Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 359: Lei Jun's Moving Great Wall

West of the Great River, in the region of Guanlong, the siege on the Pure Yang Palace had been lifted.

Not only that, but right now, Tang Xiaotang was chasing a few Vajra Division monks like rabbits across the Guanlong region, driving them into frantic retreat.

The current Tang National Preceptor was not who she used to be—her ability to track people had improved tremendously.

Even monks of the Eighth Heaven Realm from the Vajra Division, like Master Dongda, Master Xire, Master Wanglang, and the others, now had no chance if they tried to flee at the first sign of danger. In fact, even if they caught wind of her in advance and attempted to escape, it would still be incredibly difficult once she set her sights on them.

Their only saving grace had been bringing out the Vajra Division’s treasured artifact—the Five-Cobalt Vajra Pestle—which barely gave them a sliver of hope to flee.

Right now, Tang Xiaotang had her eyes locked on Master Dongda, who was trying to escape with the Five-Cobalt Vajra Pestle.

But here came the issue: despite being driven into such a desperate state, none of them retreated to the gates of the Vajra Monastery or returned to Sumeru. It looked like they were deliberately stalling.

As for the Vajra Division Commander Jialuotu, he had yet to show himself—still completely off the radar.

Lei Jun speculated that either the other side was also waiting—for news about Empress Zhang Wantong, Eldest Senior Sister Xu Yuanzhen of the Tianshi Mansion, and about Tang Xiaotang and himself—or Jialuotu was secretly planning something.

Master Dongda and the others might be bait, drawing Tang Xiaotang in. Or they could just be a distraction to tie her down.

Lei Jun slightly frowned, his figure cloaked under the Supreme Purity Eight Sceneries Treasure Mantle, seemingly merging with the world itself.

Above his head, high in the sky, the Grand Celestial Mirror spun slowly, surveying the lands in every direction.

While monitoring the extremely prominent White Radiant Land in Yunzhou, Lei Jun was also observing other locations.

He soon reached the banks of the Great River.

The White Radiant Land itself was currently stable.

But throughout the Tang territory, the spiritual veins were in constant turmoil, indicating that a fierce battle was underway inside the White Radiant Land over Yunzhou.

Under the scanning light of the Grand Celestial Mirror, Lei Jun observed intense combat along the riverbank as well, between powerful foreign warriors and Tang cultivators.

Both sides were gradually receiving word about the developments in Yunzhou.

The Tang cultivators, their morale greatly boosted, immediately began to turn the tables and launch counterattacks.

Yet the foreign warriors were far from shaken.

They had absolute confidence in their Khan’s strength.

Though the Han emperors of this mortal realm displayed techniques beyond expectations, the foreigners believed there was nothing their Lone Eagle Khan Hariger couldn’t handle.

Even though the Lone Eagle Khanate hadn’t directly clashed with the Great Song Dynasty—where they originally rose to power—they had heard enough to form a judgment.

Yes, the imperial dragon qi of the Han emperors was extraordinary.

But Hariger himself was more extraordinary still.

What’s more, alongside the Khan stood not only the Divine Eagle Hohachage, but also Master Jiasheng and Tribe Chief Bomu Ge of the Sunset Tribe, both Ninth Heaven powerhouses. Plus, the Khan’s newly-subdued Demon Bear was also a being on par with Ninth Heaven human cultivators.

With such a force, it should be the Han people who were worried.

The foreign warriors were certain: the Tang Emperor was just desperately trying to delay the Khan’s southward advance.

After their initial surprise, they quickly regained their composure and cruelty. Unshaken and fearless, they charged back at the counterattacking Tang cultivators.

On both the eastern and western fronts of Yunzhou, the battles were even fiercer than before.

As Lei Jun’s Grand Celestial Mirror swept across the western front, familiar faces came into view.

The most eye-catching was still a Daoist in a blue-black robe, with long whiskers and a lean, handsome face.

A Ninth Heaven Great Ascension Realm Daoist Sage.

His cultivation path reminded Lei Jun of a prior acquaintance from Three Spring Palace, Guo Licheng.

Based on earlier intel, Lei Jun quickly connected the dots: this was most likely Sect Master Zhao You’an of Three Spring Palace.

