Chapter 346: Chapter 321: Those Who Wish to Defy the Heavens, Please Rise! 【2-in-1】
Immediately afterwards.
A figure dressed in ancient gray attire, exuding an endless ancient and decaying aura, completely enveloped in gray dao light, stepped in from outside the hall.
Behind him, seven figures emitting an aura capable of manipulating heaven and earth followed in unison.
These eight people were none other than the Stabilizing Needle of the Sikong family, the Peak Realm ancestor Sikong Zaichao, and the Seven Elders!
"Ancestor!"
"Venerable!"
Sikong Xuanji and a group of elders hastily looked towards these eight.
Sikong Zaichao nodded slightly, unhesitatingly sitting directly at the main seat.
He lifted his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the infinite void, seeing the mighty army of the Ziwei Chen Family rolling towards them.
"This time, the Ziwei Chen Family has three people in the Nirvana First Realm, and over a hundred in the True Self Realm."
Sikong Zaichao’s aged face showed traces of gravity as he slowly spoke.
No sooner had his words fallen.
In an instant, Sikong Xuanji and the group of elders’ pupils shrank wildly to pinpoints!
"Over a hundred in the True Self Realm? How could there be so many?"
An elder couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.
The Ziwei Chen Family having three in the Nirvana Realm was still within their expectations, even slightly fewer than they had estimated.
But...
How could there be so many in the True Self Realm?!
Considering the Sikong family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, even with generational accumulation, they have just over sixty in the True Self Realm!
Now, excluding those serving as Guardian Envoy outside or those killed,
The Sikong family could barely bring out sixty True Self Realm members to bear!
Where did the Ziwei Chen Family summon so many in the True Self Realm from?
"There’s no point in dwelling on this anymore."
Sikong Zaichao shook his head, quickly speaking:
"Xuanji, immediately send orders to the other main forces in the surrounding states, telling them that if they do not wish for another Immortal Tao Lineage to arise, if they do not wish to become the second Sikong family, they must come swiftly to aid us!"
"Otherwise, once the Ziwei Chen Family annexes us, apart from the Immortal Tao Lineages, no one will be able to resist them, or even be a match for them!"
"Yes—!" Sikong Xuanji’s eyes flashed as he immediately strode out of the hall.
"Xuanying."
Sikong Zaichao’s gaze turned again towards an elder of the same generation as Sikong Xuanji.
"Go to the Daluo Taoist Lands personally, tell them whether the East Profound Domain still needs balance!"
"They, the Three Great Immortal Tao Lineages, have suppressed the worldly powers for centuries. Do they truly want to watch the Ziwei Chen Family rise to prominence and dominate alone?"
"Yes—!" Sikong Xuanying responded loudly and quickly left the hall, transforming into a streak of light flying directly towards Outer Heaven.
Sikong Zaichao nodded his head, finally surveying the hall, looking at the numerous elders with anxious expressions.
"Our Sikong family has stood for thousands of years, faced countless battles, how many times has the tide of ages crashed towards us, yet when have we been extinguished?
Even though time has passed, with Longevity gone, countless forces faded, perished amid the waves of the river of time, our Sikong family still remains evergreen in the world, standing atop!"
Sikong Zaichao’s voice was cold.
Inside the hall, there was a dead silence.
Finally.
Sikong Zaichao spoke in a heavy voice:
"Everyone, let’s not hide it, the Ziwei Chen Family approaches with massive force. This will be another perilous calamity for our Sikong family in the past millennia. If we cannot resist, the Sikong family will be rapidly obliterated and sunk!"
"Everyone, the large forces loom, with the land and rivers shattered upon us, it is time for us to steadfastly uphold heaven!"
As his words fell.
This Peak Realm ancestor Sikong Zaichao stood up first, striding towards the outside of the hall.
Behind him, the Seven Elders followed expressionlessly.
The group of elders, originally with grim faces, began to show a fighting spirit, all following suit!
Hearing the dense footsteps from behind, Sikong Zaichao’s lips curved into a faint smile.
The Sikong family, weathered a thousand years of storm and gale, never toppling.
This time, a mere bit of turbulence.
Will also not extinguish the Sikong family!!
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...
Within Huai State.
Ancient warships filled the sky and covered the sun, grandly shattering the endless clouds and void!
Iron armor glinting coldly, shining brightly in every direction.
The countless citizens of Huai State, who had never witnessed such a spectacle, all stood dumbfounded, looking up at the army passing through the sky!
