Chapter 115: War Livestream! A Public Relations Show Sweeping Across the Eastern Wasteland!

Three days later, early morning.

An oppressive atmosphere shrouded the skies above the Qingyun Sect.

“Dong… dong… dong…”

Dull, thunder-like war drum sounds rolled in from the distant horizon, each beat seeming to strike directly at the heart. Disciples with slightly weaker cultivation felt their qi and blood churn violently, their faces turning pale.

At the edge of the sky, a pitch-black line was rapidly expanding.

Very soon, everyone saw clearly.

It was not a line, but three enormous war tower ships, incomparably massive, their entire bodies forged from dark iron and wrapped in chilling ghostly qi!

Each tower ship was like a moving mountain. On their hulls were carved ferocious beast totems, while countless black battle flags fluttered wildly in the wind. On every flag, a dragon-flying, phoenix-dancing character—“诛”—radiated a heart-palpitating, bloody aura.

On the decks of the tower ships stood ranks of cultivators clad in uniformly styled white robes.

Their expressions were cold and emotionless, their eyes icy. Each held a standard-issue spirit-light long halberd, standing in perfect order, as steady as deep pools and towering peaks.

An iron-blooded, murderous aura surged forth from a hundred li away, as if even the temperature between heaven and earth had dropped several degrees.

This was the “Purifiers”!

The sharpest blade of Heavenheart Holy Land!

At the bow of the leading tower ship stood an elderly man clad in silver battle armor. His beard and hair were pure white, his face stern as if carved by a blade. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood silently.

Merely by standing there, the terrifying pressure of a mid–Nascent Soul Ancestor crushed forward like an invisible tide toward the Qingyun Sect!

It was none other than the commander of this campaign, True Lord Lingxiao!

“Spreading demonic lies and deluding the masses—seeking one’s own destruction.”

True Lord Lingxiao gazed down at the spiritually rich mountain gate below, a trace of disdain and disgust flashing through his eyes.

In his view, this was nothing more than a farce.

After today, this mountain, along with everyone upon it, would be reduced to ashes.

“Pass down the order!”

He spoke indifferently.

“In a quarter of an hour, all main cannons fire together. Blast this sect’s mountain-protecting grand formation into dust!”

“Yes!”

However, just as Heavenheart Holy Land’s war machine slowly activated, preparing to unleash its thunderous strike.

Within the Qingyun Sect, atop the Main Peak.

Chu Feng looked at the three overwhelmingly imposing war tower ships on the light screen, the smile on his face as brilliant as the spring sun.

“How are the preparations?”

He asked without turning his head.

“Reporting to President!”

Wu Hao bowed and replied,

“According to your instructions, the ninety-nine ‘Heavenly Eye Formations’ we buried across the major cities, markets, and transportation arteries of the Eastern Wasteland have all been fully activated and can be launched at any time!”

“Very good.”

Chu Feng snapped his fingers.

“Then…”

“Wu Hao.”

“Present!”

“Activate the ‘Heavenly Eye Plan’!”

“Let all fellow Daoists of the Eastern Wasteland come and watch for free how our Ascension Group conducts ‘brand promotion’ and ‘crisis public relations’!”

……

At the same time, across the Eastern Wasteland continent, in major cultivation cities.

Whether in bustling markets crowded with people, cultivator-filled teahouses and taverns, or the grand halls where second- and third-rate sects were holding discussions.

Countless enormous light screens suddenly appeared out of thin air in midair without any warning!

“What is that?!”

“A heavenly anomaly?!”

All cultivators were stunned dumb by this sudden change.

Immediately afterward, the images on the light screens flickered, and an incomparably clear scene appeared before everyone’s eyes.

In the image, three ferocious and terrifying war tower ships faced off against a graceful, spiritual mountain gate.

The “诛” character battle flags on the ships, and the imposing True Lord Lingxiao at the bow, were instantly recognized by countless people!

“It’s the ‘Purifiers’ legion of Heavenheart Holy Land!”

