Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 358: Queen

Zhang Dongyuan had fallen, and the status of the Azure Abyss Sword was unclear.

A crucial section of the Yinshi Mountain defense line had effectively collapsed.

And now, new powerful enemies had joined the opposing side.

In this situation, it was understandable that Prince Zhao, Zhang Teng, Xiao Xueting, Abbot Ningru, and Fang Huansheng chose to retreat rather than hold the line.

Otherwise, they might’ve all been surrounded and wiped out in Yinshi Mountain.

But now that Yinshi Mountain was lost, heading southward, the west was blocked by the great river barrier, while the eastern regions—Hedong, Youzhou, Jizhou, and Cangzhou—were now exposed to the enemy's advance.

Upon hearing the news, Lei Jun furrowed his brows slightly.

The thundercloud beneath him surged on, carrying him further north.

The closer he got, the easier communication became—though the chaos in the north also made intel increasingly muddled.

The Tang cultivators retreating from the Yinshi line had broken into three groups, each piercing through the enemy patrols at the periphery before falling back.

Xiao Xueting, wielding the Mountain-River Sword, led one group westward toward the great river and retreated to the west of the river. Most of the Tianshi Mansion disciples like Chu Kun and Zhang Jingzhen were with this group.

Zhang Teng, Prince Zhao, wielding the World-Stabilizing Saber, led another group eastward, retreating toward Youzhou.

The most dangerous was the central path, where they headed toward the Buddhist Holy Land of Xuanyan Temple in Yunzhou. Though the route was shorter, it was also pursued the most aggressively.

Still...

Lei Jun stared at the intel, thoughtful.

It was reasonable for Prince Zhao to retreat in either direction.

But Xiao Xueting not heading south through the center was... odd.

What’s the latest from Luoyang, the Imperial Capital? Empress Zhang Wantong had already left the capital and was heading north.

Where was she now?

Could it be Xiao Xueting was moving to rendezvous with her directly?

Lei Jun gazed northward across the vast mountains and rivers.

High above, the Great Celestial Mirror rotated, casting divine light.

Since her early days—when she had fought great demons in the Western Regions and Eastern Sea—there hadn’t been a single record of Empress Zhang Wantong making a move.

That was three, maybe four decades ago.

She had once gone to Guanzhong briefly, and aside from casually capturing Elder Guan Jing from Pure Yang Palace, who had defected to the Mortal Daoist Nation, she rarely acted herself—mostly maintaining order from the old capital, Chang’an.

Now, she had finally chosen to personally lead an expedition.

Her opponent: the equally hands-on Khan of the Lone Eagle Khanate—Harijger.

A martial sage of the Ninth Heaven, at the Perfection Stage.

Yunzhou.

The roars of many beasts echoed across the northern frontier.

Swift-riding warriors mounted on exotic beasts spread out across Yunzhou.

Though fewer in number, their collective momentum was terrifying—like a savage flood of heavy cavalry sweeping southward, making the earth tremble.

In the distance, Xuanyan Temple—Buddhism’s Precepts Tradition Holy Land—hovered above the mountaintop, suspended in the sky.

Nine eagle-feather banners glided slowly toward it.

Suddenly, a swarm of black shadows blanketed the sky.

Shrill eagle cries echoed, shaking the heavens.

The Sky Eagles, whose strength rivaled Ninth Heaven human experts, spread their massive wings and soared.

But atop their heads—no riders could be seen.

On the ground, amidst the surrounding heavy cavalry, stood a monstrous demon bear, like a walking mountain.

It moved slowly, head bowed, its single eye half-closed, its expression unreadable.

This was none other than the once-dominant Snow Kingdom Bear King, a Ninth Heaven great demon.

Though he bore no visible injuries, his demon aura and ferocity had greatly diminished.

Standing on his back was Harijger, Khan of the Lone Eagle Khanate.

Beside the bear were Tribe Chief Bomu Ge of the Sunset Tribe, and Master Jiasheng from the Vajra Division of Mount Sumeru.

Zhao You’an, Sect Master of Sanchun Palace, led a pursuit westward after the retreating Tang forces.

Datun Baril, Chief of the Angqin Tribe, pursued those heading east.

Meanwhile, Princess Yangjin and a few monks from the Sumeru Lotus Division were not present—they had requested permission to join the western pursuit.

Harijger hadn’t minded and granted their request.

