The old man with the whip patted Huang Tiangong on the shoulder, "I say, Little Huang! You have to keep a close eye on this! I don't know when it's right to lay the foundation. You say go, and I'll go!"

Huang Tiangong, with tears in his eyes, said, "Take your time, old man. No rush. The fissure over there hasn't stopped yet. Let's wait until it does."

The break in Liangjie Mountain continued to widen, and over ten thousand Tian Hun (celestial souls) gathered on the mountain peak, rising higher and higher like a flood held back by a dam.

It was foreseeable that once the Tian Hun launched their assault, it would be like a river bursting its banks, impossible to stop.

Jun Jixue, his face calm, summoned a subordinate, "Feng Xinzi, you are in charge of intelligence under me."

"This time, I don't need you to find any intelligence for me. All I need you to do is to record everything that happens in front of Liangjie Mountain completely and accurately. Spread the heroic deeds of us all throughout the world of术道 (Shu Dao: the esoteric arts) is all I ask."

"Lord…" The man immediately knelt down. "Please, my Lord, let me stay with you!"

"There are plenty of people who can deliver messages. I want to follow my lord into battle."

Jun Jixue shook his head. "This news must be sent out. I don't trust anyone else to do it."

"Go. There's no shame in it."

The man couldn't hold back any longer and knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

Jun Jixue ignored him and continued to look up at the gate of the Tian Lao (Heavenly Prison).

A moment later, Liangjie Mountain finally stopped shaking.

A chasm about twenty meters wide and of unfathomable depth opened up at the foot of Liangjie Mountain.

This distance was enough to prevent more than 90% of術士 (Shu Shi: practitioners of the esoteric arts) from flying across. But to the Tian Hun, it was a distance that could be crossed in the blink of an eye.

The Tian Hun could fearlessly fly across the chasm and kill the Shu Shi, but the heroes of術道 (Shu Dao: the esoteric arts) could not cross the trench and directly attack Liangjie Mountain.

Huang Tiangong said sternly, "Old Master, the time has come."

The old man with the whip pulled a piece of red cloth from his pocket. "Blindfold the horses."

All the drivers pulled out strips of cloth and blindfolded their horses. The horses, unable to see, could only listen to the drivers' commands.

Men did not fear death, and horses did not stop.

The whip pointed the way to their road to the Yellow Springs.

The old man with the whip took two deep puffs of his cigarette and threw the butt away. "Old brothers, let's go!"

One by one, cigarette butts flew from the drivers' hands like sparks.

The cracking of whips echoed like thunder, splitting the sky.

One hundred and twenty carriages galloped forward.

The white hair of one hundred and twenty men danced wildly in the wind.

The flying dust gradually approached the deep trench of Liangjie Mountain, and the old man with the whip straightened his back on the carriage.

As the last crack of the whip echoed in the air, the carriage lifted off the ground and plunged headfirst towards the foot of the mountain.

The sound of falling rocks echoed from afar. The Shigan Dang (stone dared to block), stained with blood, was rooted in the ground, and the red light of hot blood soared into the sky, surrounding Liangjie Mountain like a blazing sun.

Though the whips were old, their blood was still hot, and their iron bones were unyielding. They used their blood and bones to build a foundation that would forever镇 (zhen: suppress/guard) the two realms.

Huang Tiangong wiped away his tears fiercely. "Disciples of Tiangong, go! Lay bridges, build cities!"

The disciples of Tiangong, driving ladder trucks, charged towards the chasm.

Jun Jixue waved his hand. "Archers, provide cover! The Sixteen Heavenly Fiends Generals, lead three hundred vanguard troops, kill over there, and seize the bridgehead!"

"Charge!" Sixteen locomotives, roaring, charged up the hillside through the gaps in the crowd. As they flew across the chasm to the other side, the Tian Hun on the mountain poured down like a flood that had burst its banks.

The Sixteen Heavenly Fiends Generals drew their swords and led three hundred iron guards to meet the rolling Tian Hun.

As soon as the two sides made contact, the three hundred men were engulfed by the overwhelming Tian Hun. In the next moment, three hundred rays of sword light forcefully tore a gap in the endless sea of souls.

The Sixteen Heavenly Fiends Generals desperately blocked the Tian Hun with their flesh and blood, and the disciples of Tiangong also brought the steel ladders to the edge of the trench.

As the steel ladders extended towards the opposite side, countless Tian Hun had already bypassed the defense line set up by the Sixteen Generals and were attacking down the mountain from both sides.

Soon after, the Tian Hun crashed into the red light emitted by the Shigan Dang (stone dared to block).

From the foot of the mountain, the phosphorescent fire behind the red light looked like a tide, a magnificent sight of red and green.

However, everyone knew that the Shigan Dang (stone dared to block) could not withstand the endless consumption of the Tian Hun. Before long, the Tian Hun would break through the defense line with their numerical advantage and kill down Liangjie Mountain.

The術道 (Shu Dao: esoteric arts) army had not yet completed its assembly, and the unstoppable Tian Hun would wreak havoc on the mortal world.

Huang Tiangong, who was in charge of the command, had already shouted himself hoarse. "Faster, faster! Extend all the ladders, quickly!"

Jun Jixue said, "Guardians, follow me to charge!"

"No!" Jun Jixue's guards blocked him. "Commander, you are a commander-in-chief, you can't lead the charge!"

Jun Jixue pushed away several of his men. "Now, we are among the few who can cross the chasm. If I don't move, who will stop the Tian Hun?"

"Order…"

Just as Jun Jixue raised his palm, he heard Huang Tiangong shout with all his might, "Disciples of Tiangong, use your bodies as bridges!"

When Jun Jixue looked up, he saw several Tiangong disciples already fallen in pools of blood. The previously slow-moving ladders began to operate frantically, charging across the trench with an unstoppable momentum and reaching the other side!

"Kill!" Jun Jixue drew his sword and charged forward, followed closely by his術士 (Shu Shi: practitioners of the esoteric arts), rushing across the deep ditch and pouncing on the Tian Hun.

Red blood and green phosphorescent fire intertwined halfway up the mountain.