Even after such a prolonged and arduous journey, how many refugees would have perished, not to mention the casualties of horses and men cornered in a siege? It would be quite the disappointment if, in the end, only a few highly skilled cultivators arrived at the Divine Capital.

Why bother raising an army or starting a rebellion at all? Wouldn't it have been better to just send a group of experts directly to the Divine Capital to begin with?

This line of thought from the Thunder God... well, one could only say that if the adversary in charge was the Thunder God, the Marquis of Wind would have died laughing.

"Alas, no wonder he was outmaneuvered by that Heluo God."

With this thought, the Marquis of Wind completely ignored the Thunder God and asked Mother of Lightning, "When can the Primordial Lord arrive?"

The Taiping Sect's forces were divided into three groups. The central force was the most critical, but the left and right flanks were equally important. The Primordial Lord Rain Master was in charge of the right flank, escorted by the strongest fourth-rank soldiers of the Taiping Sect.

The latest reports showed that the right flank had been taking cities and territories, having already conquered three counties. Their progress far surpassed that of the central force.

"It should still take some time, after all, the right flank..."

Mother of Lightning didn't finish her sentence when a drop of rain suddenly fell onto the canopy of the chariot.

"No need, I have already arrived."

Delicate strands of rain began to fall, misty and pervasive, covering the land like a water mist. A shadow suddenly appeared overhead, like a vast umbrella blocking the drizzle.

It was a Dharma Platform, with three tiers in total, each tier circular, symbolizing the roundness of the heavens. The platform was a bright yellow, embodying Yellow Heaven. Each tier had steps and stone surfaces in multiples of nine, the extreme of numbers, symbolizing the nine heavens.

The Primordial Lord Rain Master, clad in a water-blue palace dress and veiled like Daoist Tianxuan, now stood on the third tier of the Dharma Platform, surrounded by a mist of water, echoing the vault of heaven.

The gods of wind, thunder, and lightning rose upon hearing this, ascending the Dharma Platform and facing the Primordial Lord Rain Master, who said, "My lords, take your positions, and invite the Sect Hierarch to manifest his avatar."

"Is the Hierarch able to intervene now?" the Thunder God immediately asked.

Zhang Zhixuan had refrained from acting previously because he wanted to avoid attracting other third-grade beings and also due to his concern about overexertion.

Even in today's world, somebody as powerful as a third-grade being could not sustain endless power. If one expended too much and was caught off-guard by Tianxuan, an injury could undeniably put the Taiping Sect in a highly unfavorable situation.

Indeed, losing ten thousand Yellow Turban Warriors would not be as significant as if Zhang Zhixuan suffered the slightest injury.

He was genuinely capable of influencing the outcome of this war.

"The Hierarch has sealed the Thunder Ancestor Dao Fruit at Zhenze, showing he harbors no ambitions for advancement. Now, we no longer need to worry about certain third-grade beings harboring jealousy."

The Primordial Lord Rain Master spoke indifferently, "As for the consumption of manifesting an avatar, with Yellow Heaven present, the Hierarch needn't worry any longer."

With these words, the three gods' morale surged. They promptly ascended to the third tier of the Dharma Platform alongside the Primordial Lord Rain Master. The four of them channeled their True Qi together, and the mighty energies of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning formed a beam of light that shot straight towards the sky.

"Boom!"

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly took on a bright yellow hue, with the visible sky also tinged with golden-yellow. Countless strands of yellow qi appeared from the void, converging from all directions above the Dharma Platform, coalescing into a human silhouette.

"Rumble!"

Another thunderous roar echoed as Jing Lei erupted, and beneath the blinding light of the thunder, the silhouette took on the visage of Zhang Zhixuan.

"Zhang Zhixuan!"

Atop the walls of Donglin City, everyone's spirits were shaken.

With the Sect Hierarch of the Taiping Sect manifesting his avatar, the situation, which had been looking optimistic, was once again thrust into jeopardy.

Of course, an avatar was not as powerful as the original body, but the strength of the avatar depended on the support of the original. If Zhang Zhixuan devoted himself wholeheartedly and supported it fully, it would be akin to a Primordial Spirit Emergence, and his power could indeed surpass that of a fourth-rank.

"This is bad! Hurry and summon Tianxuan," Feng Manlou immediately said.

At the same time, the silhouette was already gazing over from afar, each step traversing an immense distance as if shrinking the earth beneath his feet. With the flash of thunderlight, Zhang Zhixuan had already reached the space outside the city walls.

"Let Daoist Tianxuan come out."

Zhang Zhixuan spoke lightly, "You are no match for me."

Accompanying his words was an aura as mighty as the Heavenly Dao, enormous and imposing like the roaring Nine Heavens Thunder, expansive as the vast dome of the sky.

Under the pressure of this aura, one's senses twisted and distorted. Heaven and earth seemed to turn a bright yellow, the Yellow Clouds ethereal, as if transformed into the Yellow Heaven Dao Country.

In this moment, Zhang Zhixuan displayed an air different from that of the Thunder Technique, his Realm seemingly unfathomable to observers.

"You say it isn't, so it isn't? I beg to differ."

At the critical moment, the top killer from Yuxu Temple, Yin Tulong, pressed his foot down, a Fire Wheel appeared beneath his feet, and a set of exquisite Lotus Pattern Battle Armor split open on his body as he rose into the air.

"Roar—"

The Divine Fire Dragon roared forth, with the intense True Fire carrying a red hue, seizing a spot in the bright yellow sky. The spear carried the flame's aura, spreading like wildfire, covering the sky and the earth.