Master Jiasheng also didn’t object.

He understood that the Lotus Division wanted to learn more about the Tang Dynasty's mortal realm—not out of aggression, but in reciprocation.

Earlier, Vajra Division elites had traveled through the Lotus Division to reach the Song Realm, establishing ties with the Lone Eagle Khanate and learning much in the process.

So Jiasheng wasn’t about to stop them now.

His attention was focused on Harijger—

The one who had single-handedly subdued the Bear King and slain a Shushan elder in record time.

The Azure Abyss Sword, one of Shushan’s most treasured flying swords, now rested in Harijger’s hand.

The sword’s azure light vibrated relentlessly, more defiant than the massive demon bear—yet it remained firmly in Harijger’s grip, its light slicing across his skin without leaving a mark.

Without a suitable master to wield it, the Azure Abyss Sword was no threat to him.

What unsettled Jiasheng most was that even his own division master, Jialuotu, at the same cultivation level, might not measure up to Harijger.

“Excellent weapon,” Harijger admired, studying the Azure Abyss Sword for a moment. “Even though it’s a Daoist flying sword, it’s truly a fine piece.”

He turned and called down to Master Jiasheng, who stood beside the Snow Kingdom Bear King. “Master, if I’m not mistaken, this was an ancient treasure passed down from Shushan, correct?”

Master Jiasheng nodded. “Yes, Khan. It is one of the six great treasures from the founding of the Shushan Sect. It has been passed down to this day. Aside from this Azure Abyss Sword, Shushan still possesses another legendary sword, the Purple Star Sword.”

“Other than those two ancestral swords, are there more?” Harijger asked.

“Yes. Though some were lost over time, aside from the Azure and Purple swords, there were once four other major artifacts,” Jiasheng explained.

Harijger asked again, “What about martial weapons—blades and armor?”

“There are some, but far fewer than in the realm where our Khanate resides. The Tang Realm only began experiencing large-scale spiritual energy surges in the past century. Many spiritual materials haven’t had time to mature. While some weapons exist, heavy armor and protective gear of true quality are incredibly rare.”

Harijger casually waved the Azure Abyss Sword. “Still, this is already impressive. On our side, we don’t even have weapons of this caliber.”

Master Jiasheng remembered how Datun Baril had practically drooled over Prince Zhao’s World-Stabilizing Saber.

Though Datun was a cavalry-type martial cultivator and didn’t rely heavily on weapons like martial combat specialists did, he wasn’t like Bomu Ge, who charged into battle barehanded.

The World-Stabilizing Saber and Mountain-River Sword of the Tang Empire made many foreign warriors envious.

Datun, in particular, favored the Saber. After the collapse of the Yinshi line, he deviated from his usual charge-the-center approach and instead flanked east to pursue Prince Zhao Zhang Teng.

Master Jiasheng knew that the Lone Eagle Khanate’s realm, unlike the Tang Realm, had rich forging techniques and resources from the Song Dynasty, but lacked high-level martial experts.

Despite having a head start in the spiritual energy surge, the Song Dynasty had long been under pressure from northern invaders.

Afterward came the invasion from Luoyuan, one of the Ten Great Territories, followed by the opening of Youyin, which forced the Song court into back-to-back wars.

Weakened over years of battles, central lands fell into enemy hands for a long time.

Rumor had it that inner conflicts among the Youyin Invaders gave the Song Dynasty a chance to recover some territory, but their troubles weren’t over.

The return of another great territory—the Great Wilderness—and its union with the powerful northern tribes gave rise to the Golden Khanate, which eventually overran the northern lands.

Now, even the southern region of Jiangnan was on the brink.

“From what I know, the Tang Imperial Court currently controls three divine martial weapons: the World-Stabilizing Saber, the Mountain-River Sword, and the Dangkou Golden Halberd,” Jiasheng said.

Harijger shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. One or two weapons won’t change the tide. Still, I hope that one day, all our warriors can wield weapons they truly resonate with.”

“You have great foresight, Khan.”

Master Jiasheng recalled some rumors from the Song Realm.

As the Golden Khanate continued to gain ground, they absorbed vast populations, materials, and forging techniques, while the Lone Eagle Khanate was slowly showing interest as well.

Not surprising—relations among the Four Great Khanates had never been harmonious.