“My heavens! They’re attacking… the Qingyun Sect?!”

“T-this… what kind of spell is this? It can project scenes from a hundred li away in real time?!”

At this moment, the entire Eastern Wasteland completely boiled over!

Everyone was shocked to the point of numb scalps by this unprecedented, heaven-shaking display.

They did not know what this was, but they knew that a great battle destined to be recorded in the annals of the Eastern Wasteland was about to unfold! And they would become the first witnesses!

Before the Qingyun Sect’s mountain gate.

“Fire!”

True Lord Lingxiao swung his arm down heavily.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The main cannons of the three war tower ships roared deafeningly at the same time!

Three spiritual energy beams as thick as water barrels, brimming with destructive aura, tore through the sky and slammed viciously into the Qingyun Sect’s mountain-protecting grand formation!

However, at the instant the beams were about to strike the formation.

Within the Qingyun Sect, tens of thousands of disciples roared in unison, pouring their spiritual energy madly into the formation nodes beneath their feet!

Buzz—!

A resplendent, multicolored light curtain shot skyward!

Upon the curtain, a massive golden jade seal phantom faintly emerged!

This was precisely the newly modified formation by Leng Yanran, linked to the Group’s fortune—the “Corporate Cohesion Condensation Grand Formation”!

The three beams of destruction slammed fiercely into the light curtain!

The earth shook and the mountains trembled!

The violent energy shockwaves shredded the clouds in the sky to pieces.

Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, that seemingly thin layer of light curtain, after violently swaying several times, actually… endured it head-on!

“Hm?”

At the bow of the ship, True Lord Lingxiao frowned slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

And at that moment, the Qingyun Sect’s mountain-protecting grand formation slowly opened a breach.

Immediately after, countless streams of light, like a swarm of bees leaving their hive, charged out fearlessly from the breach, heading straight for the “Purifiers” legion!

The battle erupted instantly!

The “Purifiers” legion maintained a strict formation, disciplined and well-trained. With each swing of their long halberds, a dense web of spiritual energy formed, impenetrable.

In contrast, the disciples of the Ascension Group had no formation whatsoever.

They charged in small groups of three or five, howling loudly, their fighting styles tricky and vicious, using every means imaginable.

“Watch my ‘Invincible Wind-Fire Wheel’!”

One disciple actually wrapped himself inside a massive shield and spun down from the sky, smashing straight into the enemy formation.

“Brothers, throw the lime powder! Blind their eyes!”

“Ergou, you take the left, I’ll take the right—knock them out! Take down a Golden Core Elder first, then go back tonight to claim stock options!”

The scene instantly became chaotic and brutally intense.

Across the Eastern Wasteland, all cultivators watching this “livestream” were completely dumbfounded.

They had seen sect wars before, but they had never seen such… unrestrained fighting styles!

At that moment, a passionate voice rang clearly through the light screens, reaching everyone’s ears.

“Dear fellow Daoist viewers! As you can see, the battle has already entered a white-hot stage!”

In one corner of the image, a small window appeared. Inside it was Zhao Wuji’s flushed face.

“Our side—the brave warriors of the Ascension Group—have adopted flexible ‘small-unit assault’ and ‘asymmetric strike’ tactics!”

“Everyone, look at that fat guy using the shield! He has successfully drawn at least ten enemies’ firepower, creating an excellent ‘damage output window’ for his teammates on the flank! This is teamwork! This is the great victory of the Scientific Cultivation Perspective!”

“On the other hand, Heavenheart Holy Land, though individually powerful, suffers from rigid tactics and outdated thinking. Under the dimensionality-reducing strike of our ‘wolf culture,’ they have already begun to show signs of defeat!”

“……”

In a certain teahouse of the Eastern Wasteland.

A Golden Core cultivator stared blankly at the light screen. The teacup in his hand slipped with a “clatter,” smashing into pieces on the ground.

He muttered to himself, “This Qingyun Sect… what kind of monsters are they, exactly?!”

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