Chapter 1702 The Vanguard of the Immortal Realm

At the headquarters of the Wanxiang Business Alliance, Master Wanbao and several elders whose auras were no less than his gathered together, their expressions extremely solemn.

"The news has been confirmed. It was said by Immortal Lord Wuyai himself, and it has been indirectly confirmed by the highest-level intelligence channel of the Merchant Alliance." An elder dressed in a star-patterned Daoist robe said in a deep voice, "The advance teams from the two immortal realms, led by several True Immortals, have crossed the endless star sea. Their target is clear: You Wuyai and... anything that might threaten their plans."

"Several True Immortals..." Another elder, shrouded in shadow, gasped. "Such a lineup is just for the advance party! Of the nine divine realms, only You Wuyai is currently the only True Immortal on the surface..."

"So what if there's only one?" Master Wanbao suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. His usual amiable businessman demeanor vanished, replaced by the decisiveness and authority of a business magnate. "Just because the enemy is strong and we are weak, are we to offer our necks for slaughter, continue to be imprisoned livestock, and wait for the great calamity to eventually devour us all?!"

He surveyed the elders present, his voice resounding: "Our Myriad Elephant Merchant Alliance can connect the Nine Realms. Now that the shackles are clear and the butcher's knife is about to fall, if we retreat now, what face will we have to stand in the myriad realms? Issue my order: From this day forward, the Myriad Elephant Merchant Alliance shall enter a state of preparedness for war across the heavens and activate all interdimensional communication arrays to inform all forces in the Nine Divine Realms of this message!"

"Yes!" the elders responded in unison, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Soon, through the vast network of the Myriad Elephant Merchant Alliance, which spans the nine divine realms and even connects to some ancient secret realms, this earth-shattering news spread like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, its ripples quickly reaching every corner.

Dragon's Back Divine Realm.

The Ghost Emperor summoned the other Mahayana cultivators, and a murderous aura soared into the sky: "Dragon Spine cultivators, we would rather die in battle than live a life of dishonor!"

Ziwei Divine Realm.

The aura of imperial authority swept across the star field, and the current Ziwei Emperor issued a conscription order: "All my Ziwei citizens whose cultivation is above the Nascent Soul stage must register and await your command! We must mobilize the power of this region to protect my lineage!"

Beidou Divine Realm.

Seven Killings, Broken Army, Greedy Wolf... the killing light of all stars shone brighter than ever before. War sword fortresses awoke from their slumber, and countless sword cultivators sharpened their swords, their sword energy traversing billions of miles.

Great Thousand Gods Realm.

The projections of the three thousand worlds intertwined above the divine realm, drawing upon the power of countless Buddhist kingdoms, pure lands, and grotto-heavens. Their vows converged into a golden ocean, serving both as salvation and protection.

The Primordial Divine Realm.

The chaotic energy surged, awakening some ancient beings that had slumbered since the beginning of time.

Boundless Divine Realm.

Even though they were still suffering through the great calamity, the surviving Mahayana cultivators, including the Heavenly Eclipse Ancestor, began to consolidate their last strength!

Various ancient and mysterious realms.

Upon learning the truth, the remnants of the Ruins and the other surviving protectors of the ancient gods of the Great Dao were filled with fighting spirit.

They may have different traditions from the current human race, but they chose to unite when faced with a common enemy from the outer realms.

In an instant, the nine divine realms were in turmoil, and the fighting spirit soared to the heavens!

Countless communication swords, streaks of light, and divine thoughts traversed the starry space.

Ancient teleportation arrays, long forgotten, were relit, connecting different divine realms.

Major powers opened their treasure vaults and took out the war resources they had accumulated over countless years.

Weapon refiners, array masters, alchemists... all kinds of talents were gathered together to refine magical treasures, construct grand arrays, and concoct spiritual pills day and night.

Low-level cultivators formed battle formations and practiced combined attack techniques.

High-level cultivators went into seclusion, striving to achieve a breakthrough at the last moment.

An atmosphere of shared hatred and resolute determination enveloped the entire Nine Divine Realms.

