Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 707 - 615: Eastern Wilderness Assembly, Celestial Merit Order_2
Lu Fan said, "Father, don’t say these things. I don’t want to hear them, nor do I like to hear them. Tell me how to arrange everything!"
"Alright, I will not say much more then!"
Lu Xuanji said, "Next, we will enter military management. All cultivators will be registered, and we will gradually form a cultivator army, conduct regular patrols, and periodically investigate relevant situations. Organize cultivators to search some void passages, deploy defenses at critical locations, and monitor them."
"Prevent the reserve forces from performing salvage operations in certain areas at any time!"
"There’s also the establishment of the corresponding system..."
As he spoke of the plan, he began to lay out everything.
"Oh!"
At this moment, Lu Xuanji seemed to sense something and said, "Fan’Er, you go and arrange things. Someone is summoning me."
Lu Fan was slightly taken aback and turned to leave.
...
A moment later, Qinglian appeared.
Qinglian said nervously, "They have come!"
Lu Xuanji said, "The two worlds war has officially begun. Just recently, some Void Refining Cultivators summoned us, wanting to discuss future strategic deployments."
Qinglian said, "Shall we attend?"
Lu Xuanji said, "Of course, we shall attend, but I will send a clone. You should also send a clone!"
Qinglian nodded, "Alright!"
The stronger one is, the more they cherish their life.
The stronger one is, the more they must hide their whereabouts, and be extremely cautious to avoid being ambushed by certain people.
When a strong person summons them for a meeting, naturally they must attend.
But it won’t be their true body that attends, only a clone.
Safety first.
Shiwishh!
At this moment, the void shattered, and two shadows disappeared into the endless void.
Sensing a certain coordinate, they advanced towards it.
After advancing for a moment in the void, they sensed a grotto heaven.
The two figures flickered and entered the grotto heaven.
A cultivator appeared ahead.
This cultivator’s aura was powerful, a Void Refining Powerhouse, but he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists have arrived, this way!"
Lu Xuanji and Qinglian exchanged a glance and entered the palace.
From the outside, the palace appeared small, but upon entering, they discovered the palace was vast in size.
The palace was luxurious and grand, resplendent with gold and jade. Seats were arranged inside, intertwining with each other, resembling the setting for a meeting.
These seats varied in height and rank.
Inside the palace, seats were arranged, and in front of each seat was a table with spirit tea, pastries, and other items. This time, seats were divided into three tiers; the golden seats were luxurious and elegant, positioned the highest and most prominent in the center.
Silver seats were scattered around, slightly lower in rank, but more numerous.
On the periphery were bronze seats, the most numerous and also the most diverse.
Some cultivators were already seated on these seats.
"Friend, please ascend to the golden seat!!"
The cultivator said.
Lu Xuanji said, "Thank you!"
Under guidance, Lu Xuanji sat on a golden seat, with Qinglian close by, seated on another golden chair.
One by one, other cultivators arrived, being led to different positions.
Void Refining Cultivators sat on golden chairs;
Divinity Transformation Cultivators sat on silver chairs;
Nascent Soul Cultivators sat on bronze chairs.
As for Golden Core Cultivators and lower level cultivators, they were not even worthy of attending this meeting.
A multitude of cultivators gathered here, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, densely packed.
In the crowd, Lu Xuanji spotted some familiar figures, like Lu Fan, Lu Xian, and many cultivators of the Lu Family, although some were absent; he also saw some cultivators from Chu Country, some from Yue Country, some from Wu Country, and other nations’ cultivators.
In the Eastern Wilderness, about seven layers of forces gathered here, truly a gathering of the strong.
Buzz buzz!
At this moment, the void flickered, and a towering man appeared, wearing silver battle armor, his aura ancient and desolate, holding a long saber in his hand.
He appeared in the grand hall.
A purple gold throne materialized in the void.
The silver-armored man stepped forward and ascended to the purple gold throne, sitting atop it.
A unique aura pressed down on the entire scene, the pressure from a higher dimensional being onto lower dimensional life.
The cultivators present all bowed their heads, avoiding the pressure.
Lu Xuanji instinctively lowered his head, feeling his soul tremble, and his bloodline in fear.
This silver-armored cultivator seemed to be only at the first layer of Void Refining but his aura was incredibly powerful, almost like that of an Immortal.
"This is a clone of a Tribulation Crossing Great Power. In cultivation, it’s only at the first layer of Void Refining, but its strength is unfathomable," Lu Xuanji thought, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
Only a clone had come here.
Even if it perished here, it would only be a minor issue.
At this moment, the silver-armored cultivator spoke, "My name is Daoist Carefree, my cultivation is at the eighth layer of Tribulation Crossing, born in the Eastern Wilderness. I once slumbered in this land, but was forcefully awakened by the invasion of Feiyu World. We face a crisis; if the Purple Mansion Realm is destroyed, we cultivators will lose our foundation, at worst perishing, at best becoming the Slave Race!"
"Once, Feiyu World only had the Feather Demon Race, but after swallowing multiple worlds in succession, it now has the Human Race, Celestial Demon Race, Barbarian Demon Race, Blood Demon Pearl, Divine Race, and many other minor races. These minor races are all slaves of the Feather Demon Race. Once, these races lost their former Great Worlds and lost protection, becoming subjugates."
