Just when eleven second-level martial arts masters and two masters of Si Tiantai gathered in the Star Observation Tower to discuss strategies for the upcoming decisive battle.

Kyoto.

Somewhere in a corner.

Here is a group of dilapidated low-rise buildings. It is the most inconspicuous street in Kyoto, and it is also the most peripheral street. In normal times, it is basically a state of ten rooms and nine empty houses. Only ragged beggars begging along the street will be here.

Settlement.

But now, these small houses are crowded with a lot of people. Almost every low house is crowded with at least one family. They are all people who were separated in the demon chaos and luckily escaped to Kyoto.

And right at the corner of this street,

In some inconspicuous low houses.

But I saw many people gathered here, sitting or lying down. They all wore shabby cloth and looked ordinary, as if they were no different from ordinary people.

They all lowered their heads and muttered something.

Get closer and listen carefully.

Then you can faintly hear a little murmuring.

"Blessed by nature..."

"Bliss in the afterlife..."

Along with this murmur, an evil atmosphere seemed to surround the entire room.

Not only this low house, but also several low houses nearby were like this. Each figure's eyes were either dull or numb, and he kept repeating a few prayers in a mechanical murmur.

And right in the center of these low buildings.

This is also a low house, which seems to be the same as the ones outside, but there is only one person in the house. He just sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, his expression is indifferent, and there is silence.

I don't know how long it took.

suddenly.

The door was pushed open gently.

The person in the room suddenly opened his eyes and glanced towards the door. There was a touch of indifference in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Is something wrong?"

"Something's wrong."

Walking in was a young man in gorgeous clothes. He said with a slight smile: "The Demon King has appeared. The battle will be tomorrow at the latest. What are your plans for the Tiansheng Cult?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

The man in the room responded indifferently.

The young man smiled lightly and said: "The things I need to teach the real person are the same as the needs of the born real person. How can it be irrelevant? If it is irrelevant, then how about you not coming out to disturb the situation tomorrow?"

The man in the room looked at him indifferently, and after a while, he slowly said:

"What do you want to talk about?"

"cooperate."

The young man said softly: "Eleven second-grade martial artists, plus two third-grade magicians. This is all the power the imperial court can use this time. Others should not be able to catch up."

"With these alone, it is not difficult to stop the demon king for a while, but if you want to defend the capital and suppress the demon king here, you also need to add the seven hundred years of national destiny of the Great Yuan Dynasty."

"You and I need the same things. If we fight tomorrow, there will be no guarantee that there will be no changes. So today I am here. I just want to say a word to you... We will each take half tomorrow. What do you think?"

While the young man was talking, the men in the room kept staring at him coldly.

Until the words fell, there was no response.

The young man didn't speak anymore, he just looked at the man in the room calmly and looked at him.

I don't know how long has passed.

The man in the room slowly closed his eyes and uttered one word.

"Can."

Quietly.

The figure of the young man disappeared, and the whole person was like a dream bubble, which gradually dimmed and disappeared. The face with a calm and slight smile seemed to be just an illusion.

The man in the room didn't open his eyes again, and just kept sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Until the light shining into the house along the broken window sill gradually dimmed, until night fell, until a ray of morning light rose from the east and illuminated the entire low house again.

The small room was quiet and empty, with not a single person in sight. The man who had been sitting cross-legged in the room had disappeared at some point.

…

It is seventy-six thousand miles west of Kyoto.

Liangzhou.

Here are the eight major sects, Lingyi Sect.

When a ray of morning light broke through the darkness and dawn, bringing vitality to all things, in the extreme west of Liangzhou, on the top of a towering peak, a man looked towards Kyoto.

He is the leader of Lingyi Sect.

One of the nineteen second-level martial artists in the world, and ranked third.

"It's about to begin."

He murmured.

Then he raised his head with deep eyes and looked at the sky, as if he was looking at something, but finally withdrew his gaze, quietly stepped down from the peak step by step, and disappeared into the mountains.

…

North of Kyoto.

Futian Sect.

On the top of the main peak, a figure stood quietly. The golden morning light dyed half of his figure golden, and the magnificent and huge reflection reflected towards the distant foot of the mountain.

"Disaster."

He whispered.

…

At this moment, among the eight major sects located in the north and south of the world, the second-level martial arts masters who have never been to Kyoto are looking at Kyoto from afar no matter where they are.

Including the scattered ordinary sects and families in the world, as well as the state capitals of each state, the masters of martial arts, and those scattered in the mountains and forests of each state, one by one transformed into great monsters.

They all looked at Kyoto in the distance.

I don't know how many eyes were focused on the center of the Great Yuan.

And in Kyoto, where countless eyes are paying attention, on the city wall in the southwest, figures have gathered at some point.

The blood energy of these figures varies in strength. The powerful ones are at the inhuman level and are at the fourth level of martial arts. The weak ones are weak and unstable, as if they are only at the ordinary ninth level.

They are not here to fight.

In other words, not any of them is qualified to participate in this upcoming decisive battle. Even the masters of martial arts can only stand on the edge of this battle.

The figures who come to this city wall are here to witness the fate of Dayuan, the fate of Kyoto, and their own fate.

There are many familiar figures among these people.

Chen Yao is here.

Chen Guang is also there.

Duke Anguo is here, Duke Pingguo is here, King Zhonglie is here, and King Wudu is here.

In these ordinary times, big figures who are rare to see are now standing inconspicuously in every corner of the city wall, with more inconspicuous warriors nearby.

Some are from Yuan Tianwei, some are from gangs in the city, and some are from Tianji Tower and other forces.

The owner of Tianji Building is also here.

He is a third-level martial arts master.

He usually blends in among the crowd and is inconspicuous. Not many people notice him, and no one knows that the inconspicuous old man next to him is the contemporary building owner of Tianji Building.

Yu Cheng, the master of Yuanwu Lane, stood at the front of a section of the city wall, looking far to the southwest.

He looked very calm.

In the era when there were no martial saints, demons invaded the earth. This was destiny, but warriors have been fighting against heaven since they set foot on the martial arts. Even if the demon king appears in this world, he will not succumb to this destiny.

Grandmasters from the Martial Arts Temple, including Grandmaster Qi Li and Grandmaster Xu Su who had gone to Xuanguo Mansion with Yan Hanyu, were also there, standing in front of a section of the city wall.

Look southwest.

It was only early in the morning, and the southwest sky was already reflecting the sunset glow, and the entire sky was filled with red and gold.

That light is still far away.

But bit by bit, it is spreading in the direction of Kyoto.

This strange celestial phenomenon shocked many ordinary people in the city who were not aware of it. They stopped what they were doing and looked at the patches of glow in the southwest sky.
To be continued...