During his journey to the Song Realm, Jiasheng had heard that the Blue Wolf Khanate and White Deer Khanate had just ended a bloody conflict and were licking their wounds.

Without that, Harijger likely wouldn’t have felt so confident bringing his elite troops into the Tang Realm.

Harijger turned to Bomu Ge. “Among the Tang warriors you encountered earlier, did you see anyone suspicious?”

Bomu Ge frowned slightly. “I can’t say for sure...”

“You saw someone during the battle at Yinshi?” Harijger pressed.

“I think so. But I need to confirm.”

“Alright. Where’s Xurigan and the others now?”

“They and Ulan Qiqige headed west. I’ll join them first. That person can wait until later.”

Harijger gave a quiet hum of assent. But then his gaze suddenly locked on the distant Xuanyan Temple Gate.

Master Jiasheng followed his eyes. “Are they going to abandon this position? Or… are they heading to rendezvous with the Tang Empress, who’s personally leading her forces north?”

Harijger’s expression didn’t change. “Good. I’ll go greet her myself. You two go on. Support Datun Baril and Daoist Zhao You’an. Let’s take the east and west quickly, then head south to complete the encirclement.”

Both Bomu Ge and Master Jiasheng acknowledged the order and went off in different directions.

Their forces—body-refining warriors, martial combat experts, and swift cavalry cultivators—followed accordingly.

Since Zhao You’an was in the west, Jiasheng chose to head east and assist Datun Baril.

Bomu Ge, on the other hand, remained silent and moved west.

But just as the two departed, the Sky Eagle, Hohchagai, above Harijger’s head let out a sharp, piercing cry.

Harijger’s eyes flickered. “They’ve arrived?”

In the distance, over Xuanyan Temple’s mountain gate, light burst forth.

The glow painted the sky a majestic purple-gold—not the aura of Buddha, but the sovereign might of an emperor.

Harijger stared quietly at the mountain peak as a woman appeared—Empress Zhang Wantong.

She wore no dragon robe, no ceremonial crown, just simple clothing. Yet her regal presence remained undiminished.

Her eyes were deep and clear as they met Harijger’s gaze across the vast distance, observing the Sky Eagles, the mighty beasts on the ground, the warriors, and the man atop the Bear King.

For a brief moment, the two seemed to look directly into each other’s souls.

Harijger said nothing. He slowly raised one hand.

At that signal, the heavy cavalry under his command shouted in unison.

Their roars burned hot with blood and spirit, shaking the clouds above.

The giant beasts they rode also let out deafening howls.

An invisible force harmonized their cries into an eerie unity.

At the same time, the Snow Kingdom Bear King—who had looked drained and sluggish—suddenly lifted his head.

A savage gleam flared in his lone eye, and a wave of violent, demonic energy erupted.

The Sky Eagle above let out a cry so sharp it felt like it could pierce hearts.

With Harijger on its back, the Bear King began to charge forward—like a moving mountain heading for the Xuanyan Temple Gate.

His speed escalated rapidly until it felt like an unstoppable avalanche.

Around him, the heavy cavalry riders formed up with the nine eagle-feather banners, advancing together as a terrifying tidal wave of destruction.

A wild, primal, and oppressive aura surged toward the mountain.

High-level martial cultivators, with their overwhelming physiques and spatial perception, could move with shocking force and speed, almost warping space.

The cavalry martial path took this to the extreme, especially those who merged their strength with that of their beasts.

Heavy cavalry gave up some speed for raw power and defense—but now, even they seemed to blur across the battlefield, as if the entire army were teleporting.

This overwhelming force stormed toward Xuanyan Temple, leaving chaos and devastation in its wake.

The mountains and rivers seemed like a twisted painting on the verge of being torn apart.

Empress Zhang Wantong calmly watched the monstrous tide approach.

But she didn’t move.

Instead, she offered a formal bow—to the magnificent landscape before her.

Suddenly, centered around the current Tang Empress, a surge of white light began to gather.

Halige’er, the Lone Eagle Khan who was charging at the front lines, narrowed his eyes and looked closely.

He saw countless dots of white light spreading in all directions, as if countless mirrors had appeared in the air—too many to count.

With Halige’er’s sharp vision, he could see that each of those glowing mirrors reflected the image of a book or scroll.

Only, the number of these light mirrors was far too large.

And they weren’t just clustered here—they were everywhere, near and far.

