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Time flies.

While the major Heavenly Immortal sects from the outside world did not intervene, and the two inner sects fought each other relentlessly, and Taiping Dao quietly focused on development, ten years had blinked past.

In those ten years, Yi Dancheng of Taiping Dao and Che Shidao, unbeknownst to outsiders, quietly advanced through the Late-stage Human Immortal.

Several disciples from Taiping Dao, who had traveled abroad, returned to their sect with numerous rare treasures.

Lu Yuan’s plans for accumulation and development were steadily progressing.

Similarly, in the north, after thirty years of warfare, the Qing Immortal Sect and Jiuzhou Immortal Gate were finally facing their decisive battle.

Tianmen River.

This river, once a grand river in the Changqing Domain, was now broken into sections, turning into several smaller rivers, completely losing its former grandeur.

Cultivators who mastered Immortal Techniques and possessed various Divine Powers, who could manipulate stars and overturn seas, for those grand beings, such marvels were merely trivial.

At Tianmen River, one of the main battlefields, the two strongest cultivators of the region, Meng Jianshan and Yao Baojuan, were clashing.

With the powers of Late-stage Earth Immortals, second only to the Great True Persons among the Heavenly Immortals, they fought heedlessly. Not to mention a mere Tianmen River—they could level hundreds of thousands of miles into flat land if they wished.

Not to mention, under their command, there were several Human Immortals and tens of thousands of cultivators.

Though these followers’ Strength wasn’t comparable to Earth Immortals, they could form formations that temporarily wielded the power of Earth Immortals. Scattered across various locations, their Spells and Divine Powers could easily demolish areas several miles wide.

Human Immortals, with a mere wave of their hand, could turn hundreds of miles into scorched earth.

Such massive destructive power had, over thirty years of war, turned the Tianmen River and its banks into an apocalyptic landscape.

The mountains and rivers shattered, peaks collapsed, stretches of barren land lay waste, not a blade of grass growing…

Scenes like these could be seen everywhere near the two great battle arrays.

Fortunately, both sects had some bottom line; although they fought ruthlessly, they deliberately avoided areas inhabited by mortals.

In places where battles were frequent, they even relocated the mortals to the rear, keeping them away from the battlefield.

Thus, although the war was brutal, it was confined only among cultivators.

For ordinary people, the damage wasn’t substantial—only a few hundred thousand weren’t able to retreat in time and perished.

The last shred of decency of the Immortal Sects was preserved by these individuals.

However, after fighting continuously for thirty years, both sides were exhausted, with innumerable disciples dead or injured.

At this point, it was difficult for both to continue.

Within Longquan Kingdom.

A massive, celestial tree stood within the kingdom, its vast canopy covering the Heavenly Vault, allowing sunlight to reach the ground only through gaps between branches and leaves.

The canopy even dropped branches downward, forming a thick barrier, sealing off the eastern bank of Tianmen River, and protecting Longquan Kingdom behind it.

Even after thirty years of war, this Green Wood Immortal Array remained as stable as Mount Tai, showing no signs of weakening.

The strength of this formation was no different from thirty years ago.

In fact, over these thirty years, no one had attacked this place.

Because Jiuzhou Immortal Gate simply lacked the Strength. They were short of both troops and manpower, already struggling just to defend.

How could they spare force for a counterattack?

It should be noted that the attacking side, facing an enemy supported by a formation, would have to endure several times the casualties.

Jiuzhou Immortal Gate was already in such a dire state; they lacked the capability to attack.

However, the stability of the Green Wood Great Array seemed like a good thing.

But for those hiding within this formation, it was quite the contrary.

Because they were the attackers.

If the enemy didn’t approach, they would have no choice but to assault the enemy’s formation across the bank.

To attack an already established array would inevitably lead to heavy casualties.

Over these thirty years, countless disciples from Changqing had their blood spilled over Tianmen River and their souls buried on the western bank.

Just like now, within the Purple Cloud Sect’s formation on the western bank, a brief and intense skirmish was drawing to an end.

A group of bedraggled figures, under the protection of several Immortals, managed to escape the great array, hastily retreating into the Green Wood Immortal Array.

Once back within their own territory, many cultivators finally stopped, catching their breath.

The leading True Persons counted their ranks, each face filled with sorrow.

But before they could lament, they saw in the distance within the large array, a tremendous roar as a gigantic green tree, carrying a person, flew back.

Behind the tree, a mass of clouds pursued, and more clashes followed. Finally, amid the shaking tree shadows, a figure staggered back into view.

The crowd hurriedly gathered around.

"School Leader."

The leading True Person, bowing to the returning Yao Baojuan, reported, "In this array-breaking attempt, we lost over a hundred disciples. Only about eighty came back. Among the True Immortals, Junior Brother Yuan received minor injuries, and Junior Brother Tian is severely wounded; he won’t be able to join the battle for several months."

While he spoke, the True Person Tian, unable to suppress his cough, coughed twice. The crowd looked over and saw his face pale as gold paper, his breath weak, his aura mostly dissipated.

It was clear at a glance that he was gravely injured.

"Ahem, ahem…"

Yao Baojuan, following with his own cough, listened to the report. After glancing at the many retreating soldiers, he said in a weak voice, "No need for more words. Let the disciples rest for now. The other True Persons, follow me back. We’ll summon the others for a meeting; I have an important matter to discuss."