The unbearably scorching heat churned through the air, and everywhere the True Fire passed, nothing did not burn, engulfing Zhang Zhixuan in an instant.

"Dragon Slayer Daoist indeed lives up to his reputation, but..."

Faced with such an onslaught, Zhang Zhixuan simply spoke calmly, standing with his hands behind his back, as a Heavenly Thunder tore through the sky, crashing down upon the Red Dragon.

"Boom!"

Thunder and Fire collided, the domineering thunder clashing with the True Fire. Thunder is known for its power to give life and bring death, while fire burns all things. The collision of the two was like a thunderclap meeting a blaze, resulting in an earth-shattering explosion.

The flames of the True Fire were shattered by the Thunder Strike, and the spear's momentum greatly diminished, but Yin Tulong did not back down and spurred on the Divine Fire Nine Refinements, pressing on with strong attacks. The tip of his spear trembled, sending out waves of flames that burned through the thunder, while his body flickered, already assuming the form of Three Heads and Six Arms. A ring of golden light etched a perfect arc towards Zhang Zhixuan.

"Qiankun Ring."

Zhang Zhixuan spoke softly, unchanged in expression, but shifted his feet, and another bolt of Heavenly Thunder fell, striking the golden light.

The golden light dissipated under the thunder, but it did not drop. A golden yellow Qiankun Ring appeared, fluctuations within it like encompassing heaven and earth, absorbing the thunder within it, with residual strength still striking towards Zhang Zhixuan.

Meanwhile, Yin Tulong was in hot pursuit, his front arms holding a Fire-tipped Spear, a hand on the right side manipulating the Chaos Sky Ribbon, with the Demon-Slaying Sword among other weapons in hand.

He cast his long spear into the air, which split into thousands, even more exaggerated than the Sword Light Division of Sword Cultivators. Thousands of Fire-tipped Spears, carrying True Fire, fell like blazing meteors, shattering the Yellow Clouds and the Yellow Heaven.

But Zhang Zhixuan remained unflustered. He stepped with Yu Step and used the Yu Step Great Dominating Thunder technique; with each movement, a bolt of Heavenly Thunder fell, avoiding the Qiankun Ring and letting the bolts of Heavenly Thunder strike down the thousands of meteors.

His demeanor was relaxed, as if he were taking a casual stroll, weaving through the meteors, while the Heavenly Thunder roared, resisting the Qiankun Ring and brushing away the Chaos Sky Ribbon.

The Mystic Sect had Thirty-Six Thunders, and Zhang Zhixuan was a master of all these Thunder Techniques. His foundation in cultivation was rooted in thunder, and he had also assimilated the Dao Fruit of the Nine Heavenly Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Venerable, making him the ultimate peak in thunder techniques.

In terms of thunder techniques, perhaps the only one above him on this Dao Fruit could be the legendary father of Fuxi—Thunder Marsh God himself.

But even this Dao Fruit of the Thunder Marsh God had been in Zhang Zhixuan's hands, who had been research-spawning from it over the years.

Though Yin Tulong's offensive was fierce, Zhang Zhixuan primarily dodged, responding with ease, showing no sign of decline.

And on the city walls, the people were already in motion, communicating telepathically to inform Tianxuan of the situation, while also planning to strike separately, to destroy the Dharma Platform and take in the refugees.

Yin Tulong's move was not really meant to break the enemy but to buy time and give everyone a chance to strike.

"Move!"

Following Feng Manlou's low command, the city gates opened wide, and a large contingent of Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers poured out, rushing toward the direction of the Taiping Sect's troops, with a grand and overwhelming divine presence, like a relentless tide.

But Zhang Zhixuan, high above, completely ignored this, letting them strike at will.

Perhaps he disdained to act against the weak, or he was on guard for Tianxuan's surprise attack, or possibly...

"Whoosh—"

A sudden gust of wind arose, and a downpour began. The world was engulfed in heavy wind and rain, sand and stones flying, and even a fog of rain clouding the view, obscuring directions, and confusing space.

The 1.2 million refugees and the people of the Taiping Sect were all covered by the storm, and the striking Heavenly Soldiers instantly lost their way in the wind and rain.

"The Divine Skills of Dao Fruit from Marquis of Wind and Master of Rain?"

Jiang Li, who had just arrived, immediately recalled something from the ancient texts.

The "Great Wilderness North Scripture" stated, "Chi You went to war with the Yellow Emperor, to which the Yellow Emperor ordered the Yinglong Dragon to attack in the wilds of Jizhou. When the dragon held back the waters, Chi You summoned Marquis of Wind and Master of Rain to unleash a great storm."

When Marquis of Wind and Master of Rain joined forces, they altered the Heavenly Phenomenon, and even the Yinglong Dragon could not reverse it. In the end, it was Heavenly Maiden Ba who intervened, burning the wind and rain with fire, stopping the tempest.

Without a doubt, the Divine Skills of Dao Fruit from Marquis of Wind and Master of Rain also fully displayed the capabilities of these two Gods. Together, they changed the Heavenly Phenomenon, and unless a third grade intervened, specializing in the same field, they would be unopposed.

By having Zhang Zhixuan descend and attack, while the Marquis of Wind and Master of Rain created disorientation with their storm, the enemy was lost, and their own traces were covered. Thus, the situation was reversed, turning to Jiang Li's side to attack while Taiping Sect defended.

The advantage of timing and the terrain had shifted to the enemy's side.

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