This was no ordinary military mobilization.
At the edge of the horizon, hundreds of colossal mechanical beasts, each tens of feet tall, stood majestically.
These colossal machines were crafted from unknown alloys and hard ironwood, and the rumbling of their gears echoed like muffled thunder on the horizon.
White steam billowed from the joints of the mechanical behemoth, and each step it took created a deep crater in the hard ground.
This is the pinnacle of craftsmanship from the Jixia Academy, a weapon of war personally overseen by Master Mozi.
On the giant beast's shoulder, heavy cannons engraved with intricate magical runes were already fully charged, their muzzles glowing with a faint blue light, ready to unleash destructive power at any moment.
Beneath the shadow of this colossal mechanical beast stood the Great Wall Guards, arrayed in neat formation.
They were dressed in standard armor, their dark red cloaks fluttering in the gale, like a burning sea of blood.
Each soldier's hand rested firmly on the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed straight ahead, and even the rhythm of his breathing seemed to maintain a terrifying consistency.
There was no conversation, no noise.
Only the soaring, chilling aura shattered the still somewhat cool morning breeze.
On the flanks of the formation, the Title Douluos who originally belonged to the Spirit Hall stood proudly.
But they are completely different today than they were in the past.
The elders' robes, which once symbolized glory, are now covered by a layer of exquisite armor that shimmers with light.
This is the highest-grade soul-guided armor that the Sun and Moon Continent has presented as tribute.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked the mechanically beautiful metal arm guard on his arm, feeling the terrifying amplification of soul power flowing within it, his eyes almost overflowing with fanaticism.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan played with the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in his hand, but in the center of the flower's pistil was a core energy gathering ring that exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
Ghost Douluo's ghostly figure remained ethereal in the sunlight, but the nine fixed-position soul-guided cannons floating around him exuded a real aura of death.
All the titled Douluo have completed their weapon upgrade from traditional Soul Masters to ultimate individual weapons.
With just a command from Qianyu, they could use this equipment to tear a hole in even the defenses of a god.
My gaze shifted to the vast, boundless sea.
Above the turbulent blue waves, now lies a jungle of steel.
The massive fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent, like giant sea monsters, hovered silently on the surface of the sea.
Thousands of warships lined up end to end, almost obscuring the entire bay.
The dark cannon muzzles were all raised, locking onto the void above the sky.
The ruler of the Sun and Moon Empire stood on the deck of the largest flagship, holding the imperial seal, a symbol of imperial power, in both hands. He had already knelt respectfully on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold deck, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
No matter how strong the sea breeze was, it couldn't dispel the oppressive feeling brought about by the gathering of millions of troops.
In this deathly silence under the spotlight of everyone.
A strange ripple suddenly appeared in the sky.
The sunlight, which was originally quite glaring, became softer at this moment, as if a light veil had been veiled over the sky.
A cool, clear glow shone brightly, even in broad daylight.
It was a huge throne.
The throne, carved entirely from some kind of crystal-clear white jade, floated high in the sky and slowly descended.
On the throne, Qianyu, dressed in a snow-white robe, her garments fluttering gently in the wind.
He wasn't wearing any armor, nor was he releasing any spirit rings; he just sat there casually.
But just by sitting there, the weight of the entire world seemed to converge on him.
That innate nobility made the million-strong army and steel behemoths below instantly become green leaves that set off the red flower.
Qianyu's expression was languid, her slender fingers gently tapping the armrest of the throne.
On his left, the Moon Queen nestled docilely against him.
She wore a flowing, moon-colored dress, and her cool and beautiful face only revealed a hint of tenderness when she looked at Qianyu.
Haiyue turned slightly to the side, peeled a glistening grape with her delicate hand, and presented it to Qianyu's lips with the utmost elegance.
To Qianyu's right was Gongsun Li, the peerless dancer from Chang'an.
She wore a practical outfit today, but it couldn't hide her graceful figure.
Her rabbit ears trembled slightly, and the iconic oil-paper umbrella in her hand was not opened, but held in her arms.
Gongsun Li's face was slightly flushed, as if she hadn't fully recovered from the shyness of last night, but her gaze towards Qian Yu was full of affection.