With the highest cultivation level on the western front, Sect Master Zhao naturally drew a lot of attention.

In contrast, the elusive Xiao Xueting, often disappearing without a trace and only occasionally appearing like a comet streaking across the sky, had a much more fleeting presence.

She was hard to track down.

But the moment she appeared, her brilliance would outshine Zhao You’an.

With the Mountain and River Sword in hand, she posed an enormous threat to low- and mid-tier enemies, and even to same-realm opponents from the foreign forces and the disciples of Three Spring Palace.

Just one casual swing of her sword, and her enemies could be brushing shoulders with death.

Even the powerful Zhao You’an, a full Ninth Heaven cultivator, was forced to attack from a disadvantage and resort to chasing after Xiao Xueting like he was running a marathon.

Thankfully, his cultivation was higher, and his physical strength and life essence were exceptional—he was also a master from the Daoist Alchemical Sect.

Without those advantages, he wouldn’t even be able to keep up with Xiao Xueting’s tempo.

At a glance, it looked like this almighty Daoist was being toyed with by an Eighth Heaven junior.

But neither Lei Jun, observing from afar, nor Xiao Xueting herself thought the fight was anywhere near settled.

Zhao You’an was calm and composed, neither anxious nor angry.

Sure, he looked a little ragged, but he kept going. It was still unclear who would emerge victorious.

Why? Because when it came to stamina, Xiao Xueting wasn’t even a match for him among equals—let alone when he had the advantage in cultivation.

That’s why she never let her guard down.

She couldn’t just go on a killing spree against other foreign warriors or Three Spring Palace disciples. Instead, she kept adjusting her pace and distance, maintaining just the right space between herself and Zhao You’an.

The two rarely clashed head-on, but were caught in a strange dance of mutual restraint and balance.

Zhao You’an also had no time to attack other Tang cultivators or cast divine soul techniques like Nascent Soul or Yang Spirit projections to intimidate the area.

Lei Jun’s Grand Celestial Mirror shifted again.

On the other side, a clash unfolded that mirrored the one between Xiao Xueting and Zhao You’an.

A foreign Eighth Heaven martial cultivator, Xurigan, faced off against a Daoist Alchemical Sect cultivator, Yue Xiling, who was also in the Eighth Heaven but at the Infant Transformation Realm.

Xurigan’s entire body burned with heat and vitality, like a blazing sun, fully living up to the “Blazing Sun” nickname for martial cultivators of the Eighth Heaven.

The Body Refinement Path had its own stages:

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Lower Three Heavens: Blood Surge, Bone Tempering, Blood Replacement

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Middle Three Heavens: Core Formation, Fueling the Blood, Furnace Body

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Upper Three Heavens: Rising Sun, Blazing Sun, Martial Saint

The Seventh Heaven—Rising Sun—granted strength so dense that one could tear through short distances of space.

Similar to “Vision of the True God” among combat-type martial cultivators of the Seventh Heaven, where they shattered illusions to see the true form of divine intent.

Intent is everything in martial cultivation.

While weapon-based cultivators trained sword, blade, and axe intent, body cultivators internalized it—concentrated like a blazing midday sun, turning their bodies into ultimate weapons.

Their willpower was just as refined and indestructible.

Which made Yue Xiling’s spiritual techniques almost useless against someone like Xurigan.

Yet Yue Xiling didn’t engage him head-on. Instead, he wielded the dual arts of the Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise from the Pure Yang Palace—sometimes solid in defense, sometimes elusive and unpredictable.

At critical moments, he even unleashed the full might of his Infant Transformation Pill Body, staying steady and unshaken.

Even Xurigan’s earth-splitting punches and mountain-cracking kicks couldn’t break through Yue Xiling’s defense.

Xurigan tried to break away and target other Tang cultivators.

In response, Yue Xiling transformed into the Vermilion Bird, wings ablaze, raining fire down as he chased Xurigan—who now had to divide attention between dodging and defense.

And the scene only intensified from there…

Xurigan couldn’t afford to completely ignore Yue Xiling behind him.

The moment he tried to launch a counterattack, Yue Xiling’s solid foundation came into play—his transitions were smooth and seamless, shifting instantly from Vermilion Bird back to Black Tortoise form.

