The last time Lu Ye obtained a drop of Sacred Blood in the Empyrean Sea, it was both a matter of luck and the result of his unique cultivation method.

During his cultivation, he would activate the power of his Talent Tree, making his entire location resemble a bottomless black hole, crazily devouring everything around.

That drop of Sacred Blood must have floated nearby and was drawn in as a result.

If Lu Ye hadn't used that cultivation method, he wouldn't have had the chance to obtain the Sacred Blood.

This method relies heavily on luck and also severely depletes the Talent Tree, so it's not something to be used casually.

Currently, if Lu Ye wants to find more Sacred Blood, he can only rely on luck. Of course, searching for Sacred Blood is secondary; his main interest is to explore the mysteries of the Blood River.

As for whether he will gain anything, it's hard to say.

Time passes.

In the Empyrean Sea, on the Sacred Mountain of the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, top human race cultivators, led by Feng Wujiang, stand solemnly prepared.

The Sacred Land has long been monitoring the movements of the Blood Race army, waiting for this day, because, according to prior plans and projections, the day the Blood Race army launches an assault on the Righteous Blood Sacred Land is when the opportunity for battle arises.

Now, the moment has finally arrived!

The Heaven's Augury Pillar that Lu Ye had left behind was long since positioned around the Empyrean Sea, ready to emerge when the time came, serving as the teleportation anchor for the Nine Provinces cultivators.

Inside the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, two Heaven's Augury Pillars were also placed.

In this way, some Nine Provinces cultivators can directly teleport into the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, bolstering the forces here.

Figures of cultivators fly in from all directions of the Empyrean Sea, reporting streams of reconnaissance information.

As time progresses, the Blood Race army draws closer to the Sacred Land, close enough for the many top experts to vaguely see the vast formation of the enemy forces with their ocular power.

When the Blood Race army is only half a day's journey away from the Sacred Land, Feng Wujiang lightly exhales, turns to the many top human race cultivators, and says, "I entrust this battle to you all."

Though they have the entire Nine Provinces cultivation world as a firm backing, the Righteous Blood Sacred Land is not without risks; they need to withstand the initial onslaught of the Blood Race army to buy time for the Nine Provinces cultivators to gather and teleport.

Fortunately, this shouldn't be too difficult, as every time the Blood Race comes to besiege, they initially send a large number of miscellaneous soldiers to deplete the human race's strength. Although the final defense of the Sacred Land shows a breach, enduring for a while should not be a problem.

As long as they can hold out until reinforcements from the Nine Provinces arrive, they can stabilize the situation.

Everyone returns the salute and, following previously assigned positions, swiftly disperses. In an instant, the entire Sacred Island is engulfed in an atmosphere of killing intent.

The formation of the Blood Race army becomes increasingly clear; compared to the past, their forces are undoubtedly much larger, and according to information heard from the Sacred Island, the number of Sacred Seeds accompanying the army this time cannot be compared to the past, at least double in number.

The Blood Race is determined to thoroughly uproot the Righteous Blood Sacred Land this time.

Without any pre-battle declaration or probing, when the Blood Race army arrives at their predetermined position, as usual, a large number of Blood Race members cast Blood Techniques, converging the Blood River. In an instant, the blood-red color connects heaven and earth, covering the blood sea above the Empyrean Sea, from which endless wails and howls of the Blood Race emerge, launching an attack on the Righteous Blood Sacred Land as the blood sea surged.

Moments later, on the small island lines defending the Sacred Land, the formation powers were activated, streams of light shooting in all directions, plunging into the vast blood sea.

Most of the attacks were neutralized by the power of the blood sea, but the edges of the blood sea were continuously eroded by the relentless onslaught, and the moment Blood Race members hiding within revealed themselves, they found no place to die in peace.

For a time, Blood Race corpses fell like dumplings plummeting downwards.

From above, the surroundings of the Sacred Island seemed to be encroached upon by four blood clouds, yet they were met with relentless beams of light, rendering those blood clouds unable to advance a single step forward.

At the instant the war between the two sides commenced, the entire Sacred Island trembled violently.

On the eastern and western ends of the Sacred Island, in two empty fields, two Heaven's Augury Pillars burst from the ground. As the Heaven's Augury Pillars broke through the soil, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens and earth was frantically devoured, seemingly about to be exhausted in an instant.

It was at this moment that countless cultivators in the Nine Provinces, who had been waiting, suddenly opened their eyes, each receiving an epiphany.

In Haotian City, the Heaven's Augury Hall had been dismantled, leaving only a bare Heaven's Augury Pillar standing, and around the pillar, countless cultivators sat awaiting orderly.

At the closest position to the Heaven's Augury Pillar, Pang Zhen, Long Bai, and Thang Yifeng simultaneously stood, a low shout emanating from Pang Zhen's mouth, "Depart!"

The three raised their hands and pressed against the Heaven's Augury Pillar, their figures vanishing instantly.

Following the three of them, the Bingzhou army battalion composed of elite experts from two major camps came in succession, with the Heaven's Augury Pillar seemingly a black hole, causing all who touched it to disappear in a blink.

