Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 1811 - The Frostsoul Sea

Yan Lingxian said, “You all should know that my Group of Celestial Maiden Halls has the weakest protective formation among the top ten sects. It’s at the edge of grade eight. Even if you give us another thirty million troops, I feel the formation’s inferiority will drag everyone down. So I’ve made the preparations for packing up. We’re rather far from Fushen Valley, so if the Divine Sun Palace turns toward us, we’ll retreat like the rest of the second-rate sects and head to the Myriaddragon Mountains.”

Although they were between the Voidword Shrine and the Dreamless Celestial Nation, they weren’t too far from the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect’s domain, either. It would greatly strengthen the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect once they entered the Myriaddragon Mountains. Plus, the two sects had a friendship that went back generations.

The decision was definitely very difficult for Yan Lingxian, as they were the ninth-ranked sect in the end. The first-rate sects were the face of the Myriad Solar Sects. They all had a much older history than the second-rate sects as well, so their lands had many more cultivators and inheritances. However, she had chosen to make the sacrifice today. It was clear that things were very awkward for them, trapped as they were between the Voidword Shrine and Dreamless Celestial Nation. If they were surrounded, they would become a burden on the Myriad Solar Sects.

The worst case scenario would be becoming hostages.

In comparison, the Empyrean Sword Sect, Shenwu Dynasty, and Frostsoul Imperium had much better geographical locations and protective formations.

As members of the older generation of the Myriad Solar Sects, Yan Lingxian and the Saintdragon Emperor had talked about this possibility before.

“I agree with Yan Lingxian,” the Saintdragon Emperor said in a low voice.

“Yes, if the opponent really takes us as a soft target, we’ll immediately move to the Myriaddragon Mountains. It doesn’t matter where we are, the possibility of rebuilding our home will always exist as long as we’re alive. All of the second-, third-, and fourth-rate sects can do it, and so can we. Our ladies are all the free and easy type.” Yan Lingxian laughed, obviously much more at ease now that she had let it out.

Indeed, free and easy was an apt description for Yan Nuxia.

“You have my respect, Senior Yan! It’s our Myriad Solar Sects’ blessing to have you and the Saintdragon Emperor around,” the Northdipper Swordsage said with admiration. If it were him, he wouldn’t be able to abandon the Empyrean Sword Sect.

“When you’re older, you understand how to let go. This will also let the young ones fearlessly fight without worrying about their backyard,” Yan Lingxian said.

Now, only Fushen Valley and the Frostsoul Imperium were left.

The Frostsoul Imperium’s formation was a good counter for the race of fire totemancers, and the depths of the Frostsoul Sea it was located in was a place of extreme cold. It would be even harder to attack than the Myriaddragon Mountains. Hence, the Frost Empress said, “While you’re en route to Fushen Valley, leave twenty million people with us. I’m confident of holding on then even if the Divine Sun Palace heads my way.”

“Alright.”

The problem was settled! Forty million to the Fushen Clan and twenty million to the Frostsoul Imperium. The Fushen Clan would now have forty million troops, plus the ten million elites they already had. They also had three hundred million gods and their Nonacrypt Fushen Formation. It was enough for the Fushen Clan to be hard to swallow for the Divine Sun Palace.

It was a critical value. Ten million more and the Divine Sun Palace might not dare come. And even if they did, the Frostsoul Imperium had the confidence to hold on.

The Group of Celestial Maiden Halls would retreat as soon as they were targeted. That was the most comprehensive plan they could come up with.

“Our formations can’t move, unlike the Divine Sun Palace. The Myriad Solar Sects can only passively take attacks, while the sun emperor can choose who to attack.”

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Tianming followed the plan to drop off twenty million cultivators from the third- and fourth-rate sects at the depths of the Frostsoul Sea. As he entered the sea, he could see the area was indeed dangerous. If the Frostsoul Imperium chose to hide, the world below would immediately plunge into complete darkness. Anyone not in an astralship would immediately suffer the intense water pressure and biting chill. The ocean currents carried a lot of frost-type nova source. Those who weren’t strong enough would die on contact, and the protective formation could also manipulate the seawater, which reminded Tianming of the Southsky Sect’s protective formation back in the Grand-Orient Realm. The formation back then had created a massive water sphere, surprising him. And the Frostsoul Imperium’s formation was clearly a million times more complex than that.

“We’ll be fine now, even if the emperor enters the sea with his Divine Palace Army. Or in other words, even if over a hundred million fire totemancers come, we wouldn’t be afraid if they don’t have the Divine Sun Palace. This is our territory, and we’re the masters of the Frostsoul Sea.” The Frost Empress was full of confidence as she spoke, as well as icy killing intent.

“Then I can relax and support the Fushen Clan with my all.” Tianming felt himself relax as he gazed into the dark sea, despite the fact that he had lost twenty million troops. “This united Myriad Solar Sects is impregnable.” He was feeling emotional. No one had begrudged him and the other alliance leaders their arrangements. The united myriad sects was a clear improvement from before.

“Tianming, who do you think the sun emperor’s real target is?” the Frost Empress asked.

Tianming considered it. “He’ll soon get the information that the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb dropped off twenty million, and he’ll either go for the Fushen Clan or Group of Celestial Maiden Halls, not here.”

All of his Yin Chens in the Frostsoul Sea would be frozen.

“Then… help them. Don’t lose!” The Frost Empress inhaled.

“Understood!” Tianming confidently grinned, then entered the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb.

Before the tomb moved off, Tianming asked Yin Chen the Divine Sun Palace’s current flight path.

“The Fushen Clan!”

Fushen Valley would be the next battlefield.

“Let’s kill!” The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb broke through the cold waves, bursting out of the sea like a giant beast as it shot into the clouds, seawater dripping down like rain.

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