Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 722 - 621 Holy Light Ancient Country

With a wave of the hand, the Forbidden Army came forth to attack.

The Forbidden Army consisted of only five hundred people, all with Golden Core Cultivation, and the two leaders possessed Nascent Soul Cultivation.

Accompanied by an order, the Forbidden Army gathered together, energies linked, forming a supreme Array, transforming into a True Dragon.

Roar, roar!

The True Dragon roared, attacking the golden-haired man.

The cultivators guarding the vicinity of the golden-haired man all tried to fend off the attack.

Yet it was all futile. In just a brief moment, seven or eight guards were killed.

The golden-haired man saw the murderous intent in Lu Xuanji's eyes, feeling a chill in his heart and for the first time sensing danger: "Wait, if you kill me now, there will be no chance for reconciliation."

Lu Xuanji said coldly, "If you have the ability, let the Holy Light Ancestor come and destroy me. He is old, his influence is waning."

The Forbidden Army attacked again.

Boom, boom, boom!

Terrifying energies clashed together as both sides fell into a fierce battle.

The cultivators of the Holy Light Ancient Country were defeated, fleeing in panic. But the next moment, the Forbidden Army's formation changed, attacking from another angle, cutting off any chance of escape.

In just an instant, they were all killed.

At this moment, a civil servant stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, we've killed the envoy of the Holy Light Ancient Country, this is big trouble. The Holy Light Ancient Country has always been domineering, destroying many hostile forces over the years. We've killed their envoy, if the Holy Light Ancestor takes action, our Song Country will be destroyed!"

Lu Xuanji laughed, "You don't understand, if it were in the past, by killing the envoy of the Holy Light Ancient Country like this, the next day they would dispatch strong warriors to annihilate us. At that time, I would surely become a fugitive.

It's a pity, the two-world war has erupted!

Recently, I've received some insider news. All cultivators above Divinity Transformation in our Feiyu Realm are required to report to the Undying Ancient City, and serve at the two-world battlefield. Divinity Transformation cultivators must serve for a thousand years, Void Refining cultivators for two thousand years. Our Holy Light Ancestor is also within this range of conscription."

"Considering the vast size of the Feiyu Realm, with some areas connected inconveniently and travel being difficult, this Holy Light Ancestor has ten years to prepare, and must go to serve within these ten years."

"Now, the Holy Light Ancestor has no regard for us... The battlefield between the two realms is extremely dangerous, even the Tribulation Crossing Ancestor might fall, let alone a mere Divinity Transformation. The Holy Light Ancestor needs to serve a thousand years, can he survive in such intense battles?"

Lu Xuanji sneered while revealing the latest intelligence.

A Divinity Transformation cultivator seems immensely powerful.

But on the two-world battlefield, amidst the fierce combat at the frontline, they are just small soldiers, merely slightly larger cannon fodder.

As for those below Divinity Transformation, they don't even qualify as cannon fodder, lacking the qualification to serve at the frontline.

On the frontline, where fights are intense, the death rate for Divinity Transformation cultivators is high, and they might fall at any time on the battlefield.

Now, this Holy Light Ancestor is busy gathering top-grade spirit stones or superior spirit medicines or elixirs, preparing supplies for the battle coming soon.

Regarding other minor matters, there's no time to care and can't afford to care.

Many ministers listened, their expressions slightly changing, some filled with joy while others remained anxious.

The civil servant advised again, "Majesty, be cautious. A cornered dog might still jump over the wall, let alone a Divinity Transformation Great Cultivator!"

Lu Xuanji laughed, "No worries. Even if the Holy Light Ancestor suddenly attacks, I can seize the chance to escape. As long as I am alive, I can rebuild Song Country. Likewise, without absolute certainty to kill me, the Holy Light Ancestor won't attack Song Country."

Often, there's no need to defeat the enemy or have the power to match them, a certain deterrence is enough.

The numerous ministers nodded and left anxiously.

…

About a hundred thousand miles away from Song Country, there lies a Divine Land.

In this piece of Divine Land, Spirit Veins are buried underground, intertwining like the veins of a human body; under the transformation of these Spirit Veins, the soil emits a purplish-black hue, quite suitable for the growth of spirit medicines and spirit rice.

Around thirty thousand years ago, a group of Feather Demon Race established a Cultivation Realm here, opened a capital city, built arrays, planted spirit medicines, and bred population, gradually becoming a Cultivation Powerhouse.

Through powerful forces, they conquered nearby Cultivation Realms.

After killing many cultivators, they established themselves as overlords, titled the Holy Light Ancient Country.

Yet in recent years, the Holy Light Ancient Country has shown signs of instability.

Within the capital city, in an ancient palace, a guard was reporting news: "Your Highness, the Sovereign of Song Country has violated the laws set by our country, secretly took action, and annihilated Yuan Country. Our country sent envoys to warn them, but the Song Country Sovereign boldly killed the envoy, provoked our country."

"Please, Your Majesty, take action to destroy Song Country and annihilate its nine clans!"

A man stood at the front, clad in an imperial robe, a crown on his head, exuding a majestic aura, a golden sword at his waist, opening with a commanding aura: "I understand!"

The guard nodded and quietly retreated.

The man frowned slightly, got up and left, arriving at the garden gate, standing outside, and reported: "Father, your child has important matters to report!"

"Come in then!"

At this moment, an old voice came.

The man entered the garden, looking ahead, seeing an elder with gray hair, an old face, yet with a straight back and a majestic aura.

"Greetings, Father! Recently, there have been forces provoking my Holy Light Ancient Country..."