And at the rear of the army, inside a chariot pulled by a creature resembling a white dragon of frost and snow.
"Patriarch, just as we passed the Five Elements Thunder Sect, that old rascal Lei Huatian tried to escape, but I caught him."
The curtain of the chariot was lifted, and Elder Nether, his face covered in blood, dragged in a figure tightly bound.
"Chen... Chen Zhixing..."
Lei Huatian’s shoulder blades were pierced by the Divine Sealing Lock, his body covered in dense wounds, his face utterly terrified.
"Do you deserve any respect? Kneel and speak to our Patriarch!"
Elder Nether slapped him, instantly pressing Lei Huatian to kneel before Chen Zhixing.
"Lei Huatian?"
Chen Zhixing looked down with interest at the now utterly disheveled leader of the Five Elements Thunder Sect.
He still remembered how, in years past, this man was so high and mighty, deciding his life and death at will.
"Chen Zhixing, you... you can’t kill me!"
Lei Huatian trembled as he quickly looked at Chen Zhixing.
"And why can’t I kill you?" Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow, asking with a hint of amusement.
"Because... because back then at my Five Elements Thunder Sect, you gained the fortunes of the Thunder Tao! That’s a great favor!"
"I spared you back then, so you should spare me now!"
Lei Huatian stuck out his neck, daring to glare at Chen Zhixing.
Chen Zhixing couldn’t help but laugh at these words.
He still recalled how back then, Lei Huatian was in a violent rage, eager to kill him, and now he claims he spared him?
"Truly, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, the tides turn, and fate is fickle."
Chen Zhixing shook his head somewhat wistfully.
"Take him away. When the battle comes, use him as the first sacrifice."
With a wave of his hand, after Lei Huatian was dragged away, screaming in unwillingness, Chen Zhixing shifted topics:
"Elder Nether, how much longer before we reach the Sikong Clan Territory?"
Elder Nether glanced ahead and replied:
"At our current marching speed, we’ll reach the Sikong Clan Territory in no more than a quarter of an hour!"
Chen Zhixing nodded at this, then picked up the black gold dragon pattern tea cup beside him and took a light sip.
"Hmm, the Sikong family has likely already reacted, so there’s no rush. Slow the march, have everyone take a Peiyuan Pill, adjust their states to peak, and prepare for the decisive battle."
"Yes—!"
Elder Nether bowed and withdrew.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhixing closed his eyes again, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow.
...
...
Time slowly passed.
As one ancient warship after another advanced, the clouds were continuously broken apart.
Half an hour later.
Chen Zhixing, who had been resting with closed eyes, suddenly twitched his ears and opened his eyes.
"We have arrived!"
Elder Nether lifted the curtain of the chariot and stepped in.
Chen Zhixing nodded, gazing ahead.
At the edge of the horizon, a clan territory appearing as a pure earthly paradise came into view.
In that territory, fields were covered in rare grass, phoenix flowers blossomed everywhere, dragon vines grew wild, ancient divine trees covered the skies, lush and vibrant, enveloped in dazzling light.
There, spire-shaped pavilions and towers stood in groups, towering into the clouds, seemingly suspended in the skies, with silver waterfalls like dragons cascading down magnificently, a scene of sublime beauty, resembling a celestial realm.
A Bodhi Tree had already grown to the height of ten zhang, showering transforming light, swirling in divine hues, appearing sacred and serene.
However, none of that was of any significance.
What truly caught Chen Zhixing’s attention was the dense mass of Sikong family cultivators standing outside this pure clan territory!
They wielded various dharma treasures, stepping on the sky, emitting an earth-shattering aura, their mere presence enough to shake the four extremes of the world!
At their forefront, an elder dressed in grey with a decaying aura stood with hands behind his back, his ancient eyes calm and unmoved.
Behind him, the Seven Elders and Sikong Xuanji, along with two Nirvana Realm beings, recklessly exuded their Nirvana aura, brilliantly illuminating the present!
Further behind, there were countless True Self Strong Persons, as well as elite disciples of the Sikong family!
Sizzle—!
Ancient warships gradually halted, flags unfurling, flapping resoundingly.
The two sides were separated by hundreds of miles, like tides across a river, facing off from afar!
Though the battle had yet to commence, the aura from both sides was already colliding endlessly in the void like two Buzhou Mountains, obliterating everything!!