With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World Chapter 145 - 144: War! War!

[You gladly accepted the arrangent from Nine Rivers, becoming the Grand Elder of the Alliance.]

[However, due to your special identity, the Alliance did not widely announce your presence, only a few observant individuals noticed your existence.]

[The vast Nine River Basin roared like a precision machine, under the guidance of many Golden Core sects, countless cultivators in the Nine River Basin began to stir...]

Back then, just the union of Nine Sects was able to set up the South Mountain Secret Realm, completing a blood sacrifice, thus achieving a purpose for the Preaching Envoys that remained hidden to the world.

Now, with all Golden Core sects in the Nine River Basin joining forces, the entire region was in turmoil.

Under the temptation of resources, status, fa, power, and immortality.

No cultivator could remain unaffected.

The Nine Rivers Golden Core sects offered every imaginable goal to cultivators.

Even the hermit, who was indifferent to fa and fortune, broke through seclusion.

Great Qian.

These two words were thrown into the air.

For those who value patriotism, Great Qian was seen as the evil aggressor invading Nine Rivers; for those who valued profit, Great Qian seed the best target for their gain; for those who valued reputation, this war was undoubtedly the best mont to achieve grand fa; for sought-after path seekers among cultivators, it promised hope for breakthrough through Great Qian.

Under the propaganda of various Golden Core sects of Nine Rivers, although the countless Nine Rivers cultivators had not yet encountered Great Qian, they were eager for battle, eyes glinting with sharpness, prepared to charge as soon as Great Qian cultivators appeared before them.

Even Ouyang Yun could not resist being attracted by the heritage of alchemy skills within.

Ouyang Yun even t so fellow practitioners at Kunmi Mountain.

These fellows might not have their Immortal Path blocked, but they too were trendously infatuated with the Alchemy Dao.

Ouyang Yun even encountered one or two alchemy geniuses more gifted than Jie Fangtao.

Furthermore, Eighth and Ninth-Grade Alchemy Masters arrived.

Ouyang Yun organized a conference, discussing alchemy with these masters.

In these few days, the cultivators serving the Great Alchemist Sect were rewarded with pills, significantly enhancing their cultivation.

[Nine Rivers Alliance established a Pill Departnt, and you assud the position of Deputy Minister.]

The minister was a Ninth-Grade Alchemist, these Ninth-Grade Alchemists were usually uninterested in worldly matters, but since a ministerial title was involved, it was reluctantly accepted.

[At Kunmi Mountain, you debated tirelessly with fellow alchemists for nearly a month, you could feel substantial growth in your Alchemy Dao.]

[While you were discussing alchemy in the rear, the front-line battle also comnced.]

[On September 18th, in the year 8204 of the Nine Rivers Calendar, the Cultivation Realms of Changqi Mountain, Wei Qiuhe, Mochang Plain’s Six Sects, Golden Dragon Ridge, Guyu River, and a total of 103 cultivation realms were attacked simultaneously.]

[The Great Qian Dynasty revealed its sharp claws, targeting these obstructive small cultivation realms.]

These cultivation realms were nurous, but most were only Foundation Establishnt sects.

The combined mass of these realms might not even reach half the size of the Foundation Establishnt minor influences in the downstream Qingqiu River.

[Seven hundred expedition fleets from the Great Qian Dynasty hoisted their own Dragon and Phoenix Flag across these cultivation realms.]

[The Great Qian Dynasty annihilated the doctrines of these realms, and the remnants fled to Nine Rivers, the watching Nine Rivers sects naturally accepted these remnants.]

Weakness, itself, was the original sin.

These small cultivation realms committed no wrong, they were rely cultivating peacefully at ho.

If not for the Nine River Basin, the Great Qian Dynasty might not have spared them a glance.

A pity, a dead ant requires no justification.

[The seven-hundred expedition fleets from the Great Qian set up camp, deployed arrays, transported war treasures, began accumulating strength, Nine Rivers launched the attack first, a great war was about to erupt...]

Seven hundred expedition fleets refer to the Great Qian Dynasty’s seven hundred armies.

Each army was enough to annihilate any cultivation realm.

And these were rely the official forces of the Great Qian Dynasty; apart from official forces, the Great Qian Dynasty mobilized dostic cultivation influences extensively.

The Imperial Court’s forces were just a segnt of this expedition.

Nine Rivers also made comprehensive preparations.

Those sects primarily focused on artifact forging were in full operation, even most artifact forgery masters were summoned into these sects.

Concentrating strength, enhancing efficiency.

War treasures rarely seen on ordinary days appeared.

Colossal flying ships blotting out the sun.

Massive war beasts in hordes.

chanical flying dragons exuding spiritual Qi...

And nurous artifacts carrying powerful cultivators to the front.

Beams of flowing light rapidly darting towards the front.

Within the flowing light, every single True Master capable of summoning storms and wielding omnipotence.

[On January 18, 8205 of the Nine Rivers Calendar, the last minor confrontation ended.]

