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"You’re right, timing is everything. As his elders, his right arm, our most important task is to buy him time to grow!" Long Wanying\'s gaze grew fiery. Between the sun emperor and her was a long-standing blood feud. She had lost too much; even Yang Ce was gone. The only thing left in her life was revenge. From this moment on, no one could stop her from supporting Tianming. She would do everything to protect him, even if it meant sacrificing her life.

Everyone’s gazes were extremely hot. A fiery storm was sweeping across the sun. The phrases “decabane Li Tianming” and “seven million dead” were like two sharp swords thrust into the hearts of the celestial orderians, and the raging fire that ignited the Myriad Solar Sects. After having been humiliated and hunted for two years, they finally saw a light at the end of the tunnel. And now the light shone bright, like a new sun.

"Let’s head to the Myriaddragon Mountains!"

"The sun emperor will try to kill him to avoid future complications. Alone, we’re weak, but together we’re strong. We must protect him."

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There were more than nine thousand third- and fourth-rate sects. After their defensive formations had been destroyed and their sects occupied, many people were homeless, becoming aimless vagabonds who hid wherever they could. Swallowed by the darkness, they lacked direction in their lives and were forced to bury their hatred deep inside. At that moment, countless people flocked toward the southern region of the sun. The brilliant young man in their hearts would soon reach the Myriaddragon Mountains.

In their minds, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect that had stood strong for millions of years was the true number one sect on the myriad sect ranking. How could the Dreamless Celestial Nation or Voidword Shrine compare?

"Go, let\'s die!" Hearts fearless, they set out to fulfill their hopes. The elders had sacrificed themselves so that the younger generation could live with dignity. Otherwise, who would be willing to embark on a journey toward death?

…...

When the Saintdragon Emperor received the transmission stone from Long Wanying, his heart fiercely pounded. One glance was all it had taken for him to read the words. Despite his dry throat, he proceeded to read aloud, word by word. Tears slid down his cheeks like hot wax on a candle, soaking his beard. He had aged over the past two years, as made evident by the deep wrinkles on his face.

"Look, look at this...." He was incoherent as he handed the note over to the other dragon imperials. Afraid that, once damaged, it would all become a fantasy and float away, the Saintdragon Emperor handled the note with caution. Upon reading it, the others broke out in hearty laughter and tears. They felt like they had finally seen the light of day after being trapped in a coffin. Like fools, they couldn’t stop laughing and crying.

The Xuanyuan Dragon Sect hadn’t suffered further casualties after the battle in the Myriaddragon Mountains. Because the celestial orderians had shifted their target, attacking the third- and fourth-rate sects, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect—as the head of the Myriad Solar Sects—could only be led by the nose. Relying on their numerical advantage, the celestial orderians had blocked them from interfering. In truth, they were merely pretending to attack the third- and fourth-rate sects, while their main goal was to intercept and kill Xuanyuan Dragon Sect cultivators. This would also create a gap between the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect and the rest. Without support, these sects would despair, losing hope in the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect and even feeling resentful. Although the approach was despicable, it worked.

On its own, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect was no opponent for the celestial orderians. The third- and fourth-rate sects were the foundation of the Myriad Solar Sects. Without their support, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect was just a castle in the air and there was nothing they could do. If they sent reinforcements, they would perish. But if they didn’t, the third- and fourth-rate sects would be destroyed. By allowing the celestial orderians to set up camp in their territories, Blueblood Starocean and the wargodeans had stabbed them in the back. How were they to stop an enemy who had mounted a joint attack both within and without the sects?

Leaving the sect meant certain death. Although Blueblood Starocean and the wargodeans were merely two of the top ten sects on the myriad sect ranking, they were each powerful and both of them possessed strategic geographical locations. As long as the Myriad Solar Sects and celestial orderians were at war, Blueblood Starocean and the wargodeans would continue stabbing them in the back, which would eventually be fatal. With all those predicaments, the Myriad Solar Sects would sink into a slow death. As the celestial orderians slowly hacked away at them, the endless torment made each day a waking nightmare. However, it was always darkest before dawn and a young man had brought hope to the Myriad Solar Sects.

"Notify the entire sect! Gather everyone and come with me. We’ll wait for their return!" Upon regaining his senses, the Saintdragon Emperor’s eyes lit up and his demeanor drastically changed; he was back to his former heroic self. His thoughts were the same as Long Wanying’s. Even if he were to die, he would support Tianming. Although he was too old to be a hero, he was clear about his own destiny.

"Yes!"

"Notify the entire sect! Everyone must be there!"

"Yes!"

The Myriaddragon Mountains lit up like a firecracker. At the Saintdragon Emperor’s command, the dragon imperials left the hall and soared into the sky as the roaring of dragons filled the air. In a short period of time, a sea of people had flooded the area. At least two billion people crowded up the sky. Among them, the thirty million warriors of the Ninedragon Army were the strongest force. Part of the reserve army, the dragon beastmasters who had contributed in the battle of the Myriaddragon Mountains had also returned due to suppression by the celestial orderians. There were seven hundred million new additions—various dragon beastmasters from all over the world—as well as four hundred million cultivators from the Myriad Solar Sects. Most of them were members of third- and fourth-rate sects who had fled there after losing their homes to the celestial orderians. Not only had the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect taken them in, they’d also shared cultivation resources so they could settle down in the Myriaddragon Mountains. And there were still more people seeking shelter.

Tianming was bringing tens of millions of Azurecloud cultivators back to the Myriaddragon Mountains. They would feel right at home in the presence of others who had also been forced to leave their native lands.

"Is everyone here? I have something important to announce!" the Saintdragon Emperor’s excited voice swept across the mountains.