Their positions shifted constantly, each watching the other like hawks while also staying alert for incoming sneak attacks from all directions.

Yue Xiling remained calm and composed, focusing first on holding his ground and seeking to remain invincible.

In the distance, Prince of Changshan, Zhang Junhai, was dominating his opponent.

The prince wielded a sword, just like Xiao Xueting—a martial cultivator of the Eighth Heaven Weapon Combat Path.

His swordplay wasn’t like the Confucian sword cultivators whose sword qi surged in every direction, nor was it like the Daoist Artifact Refining cultivators who controlled flying swords at will.

Zhang Junhai’s sword had neither light nor qi.

Only a tiny, barely noticeable glint at the sword’s tip, dancing along the edge of the blade.

Yet that single point of sharpness was enough to make opponents of the same realm avoid him like the plague.

For martial cultivators of the Eighth Heaven, the realm focused on refining one’s martial intent.

Zhang Junhai had honed his sword intent, and though it wasn’t flashy, it was concentrated entirely at the sword’s tip.

Just that single point held killing power beyond compare.

And his opponent? A woman clad in monk robes, draped in sheer silk.

She was Princess Consort Yangjin, from the Lotus Division of Sumeru.

The Lotus Division, one of the five great divisions of the Vajra Realm, symbolized the pure bodhi heart innate to all beings—rising unstained from the mud of the six paths of reincarnation, like a lotus blossom.

Practitioners of the Buddhist Mudra Lineage were known for their well-rounded abilities—they adapted easily to different enemies and environments, with no clear weaknesses, cultivating both mind and body.

But against an extreme specialist like a martial cultivator, being well-rounded became a disadvantage. Especially once they got close.

Worse still, although all five divisions of the Vajra Realm practiced the same lineage, Princess Consort Yangjin’s Lotus Division emphasized mental cultivation and perception, unlike the Vajra Division, whose monks had far more aggressive offense and defense.

And unfortunately, Zhang Junhai’s mental resistance was so strong it practically nullified spiritual attacks from cultivators in the same realm.

Which meant Princess Consort Yangjin was completely suppressed.

Lei Jun, observing through his Grand Celestial Mirror, could see her figure still graceful and composed.

As she moved, Buddha’s light shimmered faintly around her, forming the illusion of a Buddhist stupa in the surrounding space.

In some ways, it resembled the Daoist Talismanic Sect, though the core principles differed.

Talismanic Daoists channeled the resonance between man and nature.

Buddhist Mudra practitioners projected divine power from the depths of their own hearts.

Princess Consort Yangjin was in the third tier of the Eighth Heaven, known as the Embodied Mudra Realm, which included sub-stages like the Wheel-Form, Manifestation, Gathered, and finally the perfected Whole-Body Mudra.

Lei Jun had faced elders like Master Yushu and Master Zongcuo, who were also at this stage, so he knew how dangerous it could be.

At this level, even without making specific mudras, Mudra Lineage monks possessed countless mystical abilities.

If they did form hand signs, the power would intensify even further.

At the Wheel-Form stage, monks could already project such influence.

By the Manifestation Mudra, their stamina and resilience multiplied.

And by the Gathered Mudra stage—where Princess Consort Yangjin now stood—they could manifest the Buddhist stupa battlefield, interfere with reality on a mental level, and influence opponents without a trace.

But against martial cultivators, its effectiveness was drastically reduced.

Zhang Junhai struck relentlessly at her vital points.

Her face, radiant with a saintly yet seductive glow, could sway the hearts of mortals—but had no effect on a hardened warrior like Zhang Junhai. He treated it as nothing.

All she could do was focus with everything she had, using the Binding Seal Mudra to anticipate Zhang’s moves, the Great Vajra Wheel Seal to boost her body’s agility, and the Wisdom Fist Seal to distort space around her.

She also relied heavily on her stupa field to support herself and barely dodge his attacks.

Even so, as the fight dragged on, she was in increasing danger.

Only thanks to stray arrows from other foreign rider-warriors sniping from afar did she manage to catch a few moments to breathe.

