The Heavenly River.
A flash of ferocity crossed Marshal Tianpeng’s eyes.
"You mongrel. Since you dared to crawl out of your shell to pursue Deity Ascension, you’ve already picked out your own grave."
"Everyone, follow me!"
As his roar echoed, one hundred thousand water soldiers of the Heavenly River were deployed. Like a plague of locusts, they swarmed toward the South Heavenly Gate, preparing to tear open a rift in space to reach the Green Star in the Mortal Realm.
At the same time, Marshal Tianyou, Marshal Yisheng, and the Great Emperor Zhenwu were leading their own respective forces toward the South Heavenly Gate.
Beyond them, the Four Heavenly Kings—Dhrtarastra of the East, Virudhaka of the South, Virupaksa of the West, and Vaisravana of the North—also took up their weapons and set off.
Trailing them, a multitude of other deities—including the Ten Du, Nine Luminaries, Eight Extremes, Seven Primes, and Six Directors—marched forth. The scale of this mobilization was vast, far more formidable than the force that had been assembled off the coast of Daxia.
When these images were broadcast across the Celestial Continent, the inhabitants were whipped into a frenzy, their blood pumping with excitement.
What they loved most was watching the Heavenly Court's armies deploy to apprehend fugitives. That grand display of heavenly might filled them with pride, as if they, too, had become the masters of the Heavens and Myriad Realms.
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Ling Chen could neither hear nor see the mockery…
Chapter 259