Chapter 132 The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 132: The Calm Before the Storm

Deep within the Primordial Sealing Ruin, six heavy auras surged inside a sealed cavern.

Hei Ming, Xue Kuang, Mo Ying, Gui Sha, Yan Luo and Yuan Sha sat cross-legged in their stone chambers, breathing hard, dark energy rippling off their skin.

The Immortal Ascension Pills from Moro Xuan had taken hold.

For years, their demonic cultivation had been stuck against a wall they couldn’t break.

Now the medicine tore through their meridians like liquid fire, wearing the wall away.

In his chamber, Yuan Sha’s eyes snapped open.

Black demonic qi swirled around him, and the pressure cracked the stalactites overhead, sending dust raining down.

He clenched his fists.

He could feel Immortal power beginning to settle inside his demon core.

*Immortal Realm...*

He closed his eyes again and poured every bit of his soul force into guiding the violent medicine into his foundation.

Not far off, Hei Ming was going through the same agony.

The black mist around his body grew thicker with every breath.

The other four were just as consumed.

Nobody dared lose focus for a second.

Once they crossed this line, they would never be bound by the limits that had kept them trapped in this ruin for ages.

This was their only way out.

And they had no intention of failing.

And, as their lord had ordered, they kept their auras sealed tight.

---

A short distance away, surrounded by tall blood-etched array flags, Moro Xuan stood before a giant formation.

His posture was perfect.

But a flicker of impatience showed in his pale eyes.

He was already at the Peak of the Celestial Immortal Realm.

The Immortal King Realm was one step away.

Yet no matter how much energy he took in, he stayed stuck at the last threshold.

He lacked blood qi.

A breakthrough at his level needed an ocean of fresh, high-grade life essence.

Without it, even a thousand years of seclusion would give him nothing.

His gaze moved over the glowing crimson runes of the unfinished array.

"Still not enough..." he muttered.

The six demons reaching the Immortal Realm was necessary.

But it wouldn’t solve his own problem.

He needed slaughter.

A torrent of fresh blood to fill this array to the brim.

He pulled his sleeves closed.

Impatience was useless now.

Once the seal broke and the foolish cultivators outside charged in, the blood he needed would come to his door on its own.

Until then, he only had to wait for the curtain to rise.

---

Outside the Primordial Sealing Ruin, the plains had become a war camp.

Rows of tents and defensive talisman posts stretched across the grass, and thousands of cultivators hurried between them carrying supply crates and checking arrays.

Some practiced sword formations in the open clearings.

Elders from different forces stood side by side, trying to line up their battle plans.

Nobody knew when the seal would shatter.

But everyone knew that when it did, one second of hesitation could cost them everything.

Inside the command tent, Mo Xuehan leaned over a map table buried in dispatches.

"Lock in every sector’s patrol rotation," she ordered. "When the line is tested, I want no confusion about who gives the orders."

An elder from one of the forces bowed.

"Alliance Master, the distribution is nearly done. The vanguard is in position, and the medical supplies are stockpiled along the secondary line."

"Good. Stay alert. The demons won’t announce their arrival."

"Understood!"

After he left, Mo Xuehan rubbed her temples.

Uniting so many proud forces under one banner was exhausting.

Every one had its own techniques, its own combat style, and its own old grudges.

A single oversight, and the alliance could crack from the inside before the first demon showed up.

She turned back to the mountain of reports.

---

At the supply depot, Gu Chenxiao stood among tall stacks of crates, inspecting the pills himself.

In a long fight, recovery pills mattered as much as flying swords.

"Check the seal on every Spirit-Restoration batch," he told a pill master. "Cross-check the ledger before anything leaves this depot."

"Yes, Senior Gu!"

The pill master bowed and hurried off with an armful of scrolls.

Gu Chenxiao ran a hand along an ironwood crate.

He knew all too well that even strong cultivators could be ground down by an endless tide of enemies.

If the pills ran out in the middle of a battle, the losses would be terrible.

On the northern drill ground, Feng Jiutian stood on a stone platform, watching hundreds of cultivators run joint drills.

"Fix your footwork!" he shouted. "Match your strikes to your squad! When the demons come through, there won’t be time to think. Only habit will keep you alive!"

The cultivators roared back, driving their energy into their weapons with new fire.

The surface was calm.

Underneath, everyone was getting ready for a bloodbath nobody living had ever seen.

---

On the fourth floor of the Lin Clan’s Time Tower, the clash of weapons rang out nonstop.

Thirty figures filled the stone arena.

Fifteen True Immortals and fifteen Earth Immortals, all trying to master the weapons Lin Hao had given them.

The weapons matched their realms, but using an Immortal weapon in real combat was far harder than it looked.

Each one had its own will, and a power that could easily get out of control.

If the wielder gave it too much energy, it could backfire.

If too little, it did nothing at all.

CLANG!

Lin Tianhe’s sword hit his sparring partner’s heavy spear, sending sparks across the floor.

He was pushed back three steps.

His knuckles went white on the hilt.

The sword hummed in his hand like a wild horse, wild and unfriendly.

"You said you’d give it plenty of chances to prove itself," his partner said.

"It’s proving itself," Lin Tianhe growled. "Against me."

He had assumed that reaching his realm meant using an Immortal sword would come easily.

He was wrong.

If he channeled too much energy, the blade drifted off its path.

If he gave too little, its strike power just slept.

He breathed out a cloud of white mist and raised the sword again.

"Again."

His partner grinned and leveled his spear.

"Come!"

Across the arena, another True Immortal swept his longsword through a long sequence.

Arcs of sword intent sliced the air and cut deep grooves into the floor.

It was powerful, but his transitions were stiff.

He stopped, adjusted the flow of energy in his meridians, and tried again.

This time the arc was faster, smoother and far deadlier.

The Earth Immortals worked just as hard.

Some gathered in small groups to study how energy flowed through their weapons, trading tricks for calming them down.

Others stood alone in quiet corners, repeating a single slash thousands of times until it came as easily as breathing.

Nobody complained.

They all knew how lucky they were.

Immortal weapons were treasures that minor sects would fight wars over, and their Ancestor had handed them out like ordinary equipment.

Failing to master them would betray his trust.

Days passed in the tower, and every day was nearly three hundred years of training.

Their stiff movements smoothed out into controlled, devastating strikes.

They weren’t just holding Immortal weapons anymore.

They were joining their spirit force to the steel.

Lin Tianhe’s sword was finally listening to him.

Mostly.

---

Deep within the Primordial Sealing Ruin, six demons clawed their way toward the Immortal Realm.

At the center of the array, Moro Xuan waited for blood.

Outside the barrier, the alliance tightened its lines.

And inside the Time Tower, thirty immortals sharpened themselves into blades.

The sky above was clear.

But under the silence, every piece was moving into place.

End of Chapter 132