Supre Alchemist Mujin Camp
Inside an isolated room, a man struggled to refine an ingredient. The fla under his control flickered unstably, flaring erratically again and again. Monts later, thick smoke instantly filled the room, signaling yet another failure.
Sensing the smoke, an array activated at once, absorbing it completely and restoring the air to clarity.
"I failed again. I should stop. There's no point continuing if I can't concentrate. I'm just wasting ingredients." The man muttered.
He had an average build and was completely bald. Beside him floated a fire resembling a miniature sun, his Special Fire. His polished head glead brightly, reflecting its radiant light. As he spoke, the tiny sun flickered slightly, as if responding to his mood.
"Don't worry about it, Sunny. It's not your fault. I'm the one who keeps getting distracted. I thought I could stay calm, but I can't." The bald man admitted while cleaning up the room, bringing his alchemy session to an end.
"There's less than a week left before the estimated ti, yet we still can't do anything to that grand formation. Now it's becoming clearer by the day that trying to deplete their energy source was the wrong strategy. If this continues..." he murmured.
The bald man was Supre Alchemist Mujin, one of the three faction leaders spearheading the assault on the barriers.
As an alchemist, he lacked the aptitude to command large groups. He had beco a faction leader mainly due to his high status, which naturally attracted followers, especially those in dire need of his dical expertise and alchemical skill.
The true mastermind behind the faction was soone else.
A woman with a razor-sharp and cunning mind.
She was the reason Mujin had survived the perilous journey to the Colossal Tree, a fact he deeply appreciated. That was why he did not mind letting her use his reputation to gather manpower.
Moreover, the faction she built under his na had granted him exceptional safety, imnse wealth, and access to countless ancient alchemy resources. Creating the faction had been an undeniably wise choice.
In the end, even though so of her decisions initially seed questionable, every single one had benefited him greatly.
Over ti, Mujin developed absolute trust in her.
Last year, she had told him that all he needed to do was bring the entire faction and join the assault. When the ti ca, no matter which faction claid the portal, his slot to return ho would be guaranteed. He had believed her without hesitation. He was certain she had prepared everything so that both of them could leave safely.
But the current situation was sothing far beyond everyone's expectations.
Who would have imagined that a single grand formation, created by a Core Formation Realm cultivator, could halt a coalition of three massive factions totaling nearly fifteen thousand cultivators so effortlessly?
If this continued, he would definitely miss his chance to return ho. The thought tornted him relentlessly, disrupting his concentration and causing him to fail alchemy again and again.
Is it still possible to negotiate with Formation Prodigy Bellion's faction, just like Princess Waniwani did? Perhaps he could buy his way in. Wealth was sothing he did not lack.
It was rumored that even the Pink Enchantress herself was currently in Bellion City. Though no one had seen her directly, her retinue of stunning beauties was undeniably present, which was proof enough.
anwhile, morale among the cultivators attacking the barriers had plumted. Tension thickened in the camps, and argunts and bla began to surface. Conflicts were already breaking out. If this continued, the situation would only deteriorate.
Just as he disabled the sound-canceling array and prepared to leave the room, a wave of loud commotion erupted outside.
He hurried out and saw people running about in confusion, panic written across their faces.
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"Oi, Baldy Mujin! We're in big trouble!" A woman's voice rang out from his side.
He turned and saw a woman with short bluish hair, dressed in clothing that favored practicality and strength over elegance.
This was Jodie, the woman he trusted deeply, the sharp mind that truly led the faction. From her deanor alone, it was obvious that she was a tomboy.
Behind her stood a group of cultivators tasked with their protection. Mujin did not know where she had found them, but their strength rivaled that of royal guards.
"What's wrong, Jodie? Did we disable the grand formation?" Mujin asked anxiously.
"Disabled my ass! If that were the case, no one would be panicking like this!" Jodie snapped. "The portal is almost ready. They can start going ho in about an hour!"
"What?" Mujin was stunned. "Wasn't it supposed to be a few days later?"
"Hmph! What do you think? Obviously they tricked everyone! They caught us off guard like this so that we can't prepare our last resort!" Jodie snapped.