At this point, Princess Consort Yangjin could no longer worry about the Buddhist-Daoist divide—she wanted to move closer to Zhao You’an of the Three Spring Palace for protection.

But seeing the brutal, unpredictable onslaught coming from Xiao Xueting, who was even more ferocious than Zhang Junhai, she dared not get anywhere near that battlefield—instead, she had to keep her distance.

Although battles were raging across the map, none were turning against the Tang Dynasty for now.

Lei Jun calmly shifted his Grand Celestial Mirror, sweeping it over to another region.

This time, he spotted members of his own Tianshi Mansion.

The first face he saw was none other than his own top disciple—the only direct disciple currently recognized by the present Tianshi of the Mansion: Zhuo Huajie.

That little bear, clad in a deep red Daoist robe, looked calm and composed, locked in battle with a foreign martial cultivator of the Sixth Heaven Body Refinement Path.

But in this fight, Zhuo Huajie had taken the offensive, using his raw physical strength to overwhelm the enemy. His sheer power drew astonished looks from everyone around.

…Wait, who the h*ll is the martial artist here again?

Oh right, he's a mountain pi.

Hold up… a mountain pi?

In that instant, several foreign warriors’ eyes lit up with strange excitement.

Though they shared a clan with the one Zhuo had just flattened, they weren’t allies.

They were all practitioners of the Mount Combat Riding Path, whose core doctrine was to pair up with the perfect beast mount and integrate its abilities into their combat style.

The rider-warriors who focused on mobility stayed back for now, but the heavy cavalry warriors began trying to shake off their opponents and charge straight toward Zhuo Huajie.

Zhuo, for his part, remained utterly calm.

He didn’t take human form—everyone in the Tang Daoist world already knew that.

No one at the Tianshi Mansion had forced him to join the battle—not Lei Jun, not Yuan Mobai, not Chu Kun.

He had volunteered himself to go north and temper his skills.

By now, the Tang Dynasty had plenty of intel on the Lone Eagle Khanate’s Rider-Combat Cultivation, and Zhuo had studied it well.

Still, he stepped forward of his own accord.

He saw it as a trial of both strength and spirit.

As Lei Jun’s personal disciple, even enemies of the Tianshi Mansion who disliked his master wouldn’t go so far as to attack Zhuo’s race or background. At worst, they’d just try to kill him.

But the Khanate was different.

They made no effort to hide their intent—they wanted to capture him alive.

That malice was practically overflowing.

Yet Zhuo Huajie didn’t get angry. He stayed calm, ready to meet the oncoming assault.

“Is that a mountain pi? Damn, that’s rare in our lands. I’ve only heard stories… guess I got lucky today!”

As the wind howled, a massive Azure Dragon Windhowler Beast rushed in, carrying a burly foreign man who laughed wildly:

“Back off, all of you—he’s mine!”

The others looked reluctant.

“Nominggerile, you’re a rider. That mountain pi is built for heavy cavalry.”

Nominggerile, the foreign rider-warrior, rolled his eyes and cackled:

“I like him. Besides, even if I don’t train him myself, I can gift him to the chieftain.”

He shouted, “Quit yapping! Back off!”

Laughing loudly, he charged in on his mount.

Zhuo Huajie had already been performing the Big Dipper Steps, and after prolonged combat, he was glowing with power under the starlight.

He stepped forward—his movement not slower than any cultivator of the same realm.

But Nominggerile was a Seventh Heaven Rider Cultivator, and his Windhowler Beast was extraordinary.

The two of them combined made for terrifying speed, sticking close to Zhuo like a shadow.

At the same time, the beast raised a massive claw—or hoof?—and stomped down like a mountain, aiming to crush him.

Zhuo Huajie’s eyes remained calm.

But then, his body shook violently!

In that instant, his robe, scarf, and all other garments vanished.

His small frame—already more muscular than average—exploded in size, rising like a building from the earth.

And Nominggerile instantly realized something was very, very wrong…

A colossal beast—far larger than any ordinary giant elephant—suddenly appeared beneath the Azure Dragon Windhowler. It grabbed the dragon-horse hybrid's several-zhang-long body in one swift motion and slammed it to the ground!

