Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

After Xiao Muchen and the sect members completed all the careful preparations before the war, the entire sect was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, like the heavy silence before the storm. The invisible pressure could be felt in every corner, making people's breathing unconsciously become rapid.

Xiao Muchen stood alone on the top of the mountain. The fierce mountain wind was like a roaring beast, whistling and blowing his clothes wildly. His upright figure was like a towering mountain, motionless. He looked down at the vast land under his feet, with undulating mountains and winding rivers. The vast scene was in his sight, but his mind was full of thoughts, like a tangled mess. He knew that the significance of this battle with the Tiansha Sect was far beyond imagination. It was not only about the survival of the sect, but also about the fate of countless people and the future peace of the land on which they depended for survival. Every subtle decision and every decisive action are like a key step in a chess game, which may affect the final outcome.

Lin Wan'er came quietly to his side, her footsteps as light as the breeze blowing across the soft grass, without making a sound. She gently held his hands, which were soft and warm, conveying endless tenderness and strength, giving him silent but incomparably firm support and encouragement.

"Mu Chen, no matter what the outcome, I will fight alongside you." Lin Wan'er's voice was gentle and firm, like the warm sun penetrating through layers of dark clouds in spring, instantly dispelling the haze in Xiao Muchen's heart and making him feel extremely relieved.

Xiao Muchen turned his head and looked at her beautiful face affectionately. His eyes, as bright as stars, were full of trust and love, like the brightest gems in the world. He nodded slightly, held her hand tightly, and said with deep affection and determination: "Wan'er, with you here, I am fearless. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, I will be able to move forward bravely."

After returning to the sect, Xiao Muchen summoned all the disciples and elders who participated in the battle. In the spacious square, everyone lined up neatly, with solemn and resolute expressions. The sunlight shone on them, reflecting a golden glow, but it could not cover up the serious and tense atmosphere.

"Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle with the Tiansha Sect. Everyone must be prepared. This is a battle of life and death. We can only win, not lose!" Xiao Muchen's voice echoed in the square, with unquestionable determination and the courage to burn his boats. Every word seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, hitting everyone's heart. Everyone responded in unison, the sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky, and the high morale seemed to break through the sky and shake the world.

At night, Xiao Muchen lay in the room, looking at the ceiling, his thoughts surging like the tide, constantly beating against his heart. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and various battle scenes and possible variables kept flashing through his mind. Every possible outcome was repeatedly deduced in his mind, making him feel heavier. In the end, he simply got up, lit the oil lamp, and checked his equipment and skills again. He drew out his sword and looked at it carefully under the dim light. The blade flashed with a cold light, as if it was longing for the nourishment of blood. He silently circulated his fighting spirit, felt the flow of power in his body, adjusted his breath, and strived to exert his strongest strength in battle and not give the enemy any chance to take advantage.

At the same time, the Tiansha Sect was also busy. In the brightly lit hall, the Sect Master's face was as gloomy as a thunderstorm cloud about to erupt. He sat in the first seat, his eyes flashing with sinister light. The elders below were discussing tactics fiercely, their voices rising and falling, full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"This time Xiao Muchen took the initiative to provoke us, so we must make sure they never return!" said an elder fiercely, waving his arms, his face full of anger and murderous intent.

"Don't underestimate the enemy. It is said that they are well prepared. We must also be prepared for any possible disaster." Another elder expressed a different opinion. He frowned and looked worried.

The disciples were training intensively and polishing their weapons. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, but their eyes were full of determination. The entire Tiansha Sect was shrouded in a tense and oppressive atmosphere, like a volcano about to erupt, which could burst out with destructive power at any time.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the earth. But both sides knew that the arrival of dawn would be a cruel moment to decide their fate, life or death, in one move.