dn't reach the gathering point of wandering cultivators, their small group would easily be attacked by demon beasts.The other loose cultivators leaving the city obviously had the same idea. After exit...I never thought I would write something this long, each chapter is breaking previous records. Thank you to all the readers who have supported me along the way.

Over these past few days, the activity of both the Moon Viewing and Nanhuang cultivation worlds, as well as the ghost clan, has noticeably decreased compared to before. However, everyone knows this is merely the calm before the storm. Both sides are licking their wounds, trying to prepare for a fatal blow against each other.

Lu Xia Tian was just about to refine the Netherbone Sword You Lan into a sword embryo within his Jian Zhu, but before he could start, a gigantic battle character talisman crashed through the roof.

Lu Xia Tian extended his finger and flicked it, a strand of spiritual power shot into the Zhan Zi Ling Fu. The talisman transformed into a raging inferno, burning fiercely.

Whatever the situation may be, whether it's those who gaze at the moon or the cultivators of Nanhua, all will participate in this epoch-making war between humans and demons.

"A thousand years of tribulation, it is a thousand years, yet it's hard to encounter such aworldly catastrophe." Lu Xia Tian murmured, remembering the millennium tribulation of the Giant Stone Clan, feeling a sense of foreboding. His silver hair fluttered without wind, and a surge of fighting spirit soared into the sky.

When the two armies clashed, morale was exceptionally high. Although Lu Xiaoteng usually kept a low profile, whenever wartime came, his aura would be undeniable. Only with immense power could he inspire his cultivators to greater courage. A saying in the mortal world is applicable even among cultivators: "Soldiers are like a roaring bear, generals are like a nest of bears."

After a long time of disuse, the Sky-faring warship, Feiyan, slowly rose into the air, its flags fluttering in the wind. Lu Xiaoteng moved his body and shot out of the courtyard like lightning. He took strides through the void and flew towards the leading sky ship.

And several more figures also vacated the residence one after another.

Several years ago, I led you all to conquer Tianjian Mountain. Now that the Ghost Clan's army has invaded, there is only war left.

"Battle!" "Battle!" "Battle!"

The entire Lingxiao Palace was brimming with morale, much like usual, needing no grand speeches to stir it. A mere glance from the silver-haired young man on the warship was enough to elevate the spirits of the Lingxiao Palace warriors to their peak.

Thousands of female cultivators looked up at the tall figure above them, their eyes shining. Although the cultivator in front of them was a Nascent Soul ancestor, he was also a war god who had grown from the bottom level of Lingxiao Palace. Since his debut, he had never lost to anyone at the same level. He swept all the way from the Qi Refining period to the Nascent Soul period.

It was this person who pulled Lingxiao Palace back from the lowest point of morale. In the war, he revitalized a declining fairy palace and transformed it into one of the few sects second only to Gu Jianzong.

Lingxiao Palace originally already had four Yuan Ying cultivators, and with the two brought back by Lu Xiaoteng, one a demon cultivator, there were a total of seven Yuan Ying-level powerhouses. This was also the highest level in the history of Lingxiao Palace.

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With such a lineup, even if they were facing the Ghost Clan, they would be fearless. Compared to most other sects, being a disciple of Lingxiao Palace was much better!

"Charge forward, and fight under the moonlight!"

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At this time, Lingxiao Palace only retained one flying war ship, a Feiyan warship. Even further away on the ground, there were millions of mortal troops. After this battle, it was unknown how many would survive.

Although mortals in this Xianxia world where they fight against the demon clan are incredibly rare to survive, it's still a war between races. In the midst of dwindling cultivators, these mortals can combat low-level skeletons and relieve some pressure from Qi Refining cultivators.

Although the high-end combat strength of those observing the moon remains intact, the losses among lower-level cultivators are truly heavy. These armies composed of ordinary mortals are distributed at the outermost perimeter, and each mortal army is mixed with cultivators of varying abilities.

Many ordinary armies are composed of battle-hardened, ironclad legions. These seasoned soldiers possess a certain bloodthirsty aura and some sinister qi. Those who master this art can gather small amounts into many, manipulating them skillfully. The combined blood-killing power of ten thousand valiant soldiers can form a formidable Blood Slaughter Force, even capable of threatening Foundation Establishment cultivators.

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Of course, these worldly soldiers do not understand these things, and it takes cultivators who are adept in this way to operate them.

There are also some massive crossbows, though cumbersome, they do deal some damage to the demonic birds. In sum, these may be cannon fodder, but they are not entirely useless.

Teeth suffer when the lips are cold. Once the immortal army is defeated, they can still retreat to secret realms and barely survive. But these mortals have nowhere to go. The sun above them will be covered by ghostly clouds. The once prosperous towns will become eerie ghostlands, and millions of souls will be slaughtered!

"Such a dense and palpable aura of ghosts, it's almost tangible. How many ghost clan members would it take to create such a terrifying sight!" As they approached the Moon Viewing City and saw the sky-obscuring ghost clouds above the Moon Viewing Mountains, Wu Zi Yuan and Qiao Lan, who had remained in Bai He City and never truly engaged in combat, couldn't help but stare in astonishment.

"I don't know, I'm afraid none of the other cultivators who are fighting understand exactly how many Ghost Cultivators there are." Lu Xia Tian shook his head. "If any of you change your minds, feel free to leave. When the big battle begins later, I may not be able to look after all of you."

"Brother Lu, you're being modest! Without Brother Lu, none of us would have made it this far. Even if we had died here, we would have lived a few more days – no loss at all." Qiao Lan remained silent, but the Eight-legged Demon Bull Beast transformed into human form. He inserted his hands into his waistbands, radiating an air of boldness and confidence. "At this moment, under Brother Lu's healing herbs, my wounds have fully recovered. My spirits are soaring!"

Lu Xiaitian was a little surprised. At first glance, he thought this eight-legged demon ox beast was very ferocious. After all, the fact that it ate human flesh was something Lu Xiaitian couldn't accept very well. Bringing this guy to Wangyue, Lu Xiaitian also got to know the eight-legged demon ox. This guy was considered trustworthy.

Now it seems, the eight-legged demon bull beast is still quite righteous.

"Brother Niu is right, if not for Daoist Lu, we would have already died at the hands of those Mirage Wolves. How could we still be standing here talking to Brother Lu"

Qiao Lan could only nod in agreement. Honestly, if she had known that the Moon Viewing City was like this, she wouldn't have wanted to get involved at all. But now things were beyond repair, and she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. After all, behind them lay the entrance to the forbidden zone. Most of the fellow cultivators who had accompanied them earlier had perished, leaving only her and Wu Zi Yuan. With just the two of them, there was no way they could safely return to the Chiyan Continent.

If they couldn't rely on Lü Xia tian's strength, would they really have to stay in the secret realm for their entire lives They came here seeking opportunities; even Nascent Soul cultivators are human. They certainly don't want to spend their whole lives in this isolated place.

"Well then, many thanks to Brother Niu and the two Daoist friends. Ghost King late stage experts will naturally be dealt with by those great cultivators. Our opponents should mostly be at the Ghost King Stage or early stage." Lu Xia Tian smiled and comforted the few people.

(Sanqizi Chinese) He Tuzi with a single sword earlier. He had kept him alive hoping to use his injuries and conversation to give Luo Yuan and the others some time to recover their strength. It seemed he had failed to...