311: Chapter 311 Ready to Go

"In my view, Great Saints shouldn't make a move either. How about this, you send a few more Saints to sneak in secretly!" Kunkun made the final arrangement.

Yan Shiba pondered for a moment. "Lord Marshal, my clan has the Sword Spirit Nine Sons, each of whom is at the Saint Peak. Why don't we let them go?"

"Saint Peak? Nine of them?" Kunkun thought to himself.

With that kid Chen Ping holding an Immortal Artifact, hacking down nine Saint Peaks shouldn't be a problem, right?

He immediately nodded. "Alright, it's settled! Remember, this must be kept secret!"

"As you command! As you command..."

Watching Yan Shiba leave, Fire Bird could no longer suppress its laughter.

"Hahaha! Fun! This is too much fun!"

"Master is truly Master. This method is much more interesting than my previous idea of just kidnapping a few Spirit Devouring Sword Clan Cultivators!"

"Gah gah gah! Gah gah gah..."

...

The land where the Central Plains and the Southern Region meet is called the Great Shu Dynasty.

A Dynasty is one level lower than an Imperial Dynasty; it cannot compare in terms of territory, population, or strength.

Recently, the Emperor of the Great Shu Dynasty, Liu Xuan, has been living in constant fear.

This was because after the alien army from the Yinming Land occupied the entire Southern Region, their spearhead was pointed directly at the Central Plains.

As the gateway to the Central Plains, the Great Shu Dynasty would inevitably be the first to bear the brunt.

Liu Xuan paced back and forth in front of the dragon throne with his hands behind his back, having no heart to sit down.

Below him, in two rows on the left and right, stood all the princes and ministers of the Great Shu Dynasty.

They hadn't adjourned court for a whole month, waiting in fear and trepidation amidst the terror of the alien invasion.

At this moment, how they envied those ordinary Cultivators who could leave the Great Shu Dynasty without any qualms.

"Report!" Suddenly, a Cultivator rushed into the hall, shouting.

Liu Xuan's body trembled, and panic appeared in his eyes. "What's the situation? Has the alien race started their attack?"

"No!" The messenger's face was full of joy. "Your Majesty, it's... it's the Old Ancestor who has returned!"

Liu Xi, the Old Ancestor of the Great Shu Dynasty, had a cultivation level at the Saint Peak.

Half a month ago, he took the few remaining Saints in the court to the Yinyue Dynasty to seek help, and now he has finally returned.

"The Old Ancestor is back?!" Liu Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief. "Everyone, follow me to welcome him!"

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, everyone returned to the hall, but there were three more old men.

"Old Ancestor, how is the situation?" As soon as the old man sat down, Liu Xuan asked impatiently.

"Sigh!" Liu Xi sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

Liu Xuan's heart went cold, and he slumped onto the dragon throne. "Is my Great Shu's thousand-year foundation finally coming to an end?"

"Humph! As a monarch, you must have the backbone to die with dignity. Look at yourself now!" Liu Xi shouted sternly. "Let me finish!"

Hearing that there might be a turn for the better, Liu Xuan couldn't help but look up at the old man.

"This time, led by the Immortals, the Ancient Desolate Alliance was formed, and it has also joined forces with the members of the Heavenly Court. It's enough to contend with the alien races, but..."

"Old Ancestor, but what?" Liu Xuan asked hurriedly. "Is it that they are unwilling to help our Great Shu Dynasty?"

"Did you not tell the Yinyue Dynasty that we are willing to become their subsidiary?"

"It doesn't matter anymore!" Liu Xi shook his head. "They have already unanimously decided to use our Great Shu Dynasty as the battlefield for the final showdown with the alien races!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the ministers in the field changed drastically. "Lord Old Ancestor, this... they don't plan to go to the Southern Region to expel the alien races?"

"Go to the Southern Region?" Liu Xi glanced at the people below and sneered. "The alien races are cunning. Who knows if they have set up a large number of traps? Would the Ancient Desolate still have a chance of winning then?"

