# Chapter 1709: Assembling the Generals
"Woo woo..."
A desolate horn sounded, ringing in a corner of the universe. On a barbaric star, a youth dressed in animal skins, walking through the mountains, opened his eyes, gazed into the distance, and murmured softly to himself, "After so many years, to still hear the war horn sound is truly no small feat."
Then, he set down the prey on his shoulder, walked toward a thatched hut in the distance, took out a black hard bow, picked up a stone staff, and vanished from the spot!
"Thump," "Thump"...
Muffled drumbeats rumbled, shaking the four extremes of heaven and earth and the eight desolate regions of the universe once more. The Heavenly Emperor's General-Summoning Drum was being beaten, its sound like wild bulls galloping, stamping the earth, rumbling thunderously, deafening to the ears.
This sound was too vast. It had been suppressed by the horn for a moment, but immediately erupted again with great force, like crashing waves pounding the shore, the entire universe resonating.
"This won't do. This is the Heavenly Emperor's summons. Our ancestors have sworn oaths, the curse imprinted into the blood of their descendants. If we don't go to battle, calamity will descend."
Voices of dissent arose from various places, all shocked. Ten thousand ages had passed, yet the ancient vows were sounding once more.
In the ancestral land of the Great Strength Ox Demon Clan, the divine statue enshrined high above shook violently, emitting ten thousand zhang of light, like a heavenly god enraged. Several old oxen resisted with all their might.
Their blood was burning, like sharp swords cutting through withered wood, their very beings on the verge of dissolution. An ancient voice echoed within the ancestral land: "Obey your oath, spirit and soul shall not disperse. Hear my summons, fight for survival..."
This was like a demonic curse, transmitted from the distant past. Its tone was ancient and desolate, terrifying and astonishing, causing one's blood to boil. If obeyed, the strong would grow stronger, erupting with ten thousand zhang of light.
If resisted, one's entire body would bathe in calamitous flames, suffering the great tribulation of inner demons, enduring unbearable pain.
This upheaval occurred throughout the universe. The divine blood vows made by the ancient ancestors of various clans to the Heavenly Emperor remained undissipated, engraved into their blood, binding even their descendants.
This result shook people's hearts. Many great clans changed color, gathering in their ancestral lands to discuss countermeasures and struggle against it.
What to do? This was a choice many powerful clans had to face.
The ancient Heavenly Emperor's drum sounded in this era. Would the former war ministries obey or not? This was a difficult decision. If there were a choice, no one would willingly be drawn into a bloody war.
"Woo woo..."
The Emperor Venerable's horn sounded desolate, its penetrating power even stronger, suppressing the Heavenly Emperor's drumbeats, alleviating the crisis for many great clans, making them feel much better.
Many powerful figures rushed toward the direction of the Emperor Venerable's horn, using it to resist the Heavenly Emperor's drum.
"A decision must be made! There can be no delay!"
One was the Emperor Venerable's horn, the other was the Heavenly Emperor's war drum, sounding simultaneously. The various clans had to decide quickly; they could delay no longer.
"Obey the summons of the Immortal Emperor and go to battle!"
"Kill! Enter the cosmic battlefield! For the oaths of our ancestors, for the promises of protection we once made, we march to war, heading toward the heavenly path!"
After struggling and deliberating, many great clans set out, rushing toward the direction of the heavenly drum's sound, obeying the summons, preparing for the most terrifying and brutal battle.
Teams of powerful figures streaked across the starry sky, flying toward the star region where the Phoenix Nest was located. In the end, the figures were dense, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
This was a torrent, converging together. Star gates continuously opened, turning this place into an ocean of powerful figures. Before the battle had even truly begun, the atmosphere was already suppressed to the extreme.
The enormous Phoenix Nest was as red as blood, built from Phoenix wood, spanning across the universe. A beautiful, enchanting woman stood atop it, guarded by several divine generals. Her peerless elegance and cold, clear voice resounded throughout the area.
"The glory of the Immortal Emperor is eternal, imperishable through the ages. Yet now someone tramples it underfoot. What is to be done? Naturally, we fight to the end, guarding the Emperor's dignity!"
