Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The defenses were extremely strict.

In the middle of the tent, a large map was hanging.

Standing before the map were nine figures dressed in ornate rune armor, wearing capes, pointing and discussing the map.

Each of these nine individuals had an aged appearance, even the youngest among them was white-haired, as if they had weathered many storms.

Though they appeared incredibly old, the aura surrounding each of them was like an abyssal giant mountain, grand and unfathomable.

The soldiers guarding outside the tent seemed like fireflies compared to these nine.

"The seas around the Kingdom of Immortals have been secured by the previous generations of kings for a whole sixty-year cycle, and no Evil Gods or Incense Fire Dao evil cultivators can escape from the east, south, or west!"

"Plus, with the Dragon Transformation Pool overlooking to suppress all Evil Gods, it's a foolproof plan!"

"But the Kingdom of Immortals is now but a minor ailment. In my opinion, after dealing