"But Old Ancestor..." Liu Xuan was still unwilling. "Under such a large-scale war, can the Great Shu Dynasty still exist?"

"Do you think we have a choice?" Liu Xi's expression was gloomy. "However, under my bitter pleading, I finally managed to get a way out..."

"The Ancient Desolate Alliance has already requested the neighboring Great Wei Dynasty to carve out a quarter of its territory for us. Cultivators and Mortals who are unwilling to leave can evacuate there!"

"In my opinion, let's move the Dynasty's capital there as well..."

Hearing this, the ministers below breathed a sigh of relief.

For them, this was already the best outcome.

Looking at their appearance, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Liu Xi's mouth.

I don't even know if I'll survive the war, and you want to escape comfortably? No way!

"When the Ancient Desolate Alliance army arrives, they will also need some people to serve them. No princes, nobles, or ministers of the third rank and above are allowed to leave!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless!"

...

Two days later, six million Cultivators from the Ancient Desolate Alliance arrived at the Great Shu Dynasty. The shocking pressure almost made some Cultivators waiting here vomit blood.

It must be said that at any time and in any place, there is never a lack of onlookers.

Even in this time of crisis for the Ancient Desolate Continent, many Cultivators still chose not to join the Ancient Desolate Alliance but chose to watch the show instead.

Most of them were Loose Cultivators, people who belonged to the vast world and could go anywhere.

As long as the alien races did not massacre the Human Race on a large scale, the destruction of dynasties and the disappearance of Holy Lands had nothing to do with them. Sometimes, they couldn't help but clap and cheer...

Among them, there were even some Yao Race Cultivators who had fled from the Southern Region.

In the crowd, an old bull and an Old Donkey were particularly eye-catching.

"Tsk tsk tsk... I, the Old Donkey, have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I have never seen such a spectacular scene!"

The Cultivator with two donkey ears shook his head and marveled as he watched squads of Cultivator armies fly into the city.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The bull-headed Cultivator next to him rolled his eyes. "You just slept for tens of thousands of years. How can you say you've lived for tens of thousands of years?"

"Damn! Old Bull, don't be unconvinced. I, the Old Donkey, am tens of thousands of years old, older than your ancestor's ancestor's ancestor's ancestor!"

"So what?" The bull-headed Cultivator said with a face full of disdain. "Aren't you still just a Great Saint like me?"

Speaking of this, the Old Donkey immediately lost his temper and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Don't you think there's something fishy about the alien race's return this time?"

The bull-headed Cultivator nodded. "When my Great Strength Bull Demon Clan retreated, we didn't encounter any resistance. Except for a junior who broke his leg in a panic, there were no casualties!"

"Our Holy Donkey Clan was about the same..." The Old Donkey lowered his voice. "Behind this, there seems to be an invisible hand firmly controlling everything!"

Just then, the nearby Cultivators finally couldn't help but start pointing at these two fellows.

"Hey! You two beasts, your homes have even been taken over, and you're still not joining the Ancient Desolate Alliance to fight the alien race?"

"Exactly, exactly. Isn't it too much for you to be here watching the fun?"

"Sigh! I feel sorry for our Human Race Cultivators, who are about to stain the battlefield with their blood for the Ancient Desolate Continent, while these Yao Race members are still here taking it easy..."

...

Even though their skin was thick enough, the various discussions still made the Old Bull and Old Donkey a bit unable to bear it.

The Old Donkey glanced around and retorted angrily, "Are you blind? I'm a donkey!"

Subsequently, the two demons disappeared from everyone's sight.

...

Immortal Welcoming City was only a few hundred miles away from the Great Shu Dynasty. The movement of the Ancient Desolate Alliance army's arrival naturally couldn't be hidden from the Cultivators of the Yinming Land.

Kunkun stood in front of the city gate, looking towards the Central Plains, then looked down at the Immortal Artifact Brick in its hand, its eyes full of passion. "Old geezer! Watch Lord Bird smash you to death this time!"

It turned to look at the nine deputy-deputy marshals. "Ready the troops, the whole army attacks!"