Kui Skin Drum. The drum sound was deep as thunder, countless figures clad in bone armor and holding ge spears appearing on the stone walls in the cave...

In the Licensure Institute on Dragon and Tiger Mountain, several High Priests simultaneously unrolled the lengthy Fengdu Summoning Ten Thousand Gods Talisman, mixing vermillion with their own blood to heavily outline on the specific divine names and titles...

All Dharma veins, regardless of size or tradition, at this moment followed ancient ritual procedures, conducting similar rituals synchronously.

They communicated with their sect’s hidden treasures, tributes of incense or troops cultivated in Cave Heaven Blessed Land over the years.

In an instant, over the eastern coast of Divine Land, wherever there was a Mystical Sect sub-altar or blessed land of premier mountains and landscapes, the weather abruptly changed!

Previously clear or slightly hazy skies unpredictably gathered rolling dark clouds.

Those clouds deep black, surging like a sea of ink.

The mountain winds howled, sweeping up dust and leaves, the forest waves roaring like thousands of galloping horses.

The dense clouds and sandstorms at these locations were not random but, under some invisible force’s guidance, first gathered and compressed over the mountain peaks, forming large storm clouds with inner lightning flashing faintly.

Then, these clouds scattered along the long coastlines, as if receiving a unified command, began to move and converge towards the east—toward Goryeo, Tsushima Island!

From afar, they seemed like massive black dragons rising from Divine Land, armed with the momentum of wind and thunder, spanning the sea borders, rushing towards the source of the catastrophe!

This was the manifestation of countless ’troops’, the protective power accumulated by the Mystical Sect over a millennia, launching an overseas expedition under the guidance of the Sui Lun True Monarch!

At this critical moment when the troops converged and the ritual operated to its peak, atop the magic platform, the fully focused Yu Chanzi suddenly groaned softly, his figure swayed slightly, and fine sweat beads seeped from his forehead.

Clearly, maintaining such a gigantic array was extremely burdensome.

And beneath the platform, protector Li Yan, the always quiet trembling Hook Paper in his arms, suddenly underwent an abnormal change!

It wasn’t the usual cold of communicating with the Yin Bureau, nor was it the void tremor when connecting the Daluo Gap.

The rough wooden texture on the Hook Paper’s surface suddenly emitted several tiny blue-white electric arcs! "Crackle" sounded, striking Li Yan’s palm with a slight numbing sensation.

His heart shocked, he subconsciously flipped the Hook Paper to the back.

There, beyond the original Yin Bureau runes, was an engraved ancient, complex, and awe-inspiring imprint—the Heavenly Official Order!

At this moment, this usually still and seemingly decorative "Heavenly Official Order" imprint was slightly heating, crackling with electric arcs!

Simultaneously, in Li Yan’s Spiritual Sense, he "heard" an extremely distant, extremely faint, yet incomparably heavy sound, seemingly penetrating countless spatial barriers—

The ringing of a bell.

This bell’s sound was unlike anything he had ever perceived related to the Yin Bureau or the Dharma Realm during his experiences in Shu.

It was grander, more desolate.

Perhaps due to the heavens’ changes, perhaps because the Mystical Sect was mobilizing the ’troops’ on such a large scale, stirring the Qi Fortune, combined with the stimulation of the violently torn open Dharma Realm, it finally... awakened a trace.

Merely this trace of power caused Li Yan to tremble abruptly.

Time around seemed to pause, everyone froze.

Soon, the light illuminated, the clouds and mist churned around, as if within a sea of clouds.

Li Yan stared in surprise at his surroundings.

This sensation was familiar; it always happened when he received tasks from the Yin Bureau.

The Heavenly Official Order had also delivered tasks, but it merely injected a touch of thought without appearing.

Could it be...

This place is the Heavenly Court?

As he pondered, thunder suddenly rumbled in the distance.

Like curtains, the cloud sea before him slowly parted.

Behind it, the shadow of a gigantic door hundreds of feet high loomed faintly in the clouds and mist...

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