Qianyu naturally put his arm around her waist, his fingers gently caressing her slender waist.
After the throne.
Bibi Dong held a scepter, and her purple-gold papal robes made her look extremely majestic.
Her gaze swept over the millions of soldiers below, as if she were examining her own backyard.
Upon seeing those fully armed Title Douluos, Bibi Dong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied expression.
Standing next to Bibi Dong was Qian Renxue.
As Chiyu's daughter, she perfectly inherited that pride and beauty.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the phantom of a six-winged angel was faintly visible behind her.
Unlike her other subordinates who bowed, she stood tall and proudly behind her father.
Looking at the white-clad figure ahead, Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with undisguised admiration.
This is her father.
This is the sole and supreme ruler of this continent.
The throne hovered directly above the city wall of Jialing Pass.
Qianyu sat up slightly.
He didn't speak immediately, but instead slowly swept his gaze across everyone below with a calm look.
Everywhere you looked, whether they were mechanics, soul masters, or those unruly titled Douluo, they all knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, Feather Emperor!"
"Greetings, Feather Emperor!"
"Greetings, Feather Emperor!"
The shouts of millions of people converged, creating a wave of sound that even broke through the clouds in the sky.
Warships on the sea simultaneously sounded their horns, the deep hum reverberating throughout the entire area.
Qianyu raised her hand.
All sound stopped abruptly in an instant.
This absolute and unwavering control left Ning Rongrong and the others who arrived later secretly terrified.
Qianyu took the silk scarf from Haiyue and slowly wiped her hands.
Then, he slowly stood up.
As he stood up, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue behind him, and Haiyue and Gongsun Li in his arms also became solemn.
Qianyu looked up.
Their gaze pierced through the thick clouds, as if looking directly at the lofty realm of gods.
That is the place where the Asura God resides.
It is also the place where Tang San, who is being tortured and turned into a monster, is located.
Qianyu was well aware of what had happened in the God Realm.
But he didn't care.
Or perhaps, all of this was part of his script.
Let Tang San struggle in pain, fall into despair, and finally become a beast that only knows how to kill, and then crush him with your own hands.
That's what makes it interesting.
The wind stopped.
The whole world seemed to be waiting for him to speak.
Qianyu stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, his figure as white as snow. Against the backdrop of the golden light that filled the sky behind him, he looked like a god-king who had walked out of ancient times.
He opened his mouth, but his voice was not loud. There was no hoarse roar, nor any deliberate infusion of soul power to intimidate.
But the sound clearly reached everyone's ears, and even resonated deep within everyone's soul.
"today."
Qianyu paused, her gaze sweeping across the sky.
"To attack the heavens."
Just two simple words.
But it was like the last spark that ignited a powder keg.
Below.
The fighting spirit in the eyes of the million-strong army erupted completely at this moment.
The colossal mechanical beast roared to the sky, spewing out steam that blotted out the sun.
The main guns of thousands of warships charged simultaneously, their dazzling light illuminating the sea as if it were daytime.
The Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall revealed their spirits one after another. Nine spirit rings pulsed beneath their feet, and terrifying spirit power fluctuations connected, causing space itself to distort.
Qianyu watched this scene without much change in expression.
He sat back on the throne.
Haiyue leaned closer, resting her head gently on his shoulder, and whispered:
"Your Majesty, who should lead the vanguard?"
Her voice was as clear and cold as moonlight, but she only showed such gentleness in front of Qianyu.
Qianyu casually said, toying with a strand of Gongsun Li's hair:
"Let those lumps of iron go first."
"Give Mozi a chance to demonstrate his abilities."
"Let those high and mighty gods see if the wisdom of mortals can knock out a few of their teeth."
Haiyue nodded slightly, then straightened up and waved gently downwards.
The next moment.
In the Jixia Academy camp, an old man with white hair and beard suddenly waved the command flag in his hand.
"All troops, listen to my command!"
"Target: Sky Rift!"
"Fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy cannons on the shoulders of hundreds of mechanical behemoths roared simultaneously.
Immediately following was a massive barrage of cannon fire from the Sun Moon Empire fleet.