Above Halige’er’s head, in the sky, the Celestial Eagle Huhe Chagai let out a series of sharp cries.

Across the heavens above, there were also countless light mirrors twinkling like stars.

Using the Celestial Eagle’s sight, Halige’er could tell that the range of these mirrors extended far beyond expectations.

This wasn’t just a hundred or even a thousand li in radius.

The sparkling points of light were now covering the entire territory of Yunzhou.

Elsewhere, two groups of elite foreign cultivators had split off and gone in opposite directions—one led by the Martial Saint Bomu Ge, the other by Master Jiasheng of the Vajra Division. They too, along with their entourages, stared in shock at the sudden flood of glowing points around them.

Bomu Ge and Master Jiasheng, both at the Ninth Heaven Realm, were instantly on alert.

With a jolt of instinct, they both turned back at the same time, looking toward the recently departed mountain gate of Xuanyan Temple.

Something was off.

Was this... the handiwork of Empress Zhang Wantong?

Just as Bomu Ge and Master Jiasheng were debating whether to press on east and west to escape the area, or turn back and assist the Lone Eagle Khan Halige’er, someone else had already made the decision for them.

Under the immense canopy of white light, the land of Yunzhou trembled as one.

The earth veins stirred restlessly, as if a horde of dragons were turning in their sleep.

National fate and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth intertwined at that moment.

The mirrors of white light faded into brilliance and disappeared.

The white radiance expanded, connecting into a seamless whole.

The light blanketed all of Yunzhou, and amidst the surging spiritual energy, a new, strange landscape emerged.

It was as though a miniature yet complete version of the Tang Empire’s mountains and rivers had descended upon Yunzhou.

Within this world, neither the foreign elites nor even Master Jiasheng of the Vajra Division could hide their astonishment.

As far as Master Jiasheng knew, historical instances of emperors harnessing national fate and dragon veins had resulted in powerful manifestations, but never with such grand spectacle.

Zhang Wantong was indeed steeped in Confucian learning.

With this display, she had undoubtedly reached the Perfection Stage of the Ninth Heaven Realm.

But even the Great Scholars who had perfected the Five Canons couldn’t project their national domain over such a vast void.

Zhang Wantong... a surge of unease welled up in Master Jiasheng’s heart.

The Vajra Division had assessed Empress Zhang Wantong’s strength multiple times.

After meeting Halige’er, Jiasheng had largely put his worries to rest.

But now, his composure wavered.

As a high-ranking monk who had attained the Dharma Body at the Ninth Heaven Realm, he steadied his mind and tried to break through the white light encasing Yunzhou.

He couldn’t.

He stood there blankly for a moment, then made a decisive turn and headed back to find Halige’er.

Though it meant facing Empress Zhang Wantong directly, splitting their forces now would only weaken them.

At this point, they had no choice but to go all in.

Bomu Ge, who had gone east, also led his troops in retreat.

From outside, the white light looked like a grand painting of mountains and rivers, shrouding Yunzhou. Faintly visible above was the majestic figure of a true dragon coiling through the air.

The true dragon soared across the sky, completely obscuring the heavens above.

Even Huhe Chagai, famed as the Celestial Eagle, was unable to fly upward through it.

Outside of Yunzhou, some Tang cultivators who had retreated in time turned back to look and were equally dumbfounded.

“The enemy leader and their main force have all fallen into Her Majesty’s trap,”

Chu Yu appeared at that moment, her expression calm as she addressed the anxious crowd. “There’s no need for panic. For now, assist His Highness Prince Zhao in clearing out the remaining enemy forces beyond Yunzhou.”

Fang Huansheng, the senior scholar of the Fang Family of Jingxiang, calmed his heart and attuned his senses to the white light landscape before him.

It felt like a realm of void, an isolated world separate from the mortal one—untouchable from either side.

No one inside could leave, and no one outside could enter.

“Her Majesty has taken the field herself. The enemy leader’s head is sure to fall. Let us obey the imperial decree,” Fang Huansheng withdrew his gaze and spoke with serenity.

The rest slowly collected themselves. “We obey the imperial decree.”

Though they spoke calmly, the sight of that vast, near-real white light landscape still left them shaken.

Imperial Capital, Luoyang.

With the Empress leading the army in person, the court was left hollow. The Crown Prince had been tasked with acting as regent.

