Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 821 - 812 Yan City Trembles

"Chen’er, I’m quite comforted that you can return, but you can’t just leave your friends outside the city, can you?"

On the way out of Yan City, Mo Xiaotian spoke in this manner, his tone seemingly reproachful towards Mo Wangchen, "Moreover, doesn’t that boy from Bai Jincheng count among them? Both families have already acknowledged his engagement with Jing’er."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wangchen smiled wryly, momentarily unsure of how to explain.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to bring those so-called ’friends’ into the city, but because there were simply too many of them, and each one was extraordinary, he feared they might disturb the cultivators within the city.

"Where are your friends?"

Before long, the three had flown out of the city, hovering above the forest. Mo Xiaotian scanned the area below, but couldn’t see a single figure.

For some reason, upon leaving the city, he faintly sensed a mysterious, powerful aura within this forest. Yet, when he tried to deliberately sense it, he found nothing.

Mo Xiaotian didn’t let it bother him, thinking it was just his imagination.

"All of you, come out."

As soon as his father’s words fell, Mo Wangchen glanced down briefly. Prior to this, he had instructed all the Mo Pavilion members to hide.

With their levels of cultivation, if they truly didn’t want to be discovered, even Mo Xiaotian, a master at the Saint Venerable Realm, wouldn’t be able to find them.

"Swish!"

As Mo Wangchen’s words concluded, suddenly, a burst of noise echoed into Mo Xiaotian’s ears from the forest below.

Involuntarily, Mo Xiaotian looked down; within the forest that was originally calm and without any disturbances, countless figures were now flying out.

On these individuals, Mo Xiaotian sensed an extremely formidable aura, causing his expression to drastically change.

"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"

In less than a few short breaths, millions of people had swept out from the forest, floating in the sky, reverently paying homage in the direction of Mo Wangchen.

The roar of a million voices was deafening, reverberating like thunder, spreading across a radius of a hundred miles, causing everyone’s heart in Yan City nearby to skip a beat.

"What’s going on?"

Many cultivators in the city had puzzled expressions, their gazes reaching out towards the source of the sound.

"What a terrifying aura, is there a massive force appearing outside the city?"

Curiosity piqued, someone wanted to rise into the air, to see what was happening outside the city.

Yet under the convergence of terrifying auras from a million people, even though Yan City was at some distance, it was still affected.

Those who attempted to fly barely made it into the air before they could no longer withstand the immense pressure filling the surrounding void, forced to land back down.

"This aura is too terrifying, it oppresses us to the point where we cannot fly. Just what force has arrived?!"

Many had shock written all over their faces, their hearts held with dread, while some even began to panic, "Is a war about to break out in Yan City?"

"Chen... Chen’er... this..."

Outside the city, in the sky, under the pressure of this terrifying aura, Mo Xiaotian’s breathing also grew heavy, but inside him was primarily shock.

Could those be the friends Mo Wangchen mentioned earlier?

These so-called friends are indeed too many, aren’t they?

Furthermore, on each of these ’friends’, Mo Xiaotian felt an aura so terrifying it suffocated him. He had no doubt in his mind that this dense mass of people from the large army before him, each one could easily wipe him out.

"What are you doing? Didn’t I ask you to suppress your aura?"

Mo Wangchen furrowed his brows slightly, appearing somewhat displeased.

"Pavilion Master, we’ve tried our best to suppress..."

Six elders stood out, smiling wryly, explaining that they truly had tried to suppress their aura, but given most of them were above the Emperor Realm in cultivation and all gathered together, truly suppressing the aura was impossible.

Mo Wangchen nodded, then gestured towards Mo Xiaotian beside him, "This is my father."

With that, he looked at Mo Xiaotian, introducing, "Dad, these are the friends who returned with me from Heavenly Gang... they are all disciples of the Mo Pavilion."

"Your friends... they’re indeed too many..."

Even now, Mo Xiaotian had not yet recovered from the shock; only after a while did he take a deep breath, trying to calm his inner emotions.

"Haha, Uncle, it’s been a long time since we last met."

From the crowd of the Mo Pavilion, over a dozen figures flew out, all young faces, and among them leading the way was Bai Jincheng.

"You’ve returned too?"

Mo Xiaotian was surprised, naturally recognizing Bai Jincheng and those who had formed a brotherhood with Mo Wangchen.

"Old Third, did you forget to acknowledge someone?"

"Haha, this guy probably did it on purpose."

Behind Bai Jincheng, Cao Mingle and others came out, chuckling mischievously while glancing at Bai Jincheng, then turning their gaze to the woman behind Mo Wangchen, Lin Jing!

"Uh..."

Bai Jincheng chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head. He previously didn’t know how to start with Lin Jing, so when he first arrived, he simply decided to talk to Mo Xiaotian first.

"I thought you might have died out there, but I didn’t expect you to be alive and return."

Seeing Bai Jincheng’s somewhat goofy appearance, Lin Jing finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

"Haha..." Bai Jincheng laughed, unsure of how to respond to her words.

"We can discuss the rest later, for now, let’s return to Yan City," Mo Wangchen said, "Father, is there a place to accommodate the Mo Pavilion’s people?"

Mo Xiaotian pondered briefly, "Your uncle has a training ground meant for the Lin Family Army; it should be available."

"That works!"

Mo Wangchen nodded, then loudly announced, "Follow me and enter the city!"

With his words, the grand army started moving again, stretching across the sky in black masses, heading towards Yan City.

"They’re coming!"

In the city, countless cultivators wore expressions of astonishment, gazing at the terrifying formation resembling rolling black clouds from the horizon outside the city.

As the Mo Pavilion’s forces neared, the terrifying aura enveloping Yan City intensified.

Those with weaker cultivation couldn’t help but collapse to their knees, unable to stand.

"Isn’t that Mo Xiaotian?"

"The Mo Family Head, Mo Xiaotian, leading this terrifying group, who are these people?"

Soon, someone recognized Mo Xiaotian at the forefront, and their hearts grew even more astonished.

The Mo Family may not be what it once was, but when did they ever have such a formidable force?

"The white-robed youth following Mo Xiaotian, why do I feel I’ve seen him before?"

"Me too, and his appearance resembles Mo Xiaotian..."

"It’s him! The Divine King Body, Mo Wangchen!" Amidst the discussions, someone exclaimed in shock.