Countless thick beams of energy ripped through the sky, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and bombarded the faintly visible spatial node in the sky.
The entire sky was dyed in a riot of colors at that moment.
The roar of the explosion even drowned out the thunder.
Qianyu leaned back on the throne, watching the dazzling fireworks display, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Xiaoxue".
He suddenly spoke.
Qian Renxue, who was standing behind, immediately stepped forward and said respectfully:
"Father, I'm here."
Qianyu didn't turn around, but simply pointed to the sky that was being bombarded by artillery fire.
"Get ready."
"When that crack opens later, you should be able to sense some familiar presences."
"That was your destiny, and also a gift from me."
Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, then understood what was going on, and a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes.
Angelic positions.
Even...power surpassing that of angels and gods.
"Thank you, Father!"
Qian Renxue's voice trembled slightly.
Bibi Dong, watching this scene from the side, had a complex expression in her eyes, but more than that, she felt a sense of relief.
She was once obsessed with the position of the Rakshasa God, and she was once obsessed with destroying everything.
But now, standing behind Qianyu, watching this man manipulate the world and even the divine realm with ease, he sees him completely at the mercy of others.
She then realized how ridiculous her past obsessions had been.
Only by following this man can we find the true truth.
Bibi Dong stepped forward, came to the other side of the throne, and whispered:
"That Yu Xiaogang... has completely lost his mind."
"Now I'm locked up in a cage like a dead dog."
"Should we bring him up here so he can see this great battle with his own eyes?"
Upon hearing the name, Qianyu raised an eyebrow slightly, but only for a moment.
"No."
"The eyes of an ant are not qualified to witness the flight of a dragon."
"Once we conquer the God Realm, we can lock him up with Tang San."
"The reunion of master and disciple must be a very touching scene."
Qianyu spoke casually, as if she were just deciding what to eat that night.
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of pleasure, and she respectfully nodded and withdrew.
The shelling continued.
Under such terrifying barrage of firepower, the spatial barrier in the sky finally began to show cracks.
A dark red light seeped out along the cracks.
That is the power of the Asura God.
Clearly, the divine realm was not entirely unresponsive.
Qianyu keenly sensed the change in that aura.
It was filled with bloodshed, slaughter, and an extreme madness and resentment.
That was Tang San's aura.
Or rather, it was the aura of Tang San, the Asura God King.
"They're here."
Qianyu chuckled softly.
He released Gongsun Li from his arms and slowly stood up.
As he moved, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong behind him instantly went into battle mode.
A flash of light appeared in Haiyue's hand, and a crescent-shaped magical artifact appeared in her palm, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop instantly.
"Ceasefire."
Chiyu's voice rang out again.
This time, the sound pierced through the overwhelming roar of artillery fire and reached the ears of every commander.
All the artillery fire stopped within three seconds.
An eerie silence returned to the world.
Everyone looked up at the sky, which had been shattered by the bombardment.
Click—
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The spatial node collapsed completely, and a huge black vortex slowly took shape.
Immediately afterwards.
Endless crimson mist surged from the vortex, instantly turning half the sky scarlet.
A nauseating smell of blood filled the air.
A figure slowly emerged from the billowing blood mist.
The man was covered in a hideous dark red armor, with each armor plate seemingly dripping with blood.
A head of dark red hair flew wildly behind her head, and her eyes had no pupils, only two burning blood-red flames.
It was Tang San, whose physical body was reshaped by the Asura God and who was completely turned into a killing machine.
Behind Tang San, several figures radiating powerful divine energy stepped out one after another.
God of Destruction, Goddess of Life, God of Evil, God of Goodness...
All five of the divine enforcers, except for the fallen sea god Poseidon, have now descended.
This isn't over yet.
Behind the five great god-kings, countless heavenly soldiers and generals lined up, their golden armor standing out starkly against the blood mist.
The entire divine army has been mobilized.
Such a spectacle, if it were in the past, would have been enough to make all living beings on the Douluo Continent feel despair.
But at this moment.
Neither the Great Wall guards on the ground nor Qianyu in the sky showed the slightest fear on their faces.
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