678: Chapter 678 Northern Region Submission

But regardless—

When Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya's gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, everyone subconsciously quieted down.

This gaze was too heavy.

It was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of everyone speaking, making it hard for them to breathe.

The rules of Yuyao Pass have always been simple and crude—Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya's words are the rules.

This is not some law written on paper, but an iron rule forged with three thousand years of blood and fire.

In this pass, you can disobey anyone, but you must obey Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya.

Because with three thousand years of holding his ground, three thousand years of blood and tears, and three thousand years of loneliness and sacrifice, he has earned everyone's respect.

And at this moment, something even more unexpected to the original powers and garrison soldiers of Yuyao Pass happened.

In the crowd, one figure moved first.

This was an old man with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, slightly high cheekbones, and a pair of eyes as deep as if they held the starry sky.

He wore a Daoist robe embroidered with star patterns, and the patterns on the robe faintly shimmered with light, as if they were truly revolving through the heavens.

The Qi around him was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, unfathomable. With every step he took, the ground beneath his feet would ripple with visible rings—this was the manifestation of True Essence overflowing to the extreme!

Someone recognized him and gasped: "Old Ancestor Xuantian?! The Supreme Sect Master of the Northern Region's Xuantian Sect?! He is actually here?!"

Old Ancestor Xuantian ignored the exclamations around him.

He parted the crowd and strode forward, his sleeves fluttering, his white hair like snow, gently flying in the wind.

His steps were steady and firm, each one stepping on everyone's hearts, making a thumping sound.

He stopped three zhang in front of Chu Changsheng.

Then—

Solemnly, he cupped his hands and bowed.

This was not an ordinary gesture of respect.

This was the highest form of respect, only performed by a Junior to a Senior, a subordinate to a superior, or a subject to a king.

An Earth Immortal realm Old Ancestor who had lived for who knew how many years actually performed such a great bow to a young man!

"The Northern Region's Xuantian Sect, Old Ancestor Xuantian, along with the entire Xuantian Sect—"

His voice was old and thick, like the tolling of a bell from ancient times. Every word carried heavy weight, and every syllable struck at the Soul of everyone present:

"Greetings, Human Race Commander!"

Behind him, thousands of Xuantian Sect Disciples wearing star-patterned Daoist robes took a step forward in unison.

Their movements were uniform, as if practiced a thousand times. The sound of thousands of feet landing at the same time was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

They cupped their hands, bowed, and spoke at the same time—

The sound shook the sky!

"Greetings, Commander!!"

Their voices converged together like a torrent, rushing straight into the sky, scattering the clouds above!

Thousands of voices overlapped, carrying an unquestionable determination, carrying a devotion that poured out all their strength!

This scene was like a stone thrown onto a calm water surface, and the ripples spread rapidly.

Following closely behind Old Ancestor Xuantian was a middle-aged man with a dignified face and wearing a golden robe.

He wore an ancient token at his waist. The token was golden all over, and engraved on it was a character for "Gold" that looked like a soaring Dragon and a dancing Phoenix.

The Aura emitted by the token made everyone around feel a sense of oppression—it was the Patriarch Token of the Jin family, the number one noble family of the Northern Region!

"The Northern Region's Jin family, Jin family Patriarch Jin Buxuan—"

Jin Buxuan's voice was loud like a bell. He cupped his hands and said in a clear, loud voice, sounding like metal clashing:

"Leading the sons of the Jin family, greetings, Commander!"

Behind him, thousands of Jin family Disciples wearing golden armor knelt on one knee in unison. The clashing of armor made a clanging sound, and the sound of metal and stone striking made people's blood boil and their livers and gallbladders tremble!

"Greetings, Commander!"

Immediately after, a voice as clear and cold as an ice spring rang out.

This was a woman dressed in white, with a cold and beautiful appearance, a temperament like frost, and a completely transparent long sword at her waist.

She stepped forward, every step carrying a biting chill. A thin layer of frost even condensed on the ground beneath her feet, and fine ice crystals drifted in the air, refracting cold light in the sunlight.

"The Northern Region's Ice Soul Sword Pavilion, Pavilion Master Han Qianli—"

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, like the crisp sound of ice crystals colliding, cold and determined:

"Leading the Sword Pavilion Disciples, greetings, Commander!"