"Fight!"
Below, a tidal wave of endless roars erupted. This region of the universe trembled, spreading to the distance. Countless star domains and innumerable living beings all shuddered.
Countless powerful figures roared, their voices merging like thunderclaps exploding, shaking heaven and earth, the entire universe rumbling!
At this moment, the Immortal Empress on the blood-colored Phoenix Nest began personally beating the drum, assembling the generals. Her figure was graceful, slender and beautiful, her snow-white arms like lotus roots as she earnestly struck the drum, possessing a special divine charm.
The drumbeats were muffled, like a rolling ocean tearing through the sky, sweeping upward, spreading to the eight desolate regions of the universe. In the end, it was like a million-strong army slaughtering, roaring across heaven and earth.
This rhythm was terrifying. It caused all the powerful figures nearby to have their divine souls shine, their hot blood surging, their veins bulging, eager to fight immediately!
And at this moment, the reactions from all directions in the universe were even greater. Summoned by the war drum, assaulted by the divine sound, all trembled, following in resonance. Any powerful clan that had sworn heart demon oaths could hardly bear it. If they didn't come, they might head toward self-destruction.
"For the Immortal Emperor, fight! Spill blood beyond the domain, cleave through the azure sky, fight!"
Like a flood surging, powerful figures from all directions couldn't help but roar wildly. Another group of extraordinary figures set out on the journey in droves, unable to hold back any longer.
The Immortal Emperor had been regarded by many great clans throughout the universe as the supreme god, omnipotent, sitting high above the nine heavens. Now they all emerged. In the ancient past, those who revered him were truly too numerous.
On a desolate star, a white-haired old man in coarse linen clothes was farming. He let out a long sigh, put down his tools, walked toward a nearby stone stockade, led out a lame horse, mounted it, and a ray of dawn light burst forth from his spot. The old man and the sick horse vanished together.
Not long after, he appeared among the great army near the blood-colored Phoenix Nest, very inconspicuous. His murky eyes carried nostalgia, bearing the marks of bygone days as he looked toward the graceful figure atop the Phoenix Nest. His expression was somewhat complex.
The Immortal Empress seemed to sense something, suddenly turning her head. But there was only empty space there, no shadow, and those nearby had no particular reaction either.
"Woo woo..."
The Emperor Venerable's war horn was like a great wind passing through, like a hero's roar, sobbing and sounding. It had a ruggedness, a grandeur, as if an ancient heavenly god were summoning heroes, walking from the end of the ancient, vast earth, carrying a barbaric aura.
The horn sound grew louder, naturally offsetting the war drumbeats of this region of the universe. Many people swarmed over, heading toward here, seeking refuge.
Moreover, many ancient war ministries gathered because of the horn. These were the divine general tribes of the former Heavenly Court, awakened. Many were excited.
"The Emperor Venerable's radiance, his invincible glory, even after ten thousand ages, cannot be defiled. No one may provoke it. The Immortal Emperor, this sinner, must be held accountable!"
Someone roared indignantly, unwillingly shouting, wanting to fight to the death, sweep away the humiliations of the past, and let the Heavenly Court shine with brilliant splendor once more.
"Rumble..."
Thousands upon thousands of troops galloped. The powerful figures converging here were certainly no fewer than those gathered near the Phoenix Nest. Barbarian cavalry roared, iron armor clanked, war halberds gleamed coldly. A million lions formed an alliance.
Among them, a youth dressed in animal skins, carrying a black hard bow on his back and holding a stone staff, stood in the sea of people. His eyes were clear and bright as he looked at the war horn being blown by the Old God. His expression was somewhat strange, lost in memories.
Ten thousand ages turned to emptiness. How many times had human smoke scattered? Separated by endless years, the Immortal Emperor's General-Summoning Drum sounded, the Emperor Venerable's war horn wailed, shaking the starry sky, throwing the entire world into chaos.
All places boiled over. Many great clans set out on the journey, going to participate in the battle!
