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The autumn wind swept across the land, stirring the grasses and trees.
Around the so-called "Borrowed Mountain," there had once been several small villages, but now they were all deserted.
The autumn sky was high and clear, a perfect expanse of blue. Only atop Borrowed Mountain, thick white clouds drifted.
“Rumble rumble…”
The wind that had once gently blown across the earth suddenly quickened; the previously swaying grasses abruptly bowed their heads, trees bent low, their branches rustling violently as leaves were torn away by the gusts.
Above, the sound of war drums began to beat again.
The Daoist sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak stood up.
Among the white clouds in the sky, figures still gathered. Almost all famous divine officials and heavenly generals, mainly from the War Division Star Officials and the Fire Division’s main gods. If counted carefully, many of these names might well be recorded in history, and the others likely carried some renown in this world as well. If these gods descended to the mortal realm, even among demons and ghosts, they would be enough to scare off many.
Standing atop the clouds was naturally the Ancient God of Heavenly Bell.
Some heavenly general was beating the war drums with a deafening roar; just hearing the sound alone was overwhelming, making the blood inside one’s body boil.
“Swoosh!”
A killing intent that seemed almost tangible surged forward like a tangible force, causing even the pine trees to shed needles.
The Daoist raised his head to meet their gaze.
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