235: Chapter 235 The War Begins!

Minghe received the order from True Body Gu Yan; his Battle Intent was surging, his fighting spirit high.

Since the day True Body Gu Yan spoke of fully developing The Great Alliance, he had been as excited as if he had taken an Immortal Pill.

All those words from the past about just wanting to quietly be a Grand Elder of the Azure Wave Sect and waste away his days were all lies.

If he wasted his days, how could he show off in front of others?

A life without showing off is truly boring.

Therefore, from that day on, Minghe operated in the shadows, gathering all the Human Race forces in the Spirit Realm and uniting them into one, naming it the Great Alliance of the Heavens and Universe.

How did he unify them?

It was simple: he paved the way with his fists.

Who is Minghe? He is the evil body Incarnation of True Body Gu Yan, inheriting seventy percent of his strength as an Immortal King.

Those who did not listen or refused to join were sent to Reincarnation to have their memories of this life wiped away.

If they could be reborn in the Spirit Realm in their next life, they could continue their fate then.

Of course, it didn't matter if they didn't join.

Even so, when Minghe first established The Great Alliance in the Spirit Realm and designated the Azure Wave Sect as its leader, Sect Master Wu Changan and all the Disciples were terrified.

They knew their own strength well.

But the Grand Elder had declared: "The Sect I protect must sit in this leading chair."

The entire Azure Wave Sect could only bite the bullet and take the seat.

At the same time, within the Sect, everyone was also inexplicably shocked by Minghe's strength.

Those old guys who had experienced the battle of the Demon Blade Sect and were lucky enough to survive still remembered.

Back then, Minghe was just brought into the Azure Wave Sect from a Mortal world.

How weak he was back then, and now he is unfathomable.

But these old guys were very smart; they never made a fuss about anything, but instead felt fortunate that the Azure Wave Sect had produced someone like Minghe.

To use their private words: "The ancestral grave is smoking with good fortune."

Back to the main topic.

The Western Wasteland and the Southern Border were occupied by the Yao Race's Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor, the Nine Nether Dark Python.

The Northern Plains were occupied by the invading Demon Race from the Demon Realm.

Behind both of them were the shadows of Immortal Kings from the Immortal Realm.

Minghe previously did not want to make a big fuss because he had other plans.

After all, a game at the level of an Immortal King affects the whole body with a single pull; rashly flipping the table might not be the best policy.

Now that True Body Gu Yan has given the order for total great unity, it is time to start fighting immediately!

In the past, countless forces exhausted all means but failed to unify the Spirit Realm; today, I, Minghe, will accomplish this!

Minghe immediately issued an order, summoning the leaders of all parties in The Great Alliance to begin a discussion.

In less than half a day, the various forces arrived at the Azure Wave Sect in the Eastern Continent.

Such as the Eastern Continent's Tianyan Dao Sect, Taixu Sword Sect, Wanxiang Dharma Gate... the Middle Earth's Wuji Sacred Palace, and so on...

Every major Sect with an Old Ancestor of the Tribulation Crossing Realm sent people.

The Sect Masters and Elders of each Sect gathered together, standing solemnly.

These people looked at Minghe with full respect and admiration.

After all, those who did not respect him were already dead.

Minghe sat high in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and he said indifferently: "The Yao and Demon Races in the Western Wasteland, Southern Border, and Northern Plains are poisoning living beings and bullying our Human Race."

"I have decided that the entire Great Alliance will go to war to clear out the four directions and return a bright and clear world to the Spirit Realm."

Upon these words, the whole room fell silent.

Some showed hesitation, but no one dared to speak out in opposition.

Minghe didn't say much more, just waiting for everyone to digest the news.

He knew in his heart: with his strength, sweeping through the three regions alone was not a difficult task.

With a flip of his hand, he could make that Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor and the Demon Race leaders vanish into ashes.

Let alone those at the Tribulation Crossing Peak, even those at the Human Immortal level were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs in front of his seventy percent Immortal King strength.

However, since The Great Alliance was established, it was not his alone.

If he did everything for them, and everyone in the Alliance just sat back and enjoyed the fruits of his labor, how could there be cohesion in the long run? How could there be any sense of belonging and responsibility toward The Great Alliance?

The effort that should be exerted must be exerted. The blood that should be shed must be shed.

He was the main force holding the line, the final trump card, ensuring everyone survived and the battle situation did not collapse.

As for charging into battle and capturing cities, the various Sects and factions should take the lead.

Furthermore, although he, Minghe, loved to show off, he also understood that showing off alone was not as satisfying as bringing a group of people to show off together.

At that moment, the Sect Masters of each Sect accepted the order and discussed the specific strategies.

The Tianyan Dao Sect was responsible for the Western Wasteland front, with the Taixu Sword Sect and Wanxiang Dharma Gate assisting.

The Wuji Sacred Palace led the Middle Earth Sects north to face the Demon Race in the Northern Plains directly.

The remaining major Sects marched their troops to the Southern Border to clear out the remnants of the Yao Race.

Provisions, Magical Artifacts, and Medicinal Pills were allocated proportionally by each Sect.

Marching routes, camping locations, and enemy intelligence reports were all assigned properly.

The entire Human Race force began to operate like a precise war machine.

In the major Sect strongholds of the Eastern Continent and Middle Earth, elite Disciples were fully prepared and ready to go.

Flying ships rose into the air, spiritual light filled the sky, and Sword Qi soared into the heavens.

In places where Mortals lived, Cultivators also set up protective formations to prevent the flames of war from spreading.

The entire Human Race of the Spirit Realm had never been so united.

Three days later, the army set out.

Minghe stood on a high platform, overlooking the heroes.

Beneath him, the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix, Ice Phoenix Bing Chen, revealed its true form.

Don't look at this guy usually shrinking into a chubby bird, looking silly and cute, wandering around the Azure Wave Sect mountain Peaks all day.

Being fed by the female Disciples of the Sect, it was truly a mascot.

Its true form, however, was majestic, with wings that blotted out the sky and sun.

No matter what, it was a Tribulation Crossing Peak Ice Phoenix; placed anywhere in the Spirit Realm, it was a great Yao that could walk sideways.

Minghe leaped onto Ice Phoenix Bing Chen's back and marched out with the vast army.

At this moment, Ice Phoenix Bing Chen was filled with relief in its heart.

It was glad that it had recognized Minghe as its master back then.

At that time, it only felt that this master was unfathomable, and following him meant not having to suffer the torture of the peeking heaven mark.

But it was far more than that; only now did it truly realize.

The mysterious powerhouse who had once hidden in the Eastern Continent and made countless great experts of the Spirit Realm fear him was none other than its current master, Minghe.

Thinking of this, Ice Phoenix Bing Chen raised its head and let out a long cry, the sound shaking the nine heavens.

With a spread of its wings, cold winds whistled.

The army set out.

The flying ships formed arrays, Sword light fell like rain, and they marched forward majestically in three directions.

Minghe stood on Ice Phoenix Bing Chen's back, overlooking the mountains and rivers below, calculating in his heart.

He would personally deal with the Peak combatants such as the Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor of the Western Wasteland and the Great Peng Demon King.

As for those Yao generals, he would leave them to the Old Ancestors of the Tribulation Crossing Realm of each Sect to practice with.

If they couldn't even take down these kinds of characters, then they were truly too useless.