Chapter 741 - 684: Concealing the Heavenly Dao

At the intersection of the East and West Realms, after a dispute, the place was left devastated,

with mountains and rivers completely transformed, some with half their peaks sliced off, others with their summits shattered, split in two, or even obliterated completely.

Terrifyingly deep craters mar the desolate land, with the occasional body of a cultivator from either the Yama Hall or the Celestial Dao Sect, their severed limbs a horrific sight.

The aura of death was overwhelmingly intense!

At the original site where the millstone accumulated power, now three layers deep with heavy soldiers, the skies and ground were filled with cultivators.

Ranging from the Initial Realm to Walking the Dao.

A new millstone, several times the size of the previous one, occupied the place.

Hun Bugui stood with hands behind his back, staring silently at the millstone.

He was waiting, waiting for the Dragon Blood Stone.

And waiting for the Celestial Dao Sect.

Such a big commotion couldn’t be hidden from the Celestial Dao Sect, and he didn’t plan to hide it.

He was actually looking forward to a battle with that young strongman.

"A worthy opponent."

Hun Bugui smiled delightedly, as he hadn’t felt such anticipation for a fight in a long time.

When Su Xiaoxiao returned, the Southern Border had also fully prepared, the air full of a killing intent, another commotion?

Before he could ask, Mu Zili already spoke first.

"The Yama Hall is preparing to activate the formation eye again."

Indeed, such a big commotion couldn’t be hidden from the Celestial Dao Sect.

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback upon landing, because it was too fast.

How long had it been, and they returned so soon.

"This might be their baseline, or perhaps very important."

Mu Zili chuckled lightly, now he was even more inclined to get involved.

"What exactly are they trying to achieve with this series of chained moves?"

Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Starting from unleashing calamity outside Central Continent, to spreading it, then to the formation foot and formation eye, and the force that suddenly appeared over Central Continent that day.

He really couldn’t figure it out.

Mu Zili, however, understood.

He pointed to the sky, with a solemn expression, "Of course, to cover what they need to cover."

What requires such elaborate concealment?

Su Xiaoxiao was initially stunned, frowning as he looked at the sky, then his mouth slowly started to open.

"The...Heavenly Dao!"

The Yama Hall did all this just to cover the Heavenly Dao!

No, it should be said Yama Hall wanted to obscure the Heavenly Dao of Central Continent!

Could this be possible?

"It seems they have succeeded."

Mu Zili nodded, initially he didn’t understand, whether it was unleashing or spreading calamity, he hadn’t guessed.

Or rather, he didn’t dare to think in that direction.

Not until the force that burst out from the Endless Sea Domain headed for Central Continent did he realize Yama Hall’s intent.

Using this resentment to cut off Central Continent from the Heavenly Dao, such maneuvers were massive, impossible without years of preparation.

Furthermore, the formation in Central Continent probably perfected over thousands of years in the tug-of-war with the Celestial Dao Sect.

Su Xiaoxiao hesitated to speak, as he was always in charge of the communication between the Endless Sea Domain of Central Continent and Wang Xingzhi.

He only ever listened to Wang Xingzhi’s reports, never having received direct commands from the Celestial Dao Sect through him.

Was the Celestial Dao Sect unplanning?

Only causing issues for Yama Hall?

He definitely didn’t believe that.

"What is our arrangement in Central Continent?"

After all, it was his own brother, Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but secretly ask.

Mu Zili’s face was a mix of surprise and awkwardness, he gave Su Xiaoxiao a complex look, twitching the corners of his mouth to speak.

"If I say I don’t know, would you believe me?"

Su Xiaoxiao’s expression shifted, naturally, he believed his own brother, if Mu Zili didn’t want to say, he would choose not to speak, rather than lie.

So, even his brother’s rank couldn’t handle the Celestial Dao Sect’s arrangement?

"Brother, do you think we have a backup plan above?"

Su Xiaoxiao swallowed, if there was, wouldn’t it be as significant as Yama Hall’s!

All along, the Celestial Dao Sect hadn’t taken action, only responding passively, could this also be their intent?

Just thinking about it was frightening.

Mu Zili’s expression also shifted, after looking around, a wisp of breeze enveloped the two of them.

Moments later, he spoke in a deliberately lowered voice.

"I suspect so!"

Just one sentence stirred waves in Su Xiaoxiao, if Mu Zili had speculations, then this matter might not be a myth.

"That’s why I haven’t wanted you and the old man to come over."

One thing Mu Zili often said, Central Continent would undoubtedly become an Asura field, not just due to Yama Hall, but more because of the two factions.

Under mutual hostility, it’s certain that many people would die.

"When the time comes, if I tell you to retreat with the old man, remember to listen to me."