Behind her, thousands of white-clad swordsmen drew their swords in unison, the sword tips pointing to the sky, the sword light like snow!

This field of brilliant sword light illuminated the sky of Yuyao Pass, as if plating this ancient pass with a layer of silver radiance!

"Greetings, Commander!!"

After that, a burly man with a sturdy build and wisps of electric arcs wrapping around his body strode forward.

With every step he took, small electric snakes crawled under his feet, making crackling sounds, and the smell of ozone permeated the air.

He grinned, revealing white teeth. His voice was rough and bold, carrying a domineering air of wind and thunder:

"The Northern Region's Wind Thunder Pavilion, Pavilion Master Lei Zhentian—"

He patted his chest, which was as broad as a wall, making a dull sound like rolling thunder:

"Leading the entire Wind Thunder Pavilion, greetings, Commander!"

Behind him, a group of Cultivators wearing blue-purple martial attire cupped their hands in unison. Their movements were crisp and neat, carrying a swift and decisive Aura. The sound of thousands of people cupping their hands at the same time was like a clap of thunder!

"Greetings, Commander!!"

Finally, a stocky, dark-skinned middle-aged man walked out.

He was wearing an earth-yellow robe embroidered with patterns of continuous mountain ranges. Standing there, he looked like a moving hill, steady and heavy, unshakable.

His voice was low and heavy, like a rumble from the depths of the earth, carrying a stability from ancient times:

"The Northern Region's Zhenyue Mountain, Mountain Master Yue Chonglou—"

He cupped his hands and nodded slightly. The movement seemed slow, but it gave people a sense of oppression like a collapsing mountain, as if the entire earth was sinking slightly with his movement:

"Leading the Zhenyue Mountain Disciples, greetings, Commander!"

Behind him, hundreds of strong men in earth-yellow martial attire stomped their feet at the same time. The ground shook violently, as if the entire Yuyao Pass had swayed. The earth-shaking roar lasted for a long time!

"Greetings, Commander!!!"

The leaders of the five major powers in the Northern Region came out in turn, leading their respective elites, and bowed to Chu Changsheng.

Every voice struck everyone's heart like a great bell, and every figure was an insurmountable mountain.

The star power of the Xuantian Sect, the metal energy of the Jin family, the ice intent of the Ice Soul Sword Pavilion, the wind-thunder momentum of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, and the heavy rhyme of Zhenyue Mountain—five distinct Auras intertwined to form a majestic energy field, like five giant Dragons circling above Yuyao Pass, shrouding the entire pass!

The original powers and garrison soldiers of Yuyao Pass watched in astonishment.

Some opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them for a long time.

Some dropped their weapons on the ground with a clatter and forgot to pick them up.

Some rubbed their eyes, doubting if they had seen wrong.

Some pinched their thighs hard, grimacing in pain, only then determining that this was not a dream.

The Northern Region... all moved?!

Xuantian Sect, Jin family, Ice Soul Sword Pavilion, Wind Thunder Pavilion, Zhenyue Mountain—these five families could almost be said to represent the highest combat power of the entire Northern Region!

Usually, if any one of them stomped their feet, the Northern Region would shake three times.

But now, they actually appeared here together, and all bowed and submitted to a young man?!

What does this mean?

This means the entire Northern Region has acknowledged this young man!

This means the entire Northern Region has placed their bets on him!

This means behind Chu Changsheng stands the power of an entire region!

And those who were still watching, those who were still hesitating, those who were still questioning—

Their expressions changed.

Because they suddenly realized a problem:

If even the five giants of the Northern Region chose to submit, then does the opinion of people like them still matter?

On the city wall, Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya watched this scene, a smile slowly curling at the corner of his mouth.

In this smile, there was gratification, relief, and a trace of imperceptible... release.

The heavy burden of three thousand years, finally someone has shouldered it for him.

The loneliness of three thousand years, finally someone has shared it for him.

This pass, which he had guarded alone for three thousand years, finally no longer had only his footprints.

He took a deep breath and looked at the dark, dense demon army outside the pass. In his murky old eyes, there were tears, and also flames.