The sheer force of its overwhelming blood and energy sent shockwaves through the air, leaving cultivators from both the Great Tang and the Lone Eagle Khanate utterly stunned.

Normingerile's face turned dark. A flash of cold light flickered in his hand.

As a mounted warrior on the mobile cavalry path, he synergized perfectly with the Azure Dragon Windhowler. He could strike from a distance using wind arrows fired from his hunting bow, or go in close for blade combat.

A flash of his blade, cold and sharp like the moon, sliced through the air.

Zhuo Huajie, now fully revealed in his true form, remained calm and composed. Even after landing a clean hit, he didn’t get greedy. Facing a powerful Seventh-Heaven opponent, he didn’t engage head-on.

Despite his mountain-like bulk, Zhuo Huajie moved with surprising agility and ease. His retreat was so light it could be described as floating—his massive body darted away at high speed.

With that retreat, he not only dodged Normingerile's counterattack but also swung his massive bear paw backward, sending a mid-Heaven foreign martial artist attempting to sneak up on him flying through the air.

Normingerile’s face sank as he pulled the Azure Dragon Windhowler up from the ground.

The beast let out a continuous howl, glaring menacingly at Zhuo Huajie’s true form, but its aura had clearly weakened.

“You’ve got quite the body. I can’t capture you alive.” Normingerile swung back onto the Azure Dragon Windhowler.

Under his command, the beast’s momentum and ferocity surged back. It roared as it charged toward Zhuo Huajie. “It’s a shame to kill you, but I’ve got no choice...”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before a chill ran down his spine—he sensed danger.

Wind whooshed from behind!

Without a second’s hesitation, Normingerile synced with the Azure Dragon Windhowler. The beast veered sharply, accelerating forward while simultaneously dodging to the side.

A star-glimmering fist grazed past him—just barely missing.

Cold sweat beaded on Normingerile’s forehead.

If he hadn’t been a martial artist with a honed sense for danger, and if the Azure Dragon Windhowler hadn’t been so quick, that strike would’ve left him in critical condition.

“Third Uncle!” Zhuo Huajie called out, his hulking body beginning to shrink, gradually returning to his regular form.

A towering Doumu Star God Apparition manifested before him.

It was none other than his Martial Uncle, Chu Kun.

“Be more careful,” Chu Kun said, eyes still locked on Normingerile. His footwork was as steady as a galloping steed, punches coming one after another, giving his opponent no chance to turn and counterattack.

Seeing this, Normingerile urged the Azure Dragon Windhowler to full speed, finally widening the gap between himself and Chu Kun.

He sheathed his blade and drew his bow, loosing wind arrows toward Chu Kun as he retreated.

This martial expert of the foreign cavalry had dropped his earlier arrogance, now relying on long-range attacks to harass Chu Kun and keep his distance.

But Chu Kun didn’t press the chase.

Instead, a strange mist began to rise around him.

At first, Normingerile thought it was just a method to obscure his figure from arrow attacks.

But soon he realized—something was off.

It wasn’t just around Chu Kun.

A massive area was now shrouded in that strange mist, blurring the sight of everyone inside and out.

“This fog... it's like it was refined from some kind of spirit item,” Lei Jun observed with great interest.

Junior Brother Chu Kun was someone who rarely showed off, yet was always hiding real strength.

Today’s display, clearly, was still only the tip of the iceberg.

Within the mist, talismans spun around Chu Kun like a sea of stars.

Unlike the standard Doumu Star God Apparition, which usually had twinkling starlight around it, Chu Kun’s version was different.

Each star, each talisman, was larger and brighter.

The constellation talismans he created in the Lower Heavens had evolved into the Star River Talismans in the Middle Heavens.

Now that he had stepped into the Upper Heavens, they had undergone another transformation.

He called it the Doumu Star Sea Talisman.

And in the next instant, the starry sea erupted like a tidal wave.

Countless talismans, each representing immense power, detonated in a dazzling burst.

Within the mist, all those stars exploded into radiant light, forming a sea of brilliance that surged toward Normingerile.

Both he and the Azure Dragon Windhowler were illuminated by the oncoming light—then swallowed by it.