They may still have internal disputes, but on the two questions of "Why can't our Nine Divine Realms produce True Immortals?" and "Why must we be sacrificed for eternity?", they have reached an unprecedented consensus—war!

The Immortal Gourd Divine Boat became one of the core nodes in this preparation for the storm.

As a veteran of the Myriad Elephants Merchant Alliance, Zhang Xuan actively participated in the coordination and preparation for war of the Nine Domains Alliance.

He granted partial access to the Shenzhou spacecraft, allowing the coalition forces to study its defense and attack systems, providing a reference for building a stronger joint defense line.

The massive war machine of the Nine Divine Realms began to operate with unprecedented efficiency.

Gathering their strength, they await the ultimate clash with the vanguard of true immortals from the Abyss of Beginning Demons and the Three Pure Immortal Realms, a clash that will determine their fate or usher in a new era!

In the endless void, an enormous flying ship travels through the folds of space.

At the heart of the flying boat is a palace shrouded in mist and ethereal beauty.

This is no ordinary palace, but an independent Dao domain that has been opened up – Qingwei Heaven.

Amidst churning clouds and towering immortal mountains, seven figures sat cross-legged atop a platform naturally formed from chaotic blue stone. Their Daoist aura resonated with the heavens and earth, revealing them to be seven true immortals from the Three Pure Ones Immortal Realm.

Their bodies emanated a profound Daoist aura, as deep as the sea.

Further out, thirty-six slightly weaker but still powerful auras could be vaguely seen, belonging to the accompanying Mahayana cultivators.

Inside the hall, a misty, ethereal atmosphere mingled with the delicate fragrance of calming wood.

The Immortal Lord of Nanhua gently tapped the jade table with his fingertips, producing an ethereal echo that broke the silence.

"If the calculations are correct, we will be able to reach the Nine Divine Realms in another thirty years," said Immortal Lord Nanhua, his voice calm and gentle, like the imperial pronouncement of the Great Dao.

The Crimson Sun Immortal Lord snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, a dilapidated place that has been eroded by the calamity for millions of years. If it weren't for the sect's decree, I would not have wanted to set foot here. The spiritual energy is thin, the Dao principles are incomplete, and even the air carries a rotten smell of calamity. This mission is truly unlucky."

Fairy Qinglin lightly brushed her slender fingers across the cup made of cold jade marrow in front of her and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Chiyang, why are you so anxious? It is precisely because this place is in ruins that we can show our abilities. Moreover, the sect's strategic shift towards the Nine Divine Realms this time is of profound significance and is no small matter."

The Primordial Ancestor slowly opened his half-closed eyes, a long river of time flowing within them: "A change in strategy... Yes, who could have imagined that those old fogies from the sects and the Heavenly Court would make such a decision? I still remember that millions of years ago, our ancestors laid down the Dark Order in this region to delay the spread of the Great Calamity, using this realm as a barrier to protect our Three Pure Immortal Realms. Now, however, they are going to do something like... draining the pond to catch all the fish."

There was a hint of barely perceptible emotion in his tone.

The Golden Rainbow Sword Master raised an eyebrow, his sharp aura intimidating: "Ancestor Hunyuan, you are mistaken. Times have changed! According to the joint deductions of the elders of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the depletion of the origins of the Nine Divine Realms is accelerating, and the erosion of the Ancient Calamity has penetrated deep into their very bones. Collapse is imminent, and it cannot be delayed by the mere suppression of True Immortals by the Dark Order. Since the barrier is about to fall, are we to sit idly by and watch our last reserves be buried along with it?"

Kun Yuanzi nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Jin Hong is quite right. The sect's decree this time is clear: shift from defense to plunder, extract the remaining light to replenish our realm. Although the Nine Divine Realms are damaged, they have experienced the ancient times and still have their foundation. Those divine mines buried under the ruins, those strange plants that mutated and survived under the pressure of the calamity, those fragments of ancient inheritances, and even... the essence, soul, and flesh of the beings in this realm can all be transformed into resources to nourish our Three Pure Immortal Realms."