The supermassive integrated teleportation array engraved on The Wu Chai enables a one-ti teleportation of over ten thousand light-years.
In the following ti, The Wu Chai will continuously jump at least two hundred tis under the continuous maneuvering and intermittent cooling of the jump engine, reaching the edge of the Androda Galaxy, and then silently recuperate.
This process will last for three thousand years, with nearly half a million people aboard The Wu Chai alternating in intervals of hibernation. Despite having strong artificial intelligence for coordinated planning, they will still need to stay active for at least thirty years on this ho-level mothership.
This will be a one-way journey, as the jump engine integrated with the supermassive teleportation array will experience unimaginable wear after such high-frequency, ultra-long-distance starry sky transfers.
Repair will be indefinitely delayed; the heart of this jump engine is the pinnacle of Huaxia's collective efforts, and even though there are repair masters aboard, there are ultimately not enough hands.
Everyone's eyes are fixated on Lu Ren, who unfolds his massive Ancestral Witch body in the starry sky, regarding the ho-level spaceship in his hands as if it were a small toy.
As vast and boundless witch power continuously poured in, Lu Ren forcefully manifested the space folds and opened a space channel with great magical power, gently pushing The Wu Chai into it.
"I hope you can continue the fire of our Huaxia and blossom into a radiant flower in Androda. One day, we shall et again in the starry sky."
The countless people inside The Wu Chai, with eyes red and bloodshot, crowded at the portholes greedily, yearning to take in the familiar starry sky completely, embedding it deeply into their minds, never to be forgotten.
Watching The Wu Chai activate its jump engine, the massive ship flickered once and instantly disappeared within the Solar System, all fell silent.
Gazing at the distant stars, Lu Ren lingered in silence for a long ti. Even as an Earth Immortal, without the aid of a Taoist Artifact, it would take near ten thousand years without eating, drinking, resting, or pausing to reach the Androda Galaxy two to three million light-years away.
No Earth Immortal without a Taoist Artifact would be bored enough to spend nearly ten thousand years traversing to and from the Androda Galaxy.
This is an invisible assurance; spatial transfer Taoist Artifacts do exist, but most were damaged in the final battle at the end of the Mythical Era.
The two Arks of Salvation, the Celestial Palace and Ling Mountain, possess this capability, but such treasures of sect fate will definitely not be sent out separately for two or three months just to chase what they view as a group of ant-like mortals fleeing.
Their focus will solely be on the Enlightennt Land.
Suddenly, Lu Ren turned around, his gaze sharp as a torch, emanating divine radiance; the earth-yellow witch power enveloped him at this mont, incorporating endless starlight and Thick Earth Essence Qi, transforming into peerless armor upon him.
"Ladies and gentlen, prepare to face battle."
Lu Ren's deep voice echoed throughout the Solar System, a sense of imminent storm stirring the souls of all.
Nobody expected that just after sending off The Wu Chai, immortals and gods from the Mythical Era would descend instantly.
After a mont of silence, Zhang Tongxuan stepped out of the void, dressed in a Celestial Master Robe, wearing a Celestial Master's Crown, wielding a Celestial Master Sword, shod in Celestial Master's Cloud-Stepping Shoes, with a Purple Gold Trigram Token hanging from his waist and a Celestial Destiny Jade around his neck. His entire being was clad in the most luxurious Taoist Artifacts, exuding True Immortal might with utmost majesty.
"Masters, please form the array!"
In an instant, nurous ancient Taoists with auras of old waves suddenly appeared in near-Earth orbit. Surrounding the great array Lu Ren set up, each clad in a dark Taoist robe, with aged appearances and expressions full of helplessness, yet each exuded a daunting presence.
These hundreds of old Taoists all possessed cultivation at the True Immortal Realm.
"Celestial Master of this generation, you're pushing us into the fire pit, huh?"
One chubby old Taoist with flushed skin grumbled discontentedly, sucking on his nose, but despite his grumbling, his hands never stopped forming spells.
Among them, a lean old Taoist with no expression, yet possessing the highest cultivation among the decaying Taoists, his eyes transford into the Celestial Eye, pointing outwards and drawing back in mid-air, causing thousands of folds to ripple in the void, the imnse brilliance from his pointing finger surging forth, evolving into colossal talismans as if threatening to cover the entire Earth.
One short Taoist, upon witnessing this scene, could not help but praise: "I never imagined I'd see Junior Martial Uncle Chen's Talisman Path again."
Soone interjected: "We are all old fogies with one foot in the grave, with only a few years left to live. Who knew we'd be dragged out by the Celestial Master of this generation to oppose the Celestial Court!"
One burly old Taoist with a face full of muscle, dissatisfied, snorted coldly: "Reversing the Heavenly Positions, straying from the path, harboring intentions to overthrow the Celestial Court, quite the bold thought. Faced with Ancestral Master Zhang Daoling, I wonder what face this disobedient grandson will show.
rely that Half-Step Ancestral Witch attempting to contend with the Celestial Court? Utter nonsense!"
"Those mortals are dood, and those who practice the Witchcraft Path will be exterminated. Celestial Master Zhang, this is your doing!"
Though they spoke, their hands continued unceasingly.
These old Taoists who crawled out from the Secret Realm of Dragon Tiger Mountain wasted no ti employing their full abilities to form the Dragon and Tiger Gang Fight Array, or there would be no way to fight.
Zhang Tongxuan, holding the Dragon Tiger Order, concentrated his Essence, Qi, and Spirit at this mont to the peak, even touching the level of the Peak of True Immortal. He spoke in a deep voice.
"Honorable ancestors, all entered the Immortal Path from mortal beginnings. Our Huaxia Human Race is nothing but ants in front of those immortals, regarded as resources, casually slaughtered to forge Taoist Artifacts, to practice True Skill! I refuse!
Now that the Celestial Court has returned from the Sea of Suffering, after endless ages, it is its weakest mont. It is the best opportunity for our Huaxia Human Race to break free from the cage and gain freedom."
The tall, thin old Taoist finally spoke, appearing indifferent: "Is this daydreaming feverish? Dragging Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Huaxia lineage to complete annihilation, without becoming an Earth Immortal, it's all a pointless dream."
"Leave the Earth Immortals to ."
Watching the void channel steadily spewing high-energy particles, Lu Ren, who was extending the space channel, spoke at this mont.
"You?"
The tall, thin old Taoist, hands unrelenting, squinted at Lu Ren through slits in his half-lowered eyelids.
"Though you possess the body of the Thick Earth Ancestral Witch, forcefully entering the Earth Immortal Realm through shared origin, you should understand that a Half-step Earth Immortal is ultimately not an Earth Immortal."
He turned to the ground, where nurous thick black cannon barrels appeared, countless cultivators standing ready, a cold smile on his face: "With just these cannons, do you know how many civilizations relying on external objects were annihilated by a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and a hundred thousand True Immortals during the height of the Celestial Court?"
He looked deeply at Lu Ren: "You're dragging the entire Huaxia Human Race down, and in my view, the only conscientious act was letting those half a million go. If not for the mandatory summon by the Dragon Tiger Celestial Master's Order, I would never have participated."
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