[On January 30, 8205 of the Nine Rivers Calendar, a formal battle comnced, divided into seven primary battlefields...]

Surrounding the Nine River Basin was a strip of Spiritual Qi vacuum; beyond this vacuum were dispersed small cultivation realms.

Beyond these small realms lay Great Qian.

Currently, the battlefield was situated within this Spiritual Qi vacuum.

Naturally, even mortals thrived in this locale.

These mortals naturally ford petty countries.

All of them stared dull-eyed at the vast flying ships and steel beasts erging in the skies.

The silhouettes of these entities covered the heavens, as if obscuring the entire sky.

Around the colossal entity, there were nurous figures soaring through the air.

All the mortals were stunned on the spot; soon, so mortals knelt to the ground, shouting praises to the immortals.

Even the most talented and proud martial geniuses stared blankly at the sky, their minds completely blank.

These mortals were born in this spiritually barren land, a place that may not be vast to the Nine Rivers or Great Qian, but feels like a world they can never traverse their entire lives.

These mortals had no knowledge of the existence of cultivators in this world.

Even due to the scarcity of spiritual energy, Innate Martial Artists capable of opening the Heaven and Earth Bridge were incredibly rare.

The worldview of the nurous small countries in this region was still similar to that of ancient tis in Jiang Ming’s past life, with Taoists seeking immortality, monarchs longing for eternal life, and various deities of religions, but there was no extraordinary power.

At this ti, the countless shadows in the sky shattered their worldview.

On the horizon, a flying fleet was approaching.

The flying fleet was in neat formation, and even the massive warships followed a unified style.

This was the army of Great Qian.

In comparison, the Nine Rivers were sowhat scattered.

Yet, for cultivators, the difference between scattered troops and regular armies was not significant.

The important thing was the strength of the cultivators.

Arrays erged on the chanical dragon, and pieces of upper-grade spirit stones were instantly crushed into flying ash.

The surrounding spiritual energy was also being gathered.

Before the giant dragon’s mouth, a massive array ford from countless overlapping small arrays appeared.

Energy gathered.

"Boom——————"

A roar shattered the air.

A gigantic beam of light, like divine arrows, shot straight toward the enemy army.

The other side responded in kind; beams infused with attribute power flew forth.

Yet, they were perfectly defended by the rising defense array.

Even just the occasional fallout was enough to destroy cities.

These cultivators couldn’t afford to concern themselves with the mortals below.

Now, war was their foremost priority.

Wars in the Cultivation Realm were not gentler than Jiang Ming’s past life of warfare with hot weapons, sotis even crueler.

All manner of warfare tactics were employed.

So forbidden evil path and demon path techniques were used.

The reason these evil and demon techniques almost disappeared from the Nine River Basin was that, besides having a complete inheritance without needing demon path quick gains, they were detrintal to the long-term developnt of the Nine River Basin.

Otherwise, these cultivators, whose eyes were solely set on immortality and profit, wouldn’t care.

But now, with war upon them, they had little hesitation.

Turning fallen cultivators into corpse puppets for reuse, exploding demon path pills that harm a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of their own soldiers, blood sacrifices summoning specters...

Yet, absolute strength remained the mainstream on the battlefield.

A cultivator swung a sword across the sky, a sword slash severing a miles-long giant war machine.

Fla surged, scorching thousands of cultivators, a world-class fire cultivator burning every place like a Fire God.

A descendant of the ancient Military School, adept in manipulating Military Fiend Qi, used military secret techniques and gathered Military Fiend, exerting power far beyond one’s own strength.

Gigantic war machines exchanged fire with each other, while endless Qi Refining cultivators engaged in close combat on the ground like ants.

Countless spirit stones were consud, and even a tiny fraction of it raised the spiritual energy concentration of this previously barren zone by a whole level.

Nurous flashes of spiritual energy shimred along the front lines.

Various magics, mixed with gore and atrocity, roared and thundered.

Even resentful wraiths were instantly cleansed by the ferocious Qi and the powerful True Essence of the cultivators.

"Ah ah————"

"Die!"

"Sword Slash!!!"

In the mortal world, cultivators revered as Immortal Masters’ eyes turned bloodshot, faces contorted without a trace of calmness.....

............

Kunmi Mountain.

A gentle breeze brought a hint of coolness.

After Kunmi Mountain was opened, the secret realm within gained so Vitality Qi.

Life could not survive atop Kunmi Mountain, but the secret realm could, becoming a dwelling for creatures instead.

Ouyang Yun felt the tranquility of the years.

Slowly sipped so tea.

"Alchemist Ouyang, here’s the latest Pill Book from the front lines!"

A Foundation Establishnt Cultivator flew in, respectfully presenting a scroll of the book.

Ouyang Yun calmly opened it, skimming through all its contents at a glance.

"Not bad..." though it was just a pill book of the top three grades, there were so worthwhile points.

However, the crimson mark at the corner of the pill book was conspicuously evident.