fantasy novels Chapter 868 - 353: Civil War within Yu Ding, Twenty Years as if One Day_2
Chapter 868 - 353: Civil War within Yu Ding, Twenty Years as if One Day_2
Chapter 868: Chapter 353: Civil War within Yu Ding, Twenty Years as if One Day_2
Therefore, Ailao Mountain Cultivators made this place their main battlefield, joined forces with the Luo Yun Sect, and attempted to dominate the area.
As for the Accumulated Thunder Ninth Mountain, it’s even more complicated.
Here lies an ultra-large, fourth-order thunder ore vein, which has eroded the land over the years, even creating the wondrous sight known as the Ten Thousand Li of Yellow Sands Wasteland.
Everyone wants it, but no one can fully possess it.
Both sides dispatched a large number of Lower Order Disciples, fighting over every inch of land to claim dominance.
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This battlefield also has the highest number of combatants, with the most complex composition of forces.
Ascendant Sects, Great Sects, first- and second-rate forces, as well as numerous Rogue Cultivators, are all entangled in it.
Ten years ago, the Sky-reaching Secret Realm was suddenly closed!
It marked the conclusion of one battleground.
As a result, there was no longer a battlefield for direct clashes between high-order cultivators of the two major Ascendant Sects.
They became somewhat restrained, no longer taking direct action themselves.
Instead, they led their forces and allies to wage a war of attrition in the Blackwater Marsh and the Accumulated Thunder Ninth Mountain.
“So, this is why everyone feels that over the past few years, the intensity of battles between the Nascent Soul Ascendant Sects felt less severe and somewhat eased?”
Luo Chen murmured to himself.
With his powerful Divine Soul, and keen intellect,
he finished compiling and reviewing the files known as “Yu Ding Civil War” in just half a day.
There were many doubtful points and intriguing aspects to consider, not a few.
But these were not the focus.
At least, they were of little relevance to him, Luo Chen.
He lightly massaged his temples and took the latest few years’ intelligence from Su Xiaolin’s hands.
Compared to the previous compilation of files, these were more detailed.
For instance, although Ailao Mountain seemed powerful in Blackwater Marsh, under the joint forces led by the Yu Ding Sword Sect, they suffered heavy losses.
Even two Golden Core Cultivators ended up one dead and one injured.
Wasn’t that when the Seed Cultivator Battle began?
Luo Chen recalled the many Golden Core Ascendant Masters he saw at the Heaven Palace.
He remembered clearly that Tao Yisheng claimed observants from the Luo Yun Sect, Hundred Flowers Palace, Ice Castle, and Ailao Mountain—four Great Sects with Golden Core Cultivators—had come to attend.
But on the Heaven Palace, he had not seen any Golden Core Cultivators from Luo Yun Sect.
“They came but did not show up, or perhaps they left immediately upon arrival.”
“What does that imply?”
“Notification!”
“Yes, they came to deliver the news, and just to make a formal appearance.”
“In other words, after the Seed Cultivator Battle ended, Luo Yun Sect’s war machine started moving in full swing. Qingdan Valley and Ailao Mountain were still committed to action, and even Ice Castle stopped hesitating, decisively siding with Luo Yun Sect, ready to join the war!”
After sorting all of this out.
The time had moved deep into the night.
Luo Chen leaned back in his chair, weary in thought.
Without lifting his eyelids, he said, “You can all go now, except for Hui Niang.”
Sima Xian and Su Xiaolin, who had been standing all day, looked at each other, then respectfully excused themselves.
Watching the exhausted Luo Chen, Sima Huiniang stood up behind him and began to massage his acupoints.
“You’ve never taken such an interest before, what made you pay such close attention to the battle between Ascendant Sects today?”
“I have no choice but to care!” Luo Chen said with his eyes closed and with heaviness in his voice: “Because before long, we will have to be a part of it.”
“What did you say?”
Sima Huiniang slowed her movements, as if she hadn’t heard him clearly.
Luo Chen sighed, “The Ice Castle Jueqing Fairy has requested my Luo Tian Creed, all members above the Seventh Level Qi Refinement, to participate in the war, leaving only one Foundation Establishment True Cultivator to guard Danxia.”
With that said.
The fingers massaging Luo Chen’s face suddenly stiffened.
Sima Huiniang’s expression and pupils shook as she sat across from Luo Chen.
“Is that true?”
“Would I joke about such a matter with you?”