Grand Marshal Shangguan Yunbo of the Divine Strategy Army had returned to Luoyang to reinforce the capital.

However, most of his focus was spent patrolling the city.

All state affairs now flowed directly to the Eastern Palace.

Recently, the entire Tang Empire had been in turmoil, and Luoyang especially could feel the tremors.

No news was needed—it was clear that Her Majesty had already begun battle on the front lines.

Crown Prince Zhang Hui ordered immediate reports from the north about the war’s progress.

Later, he received a group of officials.

Once they were dismissed, Zhang Hui made his way to the rear hall.

Several people were already waiting. Upon his arrival, they all stood to greet him.

“Please, Uncle, Aunt, no need for formalities.” Zhang Hui returned the bow to an elderly man in royal robes and a noblewoman in palace attire, then nodded toward the remaining young Eastern Palace officials. “Everyone, take a seat.”

The man was Zhang Yang, titled Prince of Chenshan, one of the most senior figures in the Zhang Imperial Clan.

The woman was Zhang Qiongrong, once a commandery princess and now titled Grand Princess of Dongping, peer to both the late Emperor Zhang Qilong and the reigning Empress Zhang Wantong.

Standing beside her was Shangguan Zhengqing, her nephew. At the Crown Prince’s word, he, along with Chu Fu and Ye Song, also took their seats.

Among them was a calm, scholarly young man—Fang Zhu, a rising leader from the core of the Fang Family of Jingxiang.

“Yin Mountain has fallen. All of Hedong is now under threat,”

Prince Zhang Yang said slowly. “Though Her Majesty has taken the field herself, the foreign forces are cunning and swift. If they scatter and attack, the empire could fall into danger. We must remain vigilant.”

“You are absolutely right, Uncle,” Zhang Hui replied.

Grand Princess Zhang Qiongrong spoke gently but with sharper words: “The Vajra Division in the west has rebelled. The eastern seabed of Penglai is in turmoil too. The court is stretched thin.”

Zhang Hui answered, “Both east and west have the Real Persons of Tianshi Mansion, as well as the elders of the Ye and Chu Clans. I believe they can hold the line.”

Zhang Qiongrong said calmly, “But the disasters in Vajra and Penglai were sparked by none other than Tianshi Mansion’s Tang and Xu. If not for them, the empire could have focused on the north. The defeat at Yin Mountain might have been avoided. Even Prince Dongyuan might have survived.”

Zhang Hui said, “It is indeed tragic that Elder Zhang of Shushan has fallen.”

Shangguan Zhengqing sighed. “Never mind Qingzhou, Suzhou, or the Daoist sects like Pure Yang Palace and Tianshi Mansion—if not for years of wasted time and effort in court, the situation today could have been very different.”

This time, Zhang Hui didn’t respond.

Zhengqing was voicing Qiongrong’s criticisms—aimed squarely at the Empress’s long-standing policy of favoring commoners and sidelining the aristocracy.

The establishment of academies seemed trivial, but behind them were policies that had long caused tension, especially given their ties to powerful Confucian clans.

Beneath the calm surface of the military, undercurrents swirled.

Large numbers of common-born youths had joined the Divine Strategy Army, shaking the foundations of the aristocracy and even the imperial clan.

“Her Majesty’s desire to gather talents from across the land is noble. Over time, good governance will yield results,” Prince Zhang Yang said slowly.

But Zhang Qiongrong countered, “Her Majesty has ruled for nearly forty years—long for mortals, but still short for cultivators.

Much national treasure and spiritual materials have been spent, yet the return remains minimal. Few have risen to prominence, and the numbers are still too low.

Had those resources been invested where there was already a foundation, forty years would have made a clear difference.

Now that the heavens and realms shift, and even other mortal worlds appear, we face a time of great upheaval. The Tang Empire must build strength if we are to weather the storm.

But now? We are stretched thin, swaying in the wind and rain!

If the empire falls, how will we face our ancestors—the Great Ancestor, the Grand Ancestor, the High Emperor, and all the emperors before?”

Zhang Hui didn’t agree, but he also didn’t interrupt.

To Zhang Yang and Zhang Qiongrong, that silence was already a response.

Fang Zhu, Chu Fu, and Ye Song remained quiet, merely observing.

They exchanged a glance with Shangguan Zhengqing and nodded slightly.

Today was the first time the imperial clan had spoken so bluntly in front of them.

