NOVPUBThe Red Crow Elder looked at the inside of the True Martial Holy Sect and said faintly.
He did not pay attention to anyone else, just looking indifferently at the inside of the Sect Gate.
"Haven’t I always been here?" An ancient voice resounded from another part of the void.
The Red Crow Elder hastily stood up, and behind him, in the void, the Heavenly Curtain War God was sitting within the void.
In his hand, he held a fishing rod, which was slowly descending from the firmament.
It seemed as though a stream was plummeting down three thousand feet directly; at the bottom of the fishing rod, a mighty Changhe was raging in the void below.
This river surged upward, as if to reach the Nine Heavens, with countless fish of different colors frantically running at one end of the rod.
Just an ordinary fishing rod descended from the firmament, stirring up ten thousand feet of giant waves, while the Heavenly Curtain War God sat there leisurely, appearing quite at ease and in good spirits.
"Heavenly Curtain, do you also wish to battle?" asked the Red Crow Elder.
"You are still not enough," the Heavenly Curtain War God shook his head slightly.
"Although the Divine Sun Ancestor once praised you after taking on Destiny, saying that you could withstand ten moves without defeat under his hands," the Red Crow Elder said with a cold snort.
"But you and I are of the same realm, and I have been waiting for this battle for a long time."
"I’ve told you, you are not enough," the Heavenly Curtain War God still shook his head.
With a wave of his right hand, an invisible force spread from his palm, and immediately, the giant waves below started to roll violently.
A droplet of water surged skyward, falling into the hands of the Heavenly Curtain War God.
With a light flick of his index finger, the droplet instantly burst forth with dazzling light, tearing through the void and heading straight for the Red Crow Elder, crushing everything in its path.
The Red Crow Elder snorted coldly, the might of the Immortal Extreme emanating majestically from his body like a boundless sea.
In his right hand, endless Spiritual Energy surged, reaching directly for the droplet.
With a "bang," the droplet actually pierced straight through the hand of the Red Crow Elder and exploded in the distant horizon.
Collapsing half of the firmament.
The Red Crow Elder looked at the swiftly healing wound in his hand and stood there stunned.
After a long while, he looked at the Heavenly Curtain War God, who was fishing contentedly, and took a deep breath.
He remained silent for a long while before finally asking, "Have you stepped into that level?"
"Having opened the Era of Emperors with that lad True Martial, I count as the first War General of this new era.
If I didn’t break through, I’m afraid my lifespan wouldn’t allow it," said the Heavenly Curtain War God with a smile.
Hearing the words of the Heavenly Curtain War God, the Red Crow Elder was slightly silent.
The True Martial Great Emperor was the first Great Emperor of the Era of Emperors, and this Heavenly Curtain War God naturally was the first War General.
The era in which the other existed was probably much more distant than his own.
Even that long-gone era of Wild Desolation had not been experienced by himself.
"Let the others come out as well, otherwise today you may have to stay here," said the Heavenly Curtain War God indifferently.
As his words fell, ripples once again appeared in the surrounding void.
Several figures tore through the void, emerging with imposing momentum.
There were three figures in total, one of whom was dressed in a blood-red robe.
Bald, yet with exceptionally thick eyebrows, his eyes were like those of an eagle, sharp and sinister.
At the moment of his appearance, the sound of the "whoosh" of the surging Sea of Blood seemed to echo all around.
The entire firmament was dyed a blood-red color.
"That is the ancestor of the Blood Nether Holy Sect, the Battle General of the Blood Nether Emperor back in the day, the Blood Ancestor." Among those observing this grand battle from the outside, someone shouted excitedly.
These ancestors usually seclude themselves in closed-door cultivation, and it’s quite rare to catch a glimpse of them.
"That’s right, it’s said that he earned his name through blood, walking the path of destiny alongside the Blood Nether Emperor, trudging through the endless hellish Sea of Blood, and emerging from mountains of innumerable skeletons."
With the appearance of the Blood Ancestor, another old man dressed in black robes also slowly emerged.
His face was covered in scars, dense and numerous, with almost no spot left intact.
He looked fierce and terrifying, holding a chain in his hands, his eyes were blood red, and his long hair atop his head was a complete mess hanging behind him.
"That is...," someone, looking at the black-robed old man, said in surprise: "the ancestor of the Purgatory Holy Sect, the Heavenly Prison Holy Monarch."
"It seems that this time the several great Imperial Rule Immortal Sects truly intend to go to war with the True Martial Holy Sect, it’s uncertain whether the Heavenly Curtain War God can withstand them," someone said, worried.
"It’s not over yet," someone also looking towards the Dan Family’s direction remarked, as yet another figure stepped out from the void.
This figure was a fat old man dressed in a kasaya made from coarse cloth, his face was adorned with a very cheerful smile.
His earlobes were thick and large, and the skin on his face was so bunched up that one could hardly make out the old man’s eyes without looking closely.
"That’s the Nine Pills Elder, legend has it that even the Pill Emperor had him oversee the furnace during his pill-making days.
Speaking purely of pill-making skills, he ranks within the top five in the entire Yuan Central Continent."
"Fellow Daoists, it’s been a long time," the Nine Pills Elder said with a chuckling smile.
It seemed like he was always smiling, with no other expression whatsoever.
"Nine Pills, give me one of your Nine Heavens Pills, this old man has missed that feeling," the Red Crow Elder said with a laugh.
"That’s not possible, unless it’s a matter of life and death, this old man definitely cannot bring it out," the Nine Pills Elder said shaking his head with a smile.
"I still trust the strength of my fellow Daoists very much."
"Heavenly Curtain, although it might seem unfair for several of us to join forces against you alone today,
in battle, there is only victory or defeat, no fairness or unfairness," the Heavenly Prison Holy Monarch said indifferently.
"This old skeleton of mine should get moving," the Heavenly Curtain War God slowly stood up, taking deliberate steps out from the void.
"Although you’ve stepped into that realm, ultimately, you have not unlocked the tenth Vein Gate, defeating us will likely be difficult," the Blood Ancestor said with a profound gaze.
The Heavenly Curtain War God said nothing more; his aura alone was bursting through the entire firmament.
The boundless void shattered before their eyes, and his aura grew stronger, already on the verge of overpowering the other few.
With a gesture of his hands, a pale blue Divine Sword, resembling the Soul of Ice, flew out from the layers of the void.
Many engravings were carved into the blade of this Divine Sword, which currently radiated soaring golden brilliance.
The Heavenly Curtain War God slowly picked up the Divine Sword and said with sentiment: "Old friend, it’s time for us to stand side by side once again."
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Meanwhile, within the True Martial Holy Sect, there was a mountain peak hidden within the void.
This mountain peak was a place never visited by the rest of the True Martial Holy Sect, and many didn’t even know its whereabouts.
At this moment on the mountain peak, autumn wind rustled through the flowerbeds, stirring the crimson blooms.
A figure of an old man sat atop a giant boulder at the peak of the mountain, meticulously wiping a long saber in his hands.
His movements were gentle, and with every stroke of his wipe, the saber in his hands seemed to grow even sharper.