Mu Zili suddenly gave this solemn instruction. In his mind, with the Soul Hall’s Hall Master stepping in, the arrival of the remaining nine Dao Palaces would certainly not be far off.

When the battle erupts, someone like Su Xiaoxiao would truly become cannon fodder.

Not to mention Su Xiaoxiao, the old Daoist’s words and deeds, without perfect mastery, are naturally inferior to cultivators of the same realm.

When even ordinary cultivators of the Divine Dao Realm take part, it would spell disaster for the entire Central Continent and low-tier cultivators on both sides.

This disaster seems like a pair of large hands manipulating a chessboard, every step they take against the Yama Hall as if speeding up the progress of this catastrophe.

Mu Zili suddenly realized that he was also caught up in this game.

The difference is, he had enough confidence not to be consumed like a chess piece on the board, nor to end up as cannon fodder.

But as for others, it’s really uncertain.

In the current battle against Yama Hall alone, who knows how many cultivators would perish.

New City of Central Continent.

Han Yu found it hard to comprehend Quan Xiaotong’s approach.

For Central Continent to participate, it’s not just a matter for a few individuals or sects.

It would involve large-scale participation of Central Continent’s cultivators on the battlefield, and not to mention the power gap alone would make it hard to contend with the Yama Hall.

He couldn’t help but ask Ling Wuce, who was accompanying him, "You do know that many of those cultivators heading there are unlikely to return alive, right?"

Ling Wuce’s expression was complex, and after a long pause, he sighed.

"Quan Xiaotong knows, I know, and those cultivators going also know."

Given this knowledge, why still march to their deaths?

Central Continent needs a face-to-face battle, a counterattack, a chance to recognize the disparity between the enemy and themselves.

"What is there to recognize further?"

Han Yu still couldn’t understand.

Ling Wuce simply shook his head with a bitter smile, "You’ll see when the time comes."

As they spoke, the two arrived at a storeroom, with cultivators coming and going.

Han Yu didn’t know what Ling Wuce meant to do by bringing him here, but he quickly understood.

In one storeroom, countless boxes were stacked, filled with dazzling blue pills.

"This is the foundation that Central Continent can give you!"

Ling Wuce spoke slowly, these were crafted tirelessly by the city’s pharmacists.

With these resources, when Han Yu used his Earthen-Wood Dharma Aspect, the worst he would face was depletion of his Sea of Consciousness, not a near-death state.

With such resources, no sect would have the capacity to provide him, but with all of Central Continent supplying him, it was more than sufficient.

"Quan Xiaotong said, with such a resource expenditure, you don’t need to worry about the consequences. Use them as needed, Central Continent can sustain you."

Ling Wuce conveyed Quan Xiaotong’s words.

In the Council Hall, Quan Xiaotong was standing in silence amongst a group of sect leaders and elders.

When Ling Wuce entered, he barely raised his head to ask a single question.

"Have they left?"

"They left with that Daoist."

Ling Wuce nodded slightly.

At this time, Quan Xiaotong suddenly stood up, glanced around, and spoke, "One person alone cannot rescue the entire Central Continent, nor can we let just one person do it."

"My Unparalleled Tower has nearly a thousand Divine Gaze disciples voluntarily going."

Bian Renjie slowly stood up and spoke gravely.

"Everyone in Galan Temple volunteers to go."

The abbot of Galan Temple joined his hands together and spoke slowly.

Even the Great Elder, Wu Seng, was willing to lead in person.

Other major sects also expressed their intentions.

Quan Xiaotong quickly waved his hand to stop them, "This time is only a confrontation, not to deplete Central Continent’s foundation."

If this trend continued, with everyone going, what future would Central Continent have?

"If each sect draws part, it won’t hurt the vitality. But remember, it must be voluntary."

Quan Xiaotong repeatedly instructed.

"It’s not necessarily a death mission."

It was Mo Xiuwen who spoke, appearing disheveled and like a madman.

Yet his eyes were increasingly bright and captivating.

He looked around and spoke slowly, "According to my designs, fight and then retreat, not necessarily resulting in death."

He had absolute confidence in his mechanisms.

However, some still doubted, or perhaps they simply weren’t overly optimistic.

"Ultimately, we can’t assume everything will be perfect; we’ve actually prepared for not returning."

Though they spoke lightly, these were disciples from their own sects, those who had the qualifications to go were all meticulously cultivated by their respective sects.

Mo Xiuwen also knew things couldn’t be perfect, but he still had confidence in his mechanisms.

"I can’t guarantee all will come back alive, but those who survive won’t be few."

This is the first step of Central Continent’s resistance, and it certainly won’t be the last.

"If there truly is a situation where they can’t come back alive."

Mo Xiuwen paused slightly, his face turning stern.

"Our mechanisms must make sure the other side understands that Central Continent’s cultivators won’t die in vain!"