At Righteous Blood Sect on Righteous Peak, Shui Yuan felt a revelation, "It has begun!"

She turned to Pang Huanyin and said, "I'll go scout the way first, you all follow."

Pang Huanyin nodded, "Senior sister, be careful."

Shui Yuan raised her hand and pressed it on the Heaven's Augury Pillar.

The Loyal Heart Sect's Sect Leader, who had been in seclusion for life and death matters for many years, had finally emerged. The reason this old Sect Leader entered seclusion was to comprehend the mysteries beyond the Divine Sea, but ever since Lu Ye disclosed the world's foundation issues, the top Divine Sea Realm experts of the Nine Provinces finally understood that their inability to break through their current realm wasn't due to lack of effort or talent, but the inadequacy of the world...

In this light, being in seclusion for life and death seemed utterly pointless.

Thus, the old Sect Leader emerged, leading the Loyal Heart Sect's cultivators; from the Cloud River Realm onwards, a full eighty percent would participate in this expedition.

There were quite a few cultivators here, but they were not all from the Loyal Heart Sect, as some elite members had joined the Bingzhou army battalion.

This was a choice every big sect made; not putting all the eggs in one basket, and splitting forces into two places was the most prudent decision.

If possible, they would split forces even more, but considering they were unfamiliar with the situation in the Blood Refinement World and did not know the strength of the Blood Race there, it was ultimately decided that after dispatching a part of the elite to the battalion, the remainder would act as a whole sect.

This choice was identical to that of the Righteous Blood Sect, except the Righteous Blood Sect merged forces with the Ziwei Dao Palace.

Qiu Min stood quietly among the crowd, outwardly calm, but her mind was in turmoil.

Ever since Lu Ye came and informed her about the Righteous Blood Sacred Land and Feng Wujiang, Qiu Min had been eagerly anticipating this day. Hearing is one thing, seeing is another; even though she knew Lu Ye wouldn't deceive her about this, she dared not easily believe until she saw Feng Wujiang with her own eyes.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, especially for her, who had long accepted Feng Wujiang's demise. If at this moment she were given hope only for it to shatter, the blow would be unimaginably heavy.

A warm hand held hers. Qiu Min turned to see it was Feng Yuechan. Mother and daughter exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.

Qiu Min looked forward to this day, just as Feng Yuechan did. She had no memory of her father because when Feng Wujiang was killed in action, she was still in Qiu Min's womb. From birth, she had never seen Feng Wujiang.

But she grew up hearing the legends of Feng Wujiang and had more reverence and admiration for her father than anyone else.

She had thought she would never have the chance to meet him in her lifetime; who would have thought there would be such a twist of fate?

Beside them, Li Baxian's expression was extremely somber!

He had always worried about one thing—whether he would be beaten to death alive when he saw his senior brother again!

Even though he had always corrected Feng Yuechan's form of address for him, he had never truly considered himself a Master Uncle. They grew up together as childhood sweethearts. When his spiritual orifice was broken and he was stuck in the Spirit Stream Realm, Feng Yuechan even suppressed her own cultivation for his sake, choosing not to advance so she could stay with him on the Spirit Stream battlefield.

To know those years were the golden era for a cultivator to advance to higher realms, how could he not understand Feng Yuechan's feelings toward him?

But ultimately, because of the difference in seniority, he neither dared nor was willing to face his own heart, always thinking of delaying it, delaying further...

But now he knew that he could no longer delay.

He was about to meet his senior brother again; if he delayed any further, his senior brother might truly resort to violence.

He was a sword cultivator, and in this world, there were only sword cultivators who face difficulties head-on, not those who flee or retreat!

Li Baxian immediately made up his mind, his posture becoming much more upright, and he felt a clarity in his Sword Heart.

Qiu Min noticed something and glanced at Li Baxian, her face showing a thoughtful expression before she pursed her lips and smiled.

"Let's go!" she called out, leading Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian forward together.

At the Nameless Peak, there was an abandoned Heaven's Augury Pillar. Many years ago, there was a sect here, but it was later annihilated, leaving only the Heaven's Augury Pillar behind.

Mount Tai stepped towards the Heaven's Augury Pillar, a smile on his lips.

Who would have thought that what Lu Ye told him would actually happen just like that? Although when Lu Ye came and discussed certain matters with him, he didn't think Lu Ye was lying, his instinctive caution still made him dare not have too many expectations and hopes.

Until this moment!

Yu Daiwei followed closely behind him, her face full of wonder. Having followed Mount Tai for so many years, she had never seen such an expression on his face, as if filled with boundless anticipation yet tinged with some apprehension.

In her mind, Mount Tai was a man of infinite possibilities and ingenuity, and it was hard to imagine such a man showing this strange expression.

Soon, the two arrived before the Heaven's Augury Pillar, and together they raised their hands and pressed them onto it.

"If only you truly are still alive!" Mount Tai murmured softly, his figure vanishing without a trace.

At the same time, across the Nine Provinces, in front of each sect's Heaven's Augury Pillar, one figure after another disappeared. In just the time it takes for one incense stick, over eighty percent of the Nine Provinces cultivators were gone.