The beast ran at full speed trying to escape, but the scope of Chu Kun’s Doumu Star Sea Talisman was too vast. No matter how fast they fled, they couldn’t escape.

The light engulfed everything. The mist churned wildly but remained dense to outside observers.

Just as Chu Kun finished off Normingerile and was about to catch his breath, a new figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Just as he had ambushed Normingerile earlier, now another Seventh-Heaven foreign martial artist on the body-refinement path had crept up behind him—and launched a savage punch at the back of his head!

This foe was stunned by the Doumu Star Sea Talisman, but not afraid.

Years of war under the Khan had hardened him.

He wasn’t like Normingerile. His path was pure body refinement, and close combat was his strength.

By now, most of Chu Kun’s talismans had been depleted. Only a few remained, barely fending off the sneak attack.

This time, it was Chu Kun trying to widen the gap.

But the opponent stuck to him relentlessly.

Eventually, the foreign fighter succeeded—smashing through the talisman barrier.

Only to be met—not by Chu Kun—but by a gleaming star dragon.

It was Chu Kun’s life-bound spell: the Star River Twin Spirits Talisman.

The Star Sea Dragon roared as it lunged.

The enemy dodged just in time.

But before he could recover, a second threat loomed behind him.

He instinctively raised his hand, barely blocking a savage blow from Chu Kun’s Doumu Star God Apparition.

Before he could catch his breath, a Galactic Tiger—the second spirit born of the Twin Spirits—slammed into him.

The dragon, having missed earlier, followed up and pounced again.

Chu Kun joined the assault, punching relentlessly.

Assailed from both front and back, the enemy bled profusely and was soon overwhelmed by the luminous dragon and tiger.

Within the fog, unspeakable carnage unfolded—silent and terrifying...

“Uncle?” Zhuo Huajie called out.

High Priest Elder Chu Chongguang of the Tianshi Mansion stood in the mist, a spirit crystal dangling from his mouth. He waved casually to his nephew.

Zhuo Huajie hurried over and helped him out of the mist.

Chu Kun dismissed the strange fog. Zhuo Huajie looked into the distance. “Uncle, it’s Senior Sister Zhang.”

Chu Kun looked too.

In that direction, Elder Zhang Jingzhen of the Tianshi Mansion and Princess Zhang Ziyin, daughter of Prince of Changshan Zhang Junhai, were fighting side-by-side while retreating.

Their opponent? Another woman, but absolutely domineering.

A towering Yellow Dragon Windhowler carried Ulan Qiqige, the young chief of the Mangha Tribe of the Lone Eagle Khanate, who advanced like an unstoppable avalanche.

Though not one of the Khanate’s top tribes, Ulan Qiqige herself had already reached the Eighth-Heaven Realm at a young age and was considered a rising star.

As a heavy cavalry rider, she had traded speed for immense offensive and defensive strength.

But even so, against Seventh-Heaven cultivators Zhang Jingzhen and Zhang Ziyin, she still had a speed advantage—making evasion difficult.

Her overwhelming strength left them barely any room to fight back.

Still, they had to engage her, to protect their fellow disciples and members of the Changshan Royal Court.

“What a headache,” muttered Chu Kun, spitting out the depleted crystal.

Then both he and Zhuo Huajie froze.

Because a voice echoed in their ears:

“Not a problem.”

Then they saw a tall Daoist youth suddenly appear between Zhang Jingzhen, Zhang Ziyin, and Ulan Qiqige.

He wore a Nine-Colored Radiant Robe, and a Primordial Crown rested on his head.

Zhang Jingzhen and Zhang Ziyin immediately relaxed. “Tianshi!”

Ulan Qiqige froze: “...The one who killed Mihan, Zhuo Le, and Mu Duojie?!”

She felt a flicker of fear—but seeing the Daoist’s calm, almost lazy demeanor only inflamed her rage.

You smug bull-noser—you’re underestimating me!

Under her command, the Yellow Dragon Windhowler didn’t slow down. It charged straight at Lei Jun like a moving mountain.

Lei Jun stood with hands behind his back, his attention elsewhere.

High above, the Grand Celestial Mirror turned slowly.

In the depths of his pupils, the Celestial Ground-Through Talisman flowed ceaselessly.