Before the Heavenly Court, Ye Fan, Black Emperor, Pang Bo, and others all sighed with emotion. The influence of the two former supreme beings was too great. With the drum sounding and the horn blowing, they surpassed many current inheritances. Their potential followers were truly too vast. After such a long time, they could still assemble generals!
What was true foundation? This was it. With a single command, even after millions of years had passed, followers still came like clouds, war ministries filled the sky, and the universe moved for them.
"When will our Heavenly Court be like this? Raise an arm and shout, and the world dares not disobey!" Pang Bo said.
"No time to think about that now. This matter has exceeded our expectations. We must prepare for the worst. Black Emperor, stay by Little Nannan's side, not half a step apart. Guard this place together with her!" Ye Fan reminded.
This battle was unavoidable. War would inevitably erupt!
Time flashed brilliantly, as if crossing thousands of years in an instant. War had arrived. The mobilization order resounded throughout the universe. Killing intent filled the sky.
On a divine island, Ye Fan stood together with the Woodcutter Old Man. Behind them was an endless army. In another direction were the people of the Divine Organization. The Old God was still blowing the horn, summoning the descendants of the ancient Heavenly Court's remaining forces scattered throughout the world.
"There is no choice. Today, there must be a battle!"
"In the past, the Immortal Emperor betrayed the Emperor Venerable, ambushing him in secret, causing the ancient Heavenly Court's entire sect's ascension to fail. He is the sinner of ten thousand ages, to be condemned by the entire world!"
"Time has sealed it away. Ten thousand ages have passed. The Immortal Emperor's lineage still refuses to give up. They delusionally hope to stir up conflict again. In this life, there will be no compromise, no avoidance of battle. Though the ancient Heavenly Court collapsed, its war souls have not dissipated. We will fight to the death, to settle the karma of past and present lives!"
Many people roared. The Old God was especially impassioned, his white beard and hair flying, his body trembling as he shouted, about to begin the great war.
Void collapsed. Row after row of star gates appeared. All the war ships, iron cavalry, and so on were mobilized, advancing forward!
"Bathed in the blood of gods, stepping on the bones of demons, let us fight the most glorious battle!" The crowd before the Phoenix Nest also roared. The Immortal Empress's words were resolute, boosting morale.
Because at this moment, star gates connected here. The great war had arrived, unavoidable. An endless army had attacked.
Hum!
An entire island flew out. Ye Fan and the Woodcutter Old Man stood atop it, looking down in all directions. Their powerful auras were undisguised, surging outward.
With a whoosh, the people on the island vanished, charging toward the Phoenix Nest. Both Ye Fan and the Woodcutter Old Man released powerful energy, pressuring the Heavenly Emperor's forces.
"We meet again, but this time you are nothing!" Divine General Kun Tian charged forward, meeting the attack toward Ye Fan, killing intent endless on his face. His aura was many times more intense than not long ago, powerful to an abnormal degree. Everyone's hearts jumped.
"Be careful. He must have consumed the remnants of a Nine-Turn Immortal Pill. The medicinal power has dissolved, healing his injuries and possibly allowing him to reappear his true combat power from before the ancient times!"
Quasi-Emperor Shan Huang warned. He was an old rooster who had attained the Dao, once accidentally entering a collapsed immortal mansion and consuming such a thing. He was most sensitive to this kind of aura.
Everyone's hearts jumped. The Phoenix Nest contained remnants of the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill. This was truly heaven-defying!
"In the ancient times, when our Eight Divine Generals emerged, who could stop us? We even killed a Quasi-Emperor on the ninth heaven about to attain the Dao. What is a sixth heaven cultivator like you?" Kun Tian roared. Divine power surged within him like an ocean. He charged furiously. Having almost been killed by Ye Fan last time, he regarded it as the greatest humiliation of his life.
"Here and now, I will take your head!" Ye Fan had only this one sentence.
The great decisive battle had arrived!
I want to adjust my daily schedule and sleep early. But sleeping this early today feels a bit strange. I'll write more. Three chapters today. (To be continued)