The last resort she referred to was a known combined attack involving over ten thousand cultivators, requiring an entire day of preparation. Its power was enough to rival a Soul Transformation Realm cultivator. At that level, even Bellion's grand formation would definitely be obliterated.
However, it was a double-edged sword.
Being anywhere near an attack at the Soul Transformation level could easily result in total annihilation. Using it ant risking their own lives.
Unfortunately, even if they wanted to unleash it now, it was already far too late.
Mujin felt his heart sink.
Hearing this only deepened his anxiety.
"We got tricked..." he murmured in disbelief.
"What they did is exactly what I would have done in their position," Jodie continued, her tone heavy with frustration. "That's why I planted spies throughout the city, monitoring every move. The mont they prepared to manipulate the portal again, we would know, and we could respond with our last resort imdiately."
She clenched her fists.
"Who would have thought they already rooted out all our spies and fed us false information instead? I hate to admit it, but they were one step ahead of us. Completely." She ground her teeth. "Now it's too late. Which cunning bastard planned this? How did they clean out our spies without anyone noticing at all? Argh! This makes
furious!"
"This can't be..." Mujin felt his legs grow weak. "Then how are we supposed to go ho?"
If even Jodie had been outplayed, then there truly seed to be no path left.
Just as despair crept into his chest, sothing caught his eye.
Far in the distance, above the heart of Bellion City, a colossal avatar suddenly materialized in the sky.
It stood towering over the grand formation, its massive form radiating overwhelming pressure. In its hands was a gigantic sledgehamr, raised high, exactly the sa as before.
"Prince Ozan!" Mujin shouted, pointing skyward.
Jodie and the others imdiately followed his gaze.
Across the camp, the noise and panic faded as everyone noticed the enormous figure above. Conversations died out. Attacks halted.
The sa scene unfolded in the other two camps as well.
All eyes turned toward the sky.
The majestic avatar of Prince Ozan stood there, dominating the heavens, sledgehamr lifted, as if preparing to deliver another earth-shattering strike.
"Wow. He is about to do sothing again." Prince Charles gazed upward with childlike wonder, sitting leisurely in his camp as if the unfolding crisis had nothing to do with him. "I wish I could do sothing like that too. It looks cool."
Captain Logan and the other Royal Guards felt their faces twitch.
Why are we just here enjoying the show? We should be doing sothing too, Your Highness!
They could not understand why their prince remained so relaxed.
Then a voice erupted from Prince Ozan's direction, carrying across the vast distance with impossible clarity.
"Everyone!"
The single word bood like thunder, demanding attention.
"This isn't the ti to panic! This isn't the ti to bla others! We still have ti!"
Cultivators across all three camps froze, listening.
"It doesn't matter which faction you are from! That's no longer relevant! Co here and use every ans possible to destroy these damned barriers!"
Prince Ozan's avatar raised its sledgehamr higher, shining like a beacon in the darkness.
"Forcefully seize your chance to go ho with your own hands! Rember, we live in a world where the strongest win! Beco the strongest and take what you want through your own effort!"
A brief pause followed.
"Let's do this!"
His voice echoed across the battlefield, resonating deep within every chest, every heart.
Those who had given up suddenly felt determination surge through their veins.
Those who had been panicking felt calm settle over them.
Those who had been afraid discovered courage they did not know they possessed.
It was as if his words carried the weight of undeniable truth.
For a heartbeat, silence ruled the battlefield.
Then the cheers erupted.
From all three camps, a thunderous roar surged into the sky. Thousands of voices rged as one, shouting, screaming, releasing all their pent-up frustration and fear into a single declaration of resolve.
At that mont, the factions ceased to exist.
They were no longer Prince Charles's people. Not Prince Ozan's. Not Supre Alchemist Mujin's.
They were simply cultivators who wanted to go ho.
And they would fight for it.
Almost all of them charged toward the barriers, launching themselves into the assault with renewed ferocity. Techniques once held back and power once conserved were unleashed without restraint. The barriers shimred and rippled under the relentless onslaught, waves of energy cascading across their surface like a raging storm.
Prince Charles watched it all with a wide grin.
"Hahaha! Look at them! They're all so motivated!"
He stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his clothes.
"I suppose it's about ti for
to make my move."
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