No sign of the Vajra Division Commander in Yunzhou to the east.

Nothing from Guanzhong to the west either.

Are they planning an ambush? Or still undecided?

From Lei Jun’s perspective, the decisive battle was unfolding here in Yunzhou.

But the commander might have another agenda.

If that’s the case... let’s shake the grass and see what snakes come out.

As he pondered, his mana surged.

Two talismans floated at his sides—Heavenly Thunder Talismanic Canon and Mysterious Firmament Five Thunder Talisman, one purple, one black.

A blazing Yang Thunder Dragon and a shadowy Yin Thunder Dragon emerged together.

Around them, countless purple-black lightning serpents danced wildly.

The twin dragons intertwined, coiling endlessly.

As the lightning serpents layered on, the lightning itself seemed to solidify—becoming dense and massive.

Under Lei Jun’s control, the opposing forces of yin and yang combined into a towering fortress, over ten zhang tall, brimming with terrifying power.

It pulsed with lightning, an electric citadel that shook the earth.

Then...

Ulan Qiqige and her mount crashed right into it!

Like two mountains colliding.

Purple and black arcs of lightning exploded in every direction.

But the fortress stood unmoved.

The Yellow Dragon Windhowler roared, its flesh charred and bones cracked by relentless thunderfire.

Ulan Qiqige’s body trembled violently.

Gritting her teeth, she raised her massive spear and stabbed the fortress wall.

Sparks flew, electric serpents lashed, stones shattered.

No one could question the might of an Eighth-Heaven martial expert.

But before she could strike again...

The wall moved.

Not crumbling.

But surging forward!

Ulan Qiqige stared in disbelief as the very fortress they had just slammed into now pushed back against them!

Caught off guard, she and her beast were smashed violently, blood and broken bones flying.

The immense wall didn’t stop, bulldozing the dragon-horse’s bulk across the battlefield.

The beast tried to resist, but thunderfire burned deep, tearing through flesh and snapping bone.

Ulan Qiqige tried to leap away—but purple and black lightning intertwined above her, bolts raining down until she was scorched black.

“Left side... and right!” Zhang Ziyin suddenly shouted.

Zhang Jingzhen’s gaze had already shifted.

Far off, Zhuo Huajie held his breath.

He saw his master standing atop the yin-yang lightning fortress.

On either side, thunder dragons coiled outward, their heads and tails stretching to both flanks.

As the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and Mysterious Firmament Celestial Lightning continued building, the fortress expanded into a moving Great Wall.

Lei Jun gestured, summoning Nine Abyss True Flame, lifting Chu Kun, Zhuo Huajie, Zhang Jingzhen, Zhang Ziyin, and others onto the wall.

More Great Tang cultivators were lifted up as well.

Thunder swept forward, pushing away Lone Eagle Khanate warriors who couldn’t react in time.

Not just the enemies—even the Tang cultivators were momentarily stunned, before their morale surged.

The foreign cultivators finally came to their senses, scrambling to flee or take flight.

Lei Jun remained calm and nodded to Chu Kun and Zhang Jingzhen.

Both said, “Willing to follow the Sect Master and sweep away all evil.”

They formed hand seals, sending bolts of lightning and flame soaring into the sky to strike down retreating foes.

The other Tang cultivators on the wall echoed, “Willing to follow the Tianshi and cleanse the wicked!”

Confucian archers, Daoist talisman masters, artifact refiners—all unleashed long-range attacks.

Streaks of light filled the skies, raining down on the fleeing enemy.

Some foreign cavalry returned fire.

Those below the Upper Heavens had their arrows fried midair by electric serpents.

Even those in the Upper Heavens saw their attacks deflected by lightning nets.

The Tang cultivators on the wall now had a safe platform to unleash their full strength.

The Lone Eagle Khanate warriors could only retreat, dodge, and get battered.

“Willing to follow the Tianshi and sweep away all evil!”

With the lightning wall advancing and suppressive fire raining down, the Tang cavalry burst from the flanks, encircling and tearing through the already-collapsing enemy.

Above, the Grand Celestial Mirror's view pointed downward.

A thick streak of purple and black surged north along the riverbanks, bulldozing straight through the enemy lines.