664 Corpses and Swords Falling from Above and the Massive Chariot at the Wilderness (2/2)

Ning Que looked towards the battlefield in the south and watched as the changes in the Heaven and Earth's Qi grew stronger and stronger. He looked on as the sword and talisman flashes grew increasingly frequent, and his expression grew increasingly solemn.

The black horse carriage was still quite a distance from the battlefield, but they had already seen the demise of two powerhouses. How many people were dying in the Wilderness at this moment?

A thin bright line flashed through Ning Que's eyes, which were followed by several more flashes.

He was watching the battlefield in the south, and the light in his eyes was what he saw over there.

Flashes of thunder and lightning were raging on the distant battlefield. The flashes of lightning were not as powerful as real lightning but were closer to the ground. They flashed without stopping and moved around as if they were chasing after someone.

How powerful was the cultivator who could call forth thunder and lightning?

Ning Que thought about what he would do if he were the one pursued by those flashes of lightning. He had no way to deal with them and could only be struck dead. There must also be more than one or two powerhouses of that caliber battling at the moment. What difference could he make if he brought Sangsang over there? Should they face death calmly or did he really expect something else to happen?

Hundreds of thousands of people, along with countless horses and carriages appeared in one place at the same time. That was truly terrifying. Neither Chang'an nor the West-Hill Divine Palace would be able to complete a review of their troops. But in the vast Wilderness, there was enough room for a grand parade or even a battle like this.

The new grass that had just emerged on the Wilderness was drenched in blood and trampled by horses. They had no choice but to die before their time. The grass roots were still there, but all evidence of green had been decimated. The sand that covered the plains had become a light dusting of ash that flew in all directions.

The war between the Desolate and the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army had already gone on for many days.

Even though they were called natural-born warriors and had many powerhouses, the Desolate Man's tribe had no way of defeating the entire world. They were already at a disadvantage at the beginning, and they lost the subsequent battles. They then retreated, and only held on because of their spirits, that had been polished by the millennia in the Cold Region of the Far North. However, everyone knew that the Desolate would not be able to hold on for too long.

The battle took place on the 18th year of the Tang Empire's Tianqi era, the 3449th year of Dazhi in the West-Hill. It was very different from the numerous battles waged over the past years.

In previous wars, cultivators always played a supporting role. Regardless if they were Array Tactical Masters, Talisman Masters or Sword Masters who carried out assassinations, they were not the deciding factor in the outcome of the war. However, in this war, cultivators were very important.

The reason being that it was a holy war launched by the West-Hill Divine Palace. Cultivators from the countries in the Central Plains had all gathered in the Wilderness. Their numbers had led to a great change in the scale of the war.

Priests from the West-Hill Divine Palace, Haotian Taoism cultivation powerhouses from Taoist temples all over the world, cultivators from the South Jin Kingdom's Sword Garret, Haotian Taoism visiting professors from the Great River's Black Ink Garden, the rare Talisman Masters and Array Tactical Masters from the armies of all countries were participating in this war. On the battlefield in the Wilderness, the Qi of Heaven and Earth was controlled by several different threads of Psyche Power, pieces of Fu paper and tactical arrays. The rapid changes caused uneasiness and dramatic changes in nature.

During the late spring in the Wilderness, torrential rain, snow, dew and wind occurred from time to time before disappearing. Chaos and danger reigned on the battlefield and if not for the innately strong bodies the Desolate had, and for the fact that their commander had learned the skills of the Devil's Doctrine on the sly, they would have been defeated during the first attack launched by the Central Plains cultivators and cavalry.

Even though the Desolate had managed to survive, many soldiers had died or were severely injured in the battles. Of course, there were even more soldiers from the Central Plains who had died under their axes and many cultivators who had been killed by ordinary Desolate soldiers.

In short, today's Wilderness was like a waterwheel that pumped water continuously from streams formed by men to the wild. However, the water was made of blood and flesh.

The invisible flesh and blood waterwheel on the Wilderness battlefield came to a slow stop as the two warring sides withdrew their troops temporarily. The West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army and the cultivators wearily returned to camp while the warriors from the Desolate Man's tribe supported their even more exhausted bodies through the wild plains, searching for the bodies of their companions and noting down their names.

There was a massive chariot in the middle of the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army.

The chariot was three stories tall, and its base was made from a whole piece of bronze. The railings on the chariot were made of pure gold that glistened with holy light under the sun; it felt as if it would take away all the brilliance in the world. There was a balcony on the chariot, tucked behind curtains and gauze. No one could see what was inside, but they could make out a tall and large figure.

The chariot's terrace towered over the Wilderness. It was taller than the meadow stretching out in the distance. It also gave off a sense that it reached even higher than the goshawk flying in the sky.

The tallest chariot was of course, for the tallest person.

The tall figure on the chariot was the Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace.

The most mysterious figure in the cultivation world had always been the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, the leader of the Devil's Doctrine. However, there was another saying that the truly most mysterious person was the Hierarch of West-Hill Divine Palace.

However, there wasn't a single person who would dare to use the word mysterious to describe him.

Even the mysterious legends about the Hierarch Lord had an aura of awe and divinity.

The Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace controlled all Haotian Taoism and had the power to overrule emperors in the secural realm. He was the most powerful person in the world and was worshiped by believers of all territories. He also surpassed the Tang Empire's emperor in terms of power.

He was a bigwig standing on the top of the world, but not many have seen his face. The Hierarch Lord had never left Peach Mountain until he appeared in the Wilderness.