Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Lord Herring, do not question any of His Majesty's decisions, because His Majesty will never make a mistake."

Holding a folding fan, Wen Rennuo, who looked like a noble young man in the secular world, sat on a cloud and talked to a Jindan Zhenren who was standing in the air beside him.

At this time, Wen Rennuo was in a battle formation formed by thousands of cultivators. Except for some Qi-cultivating cultivators who were filling in the numbers on the periphery, those who were able to enter the inner circle for guarding were almost all elite cultivators of the Heavenly Court who were above the Foundation Establishment stage.

Opposite Wen Rennuo was a middle-aged male cultivator with gray hair and beard, whose Taoist name was [Qingyu], and who was also the Heavenly Court commander of this battle formation.

This place is the [Mulin Territory], which is the front line where the [Heavenly Court] and the [Penglai Righteousness] are fighting.

After hearing Wenren Nuo's words, the Green Fish Immortal couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised, "Young friend Wenren, you said it well!"

Inwardly, he cursed, "This brat has absolutely no shame. He's so brazen about flattering me in front of so many soldiers and in front of everyone... I wonder if His Majesty, who's far away in Heaven, can even hear it."

"No wonder he holds such a high position at such a young age, becoming the Emperor's personal attendant. He deserves to be promoted for being so shameless!"

Although Wen Rennuo in front of him was only at the initial stage of foundation building, he was born in the [Qian Gang Guard] of the [Tian Dao Temple] after all, and was also the attendant in charge of the ceremonial guard of the Emperor of Heaven, and his reports could reach the ears of the Heaven.

At this time, the Heavenly Court and the Penglai righteous path were fighting fiercely at the border of the Mulin area, but His Majesty sent this person over. He said that he was demoted to the most basic sergeant position, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this guy was here to gild his reputation!

True Man Qingyu, who was in charge of leading the battle formation, naturally did not dare to be negligent. Although he also brought Wen Rennuo to the front line, this place was the rear where troops were dispatched. It was actually very safe and there was not much danger.

He and Wenren Nuo were chatting in the center of the battle formation, intending to find out the news in the Heavenly Court, the preferences of the Emperor of Heaven, etc. However, he didn't expect that the boy in front of him was so tight-lipped, not telling the truth, but just praising the Emperor of Heaven with extremely disgusting words, which made the foundation-building guards on duty nearby feel physically uncomfortable.

Wen Rennuo flattered Xiao Guanying for a while, but seemed to feel a little annoyed, so he simply used his spiritual eyes to look into the distance. He saw smoke and dust filling the sky in the distance, and faintly visible the flickering flames of magic. It was obvious that the two sides were fighting fiercely.

"Hiss... Lord Qingyu, up ahead, my Heavenly Court battle formation and the Penglai Righteous Path are engaged in a relentless exchange of attacks. They've raised a huge cloud of dust, but why doesn't the battle seem particularly intense? In the past few minutes, it seems only a few peripheral Qi-cultivating cultivators have died on both sides."

Wen Rennuo was on the battlefield for the first time, so he was naturally a little confused: "Isn't the intensity of this war too low?"

True Man Qingyu curled his lips, secretly cursing him as a fool, but said with a smile, "My dear Wenren, you don't know... This is no longer the old almanac from hundreds of years ago."

"A few hundred years ago, Penglai Immortal Continent was relatively peaceful, with no major wars. The highest level of cultivation involved in the wars was only at the Golden Core stage... That's when the intensity of the wars was low."

"Back then, Foundation Establishment cultivators were still quite useful. Dozens or even hundreds of them formed a formation, barely able to resist a cultivator who had just entered the Golden Core stage. It was still a pretty good fight."

"It's nothing like now! After a Nascent Soul True Lord joins the battle, he can freely escape into the void, appearing and disappearing like a ghost... Conventional, cumbersome battle formations are simply unable to defend against a Nascent Soul cultivator's sudden attack. No matter how many cultivators you send, even if you deploy dozens or hundreds of Golden Cores, they can attack and flee at will, and no battle formations will be of any use!"

"Not to mention building a foundation and cultivating Qi, they've simply become banner-waving and cheering on the battlefield. Where is the ability to influence the outcome of the battle?"

"The so-called strategic depth is a joke... Unless every inch of territory within a region is covered with formations designed to block the abyss, how can we stop a Nascent Soul True Lord from coming and going freely? They can freely travel through the abyss and directly flash into our heartland to wreak havoc. Defensive forces below the Nascent Soul level are useless!"

"The intensity of the war today is not too low, but has reached a level that is difficult for us to understand."

True Man Qingyu smiled bitterly and said, "So, no matter how fiercely our cultivators fight, it's useless... The Jindan cultivators we've invested in this battle far outnumber those of the Penglai Righteous Path. We appear to have a significant advantage... But even if we break up the Penglai Righteous Path's battle formation and kill all of their lower-level cultivators, as long as the Yuanying battle in the sky is lost, we, the victorious army, will still be slaughtered by the Yuanying True Lords of the Penglai Righteous Path."

"Then why bother fighting so seriously? Both sides are currently just putting in the work but not putting in the effort, waiting for the outcome of the battle in the sky... If my Heavenly Court True Lord wins, we will naturally pursue him and do the hard work of mopping up and chasing him."

"If the True Lord of Heaven is defeated..." True Lord Qingyu shook his head. "Friend Wenren, we should all scatter like monkeys when the tree falls. We should just run away... Those who can't escape should simply surrender and be taken into the prisoner-of-war camp by the Penglai Righteous Path, or those with higher status can wait for Heaven to redeem them."

Wen Rennuo was speechless after hearing this, thinking to himself, "Could it be that our army has become the atmosphere group, right?"

But he asked, "I wonder how the battle is going in heaven? Is my Heavenly Lord confident of victory?"

True Man Qingyu smiled and said, "Relax, this time the two True Lords are evenly matched, but I, the True Lord of Heaven, have greater overall combat power and have prepared many restraining treasures in advance, so my chances of winning are still very high..."

"Even if it's a draw, or even a slight defeat...it's still safe to cover our army's retreat."

At this moment, he thought to himself, "This person is a close attendant of the Heavenly Emperor. It is said that he is a person that the Emperor favors... He is only in the early stages of foundation building, but he has already held a high position. His Majesty must be very concerned about him. How could he watch him get into trouble here?"

Wen Rennuo looked up at the sky at this time, but saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, and there was a faint sound of magic weapons colliding in the sky. It was obvious that the Nascent Soul True Lords of the two sides were fighting in the sky, and no one knew when the winner would be decided.

True Man Qingyu had a higher level of cultivation, and his spiritual awareness and five senses far surpassed Wen Rennuo. He looked up at the battle circle of True Lord Yuanying, and could see much more than Wen Rennuo, and a look of joy gradually appeared on his face:

"My dear friend Wenren, our Heavenly Court True Lord has the upper hand right now, and the outcome should be decided soon... When the Penglai righteous forces retreat, you will follow me and charge forward. I will definitely leave you a few heads of righteous disciples as military merit!"

As soon as Master Qingyu finished speaking, something strange happened.

A brilliant sword energy emerged from the void, piercing a large hole in the dark clouds of the sky. Following several screams, a loud and unbridled cold shout resounded across the entire battlefield:

"I, Guan Lingxiao, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, have a sword... I invite you, fellow Taoists of the Heavenly Court, to appreciate it!"