Cultivation: Fortune by Lots

Lei Jun’s thunder swept horizontally; any Solitary Eagle Khanate cultivator or Three Springs Palace disciple who failed to dodge in time and was struck by the city wall formed of interwoven yin–yang thunderbolts was instantly smashed into a blur of blood and flesh.

Those whose cultivation was higher and did not die on the spot were likewise drowned in the thunder raging wantonly along the wall, unable to escape.

From afar, the Solitary Eagle Khanate’s great general Morning Sun Dry witnessed the entire process; as fierce and bold as he was, he still took a huge fright at this moment, a chill crawling up his spine.

Was this a means available to an Eighth Heavenly Layer cultivator?

He had once heard that even Mi Han of the Sunset Tribe, who had reached Eighth Heavenly Layer Perfection, had died at the hands of a Taoist here.

The Sumeru Vajra Division’s Jiasheng Upper Master and his party had previously provided the Solitary Eagle Khanate with portraits and records of this contemporary Celestial Master of the Great Tang.

Earlier, there had been quite a few warriors in the Khanate who wished to experience for themselves just what abilities the other side possessed.

But now, having truly seen Lei Jun make a move, the phrase that surfaced in Morning Sun Dry’s mind was a Han saying:

Seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times.

Under great fame, there are no empty men.

Whether in the Mortal World where the Solitary Eagle Khanate was located, or now upon coming to the Great Tang Mortal World, Morning Sun Dry had never before seen such a figure.

He had not personally seen the bearing of his own Khan King Harige in the Eighth Heavenly Layer, but he had seen the appearance of the Khanate’s other two Martial Saints, Daturan Bari and Bomo Ge, when they were in the Eighth Heavenly Layer; he had even seen scenes of the Master of the Three Springs Palace, Zhao You’an, in the Eighth Heavenly Layer realm crossing spells in battle with others.

Morning Sun Dry was utterly certain that whether it was Daturan Bari, Bomo Ge, or Zhao You’an, when they were at Eighth Heavenly Layer Perfection, absolutely none possessed the divine skills and mana of the Taoist before his eyes!

The Sumeru Lotus Sect’s Consort Yang Jinming was being pressed so hard by the Great Tang’s Prince Changshan Zhang Junhai that she was left flustered and scrambling.

Yet at this moment, whether it was Consort Yang Jinming, who had fallen into a disadvantage, or Zhang Junhai, who had seized the upper hand, both had part of their attention drawn by that towering Great Wall, long and unbroken, moving forward from the distance.

Even though the two of them were both veterans of a hundred battles and knew full well that in a fierce, brutal fight they should never divide their focus, that thunder city wall in the distance was simply too compelling to the eye.

Not only them; cultivators of the Great Tang and alien warriors everywhere, near and far, were all the same.

Seeing that wall bulldozing its way forward along the line, seemingly not fast, yet utterly irresistible, Consort Yang Jinming’s heart sank completely to the bottom of the valley.

Previously, facing Zhang Junhai, though the situation was perilous, she could still barely manage to tangle with him.

But now, she no longer dared harbor the slightest hesitation.

Within the illusory Buddha Stupa Field formed by Buddha light, Consort Yang Jinming suddenly ignored the threat of Zhang Junhai’s sword edge, and, caring only for herself, began to dance with exquisite grace.

A crimson lotus flower blossomed within the Buddha light, enveloping Consort Yang Jinming.

Zhang Junhai’s sword edge touched upon the crimson lotus, yet failed to pierce through it.

At least the method of a Ninth Heavenly Layer Buddhist Monk... Zhang Junhai’s heart stirred.

After enduring a strike from the sword edge, the crimson lotus did not shatter; instead, it ignited.

The flames manifested with a hue woven from crimson and pale gold, and in the blink of an eye burned the lotus completely to ash.

But Consort Yang Jinming at the lotus’s center likewise vanished from where she had stood.

By the time she reappeared, she had successfully pulled far away from Zhang Junhai and far away from that thunder Great Wall.

Having consumed her most precious life-preserving technique, Consort Yang Jinming felt no regret for it, only gratitude that she had decided without delay.

Blocked by the burning scarlet lotus, Zhang Junhai missed his first step in pursuit and lost track of Consort Yang Jinming’s trail.

Although he felt a slight pity, he knew that the balance of the battle situation here west of Yunzhou had already been broken; next, the Great Tang would be able to seize control of the situation.

Prince Changshan Zhang Junhai turned his head to give another glance at that approaching thunder Great Wall, then swung his sword and slashed toward the other Solitary Eagle Khanate people.

On the other side, the only one who might barely help the Solitary Eagle Khanate stabilize its lines, the Ninth Heavenly Layer Great Vehicle High Immortal Zhao You’an, gazed from afar at that magnificent and towering moving "Great Wall," his expression similarly solemn.

Though they belonged to different cultivation Dao systems, they were both of Taoist Sect heritage; Zhao You’an felt more deeply stirred as he watched Lei Jun.

The Talisman Sect of the Taoist Sect in this Mortal World was indeed mighty.

Zhao You’an secretly shook his head, let out a long sigh, and only moved to cover the retreat of the others.

This Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Great Tang Mortal World, whether in terms of his previous record of slaying Mi Han, Zhuo Le, and others, or the divine skills he now revealed, had to be regarded as on par with a Ninth Heavenly Layer Great Vehicle High Immortal.

Moreover, the threat he posed was greater than that of Xiao Xueting, who wielded the Mountain and River Sword.

According to information provided by the Sumeru Vajra Division, the Celestial Master Mansion in this Mortal World possessed the Celestial Master’s Three Treasures.

Furthermore, if Zhao You’an went to face Lei Jun in battle, Xiao Xueting would likewise be free to unleash a great slaughter.

On this western route, there was no way to persist any longer; to preserve as much primordial qi as possible would already count as victory.

Everything could only be left to the hope that over by Yunzhou, the Khan King could break through the Tang Emperor as quickly as possible.

Though the Tang Emperor’s methods were beyond expectation, they also cut off Lei Jun, Xiao Xueting, and other Great Tang cultivators from coming to aid.

...Could this perhaps be a manifestation of confidence?

A layer of shadow suddenly rose in Zhao You’an’s heart.

Lei Jun stood atop the wall formed of thunder, silently performing his breathing skills; around him, mana was ceaselessly transformed into Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and Xuanxiao Immortal Thunder, then he guided yin–yang dual thunder to merge, maintaining the vast, long wall for an extended duration as it continued northward.

"Senior brother, can your mana hold out?" Chu Kun stood at his side, acting as his protector.

"So long as I do nothing else, I can support it." Within Lei Jun, the Dual Polarity Immortal Body’s spiritual nature was continuously cycling mana, communicating with the thunder essence and yin–yang dual qi in the heavens and earth.

His voice did not travel to six ears; for the moment, only he and Chu Kun could hear it:

"Later, when I depart, the ferocity of the talismans I leave behind will quickly be exhausted, but I will need you, Third Junior Brother, to help maintain this wall for a stretch of time on my behalf. Afterward, on my behalf, notify General Xiao, Zhang, Prince Changshan, and Yue—only these few people."

Chu Kun understood: "Senior brother is guarding against the Vajra Sect Leader?"