That too was a statement.

“Now is the time for unity,”

Zhang Hui finally spoke. “Her Majesty leads the charge. The court must remain stable. Let there be no distractions from the front. The foreign invaders threaten all sides—resistance is our top priority.”

As he finished, an urgent report from the front arrived.

Zhang Hui read it in silence.

Then he passed it around.

The hall fell silent.

The message detailed changes in Yunzhou.

Ye Song and Chu Fu exchanged a look.

Fang Zhu, who had remained quiet until now, finally spoke: “This is why Uncle Nine and the elders of Cangzhou, Qingzhou, and Suzhou never gather in one place.”

Ye Song and Chu Fu said nothing.

To be honest, they had underestimated the Empress—assuming her strength only held sway within Luoyang.

Now, Grand Princess Zhang Qiongrong had calmed: “In cultivation, Her Majesty surpasses even the late Emperor. But her policies… remain questionable.

She’s just like Tang Zhenren of the Tianshi Mansion—reckless and misguided.

Their missteps drove the Vajra Division to rebellion, turning a key ally into a threat.

A single move lost us an arm.”

Prince Zhang Yang said, “Zhenren Tang may have erred, but she relinquished her post to Xuanxiaozi of Mount Longhu and chose to serve as a guardian. That integrity deserves recognition.”

Zhang Qiongrong nodded faintly.

Fang Zhu looked to Zhang Hui.

This was the core of today’s meeting.

Ye Song then murmured, “Her Majesty governs with absolute authority. Her thoughts are likely not the same as Tang Zhenren’s.”

He paused, looking toward Zhang Yang, Zhang Qiongrong, and Shangguan Zhengqing: “…Otherwise, she wouldn’t have started cultivating a new faction.”

Prince Zhang Yang looked directly at Zhang Hui. “In the end, this Tang Empire still bears the surname Zhang.”

Zhang Hui repeated, “Our top priority is repelling the foreign invaders.”

Everyone responded in unison, “Your Highness is absolutely right.”

The Lone Eagle Khanate and the Vajra Division were strong foes.

Though the Battle of Yunzhou had begun unexpectedly, its outcome would decide many things going forward.

Lei Jun stood at the border between Yunzhou and Jinzhou, gazing at the white landscape of light before him, his expression tinged with surprise.

He had expected Empress Zhang Wantong to be powerful, but even so, this was beyond what he had imagined.

With his current cultivation level, insight, and comprehension, Lei Jun could tell that what allowed her to cover such an immense range wasn’t just the support of national fate and the land’s spiritual veins—it also stemmed from her own unique mastery.

Watching it unfold… it reminded him somewhat of Meng Shaojie’s historical domain technique. But her cultivation and divine abilities far exceeded Meng Shaojie’s current level.

She had a Confucian foundation.

But this scene here? Frankly, it was a cage match.

According to available intel, not many Tang cultivators were caught inside—only a small group who didn’t make it out in time.

But the Lone Eagle Khanate had brought in a large force.

There was Halige’er, a Ninth Heaven cultivator with a perfected Human Immortal body.

Master Jiasheng, a Ninth Heaven Dharma Body monk.

Bomu Ge, a Ninth Heaven Martial Saint.

And not just them—the Celestial Eagle and the Snow Bear King were both powerful demon beasts.

All their elite heavy cavalry, light cavalry, body refiners, and combat cultivators were trapped inside.

Her Majesty had indeed remained silent until now—only to stun the world when she finally acted.

Lei Jun hadn’t interacted much with the Empress before, but based on his impression, he didn’t believe she had set this up just to sacrifice herself and delay the enemy.

She was already a perfected Ninth Heaven cultivator and bore the spiritual flow of the Tang Empire’s land and mountains.

Which meant… this battlefield—

Lei Jun slightly shook his head. He didn’t attempt to interfere with the landscape of white light from the outside.

But neither did he leave.

Because, up to now, one key figure had yet to appear.

The Vajra Division Commander, Jialuotu.

A Buddhist cultivator just one step away from achieving the full Buddha Body, at the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven Dharma Body realm—he was in a completely different league from Master Jiasheng.

If anyone from outside could shatter the balance of this battlefield, it would be him.

If he wasn’t coming here… then where was he?

Lei Jun stood still, eyes fixed to the west, silently deep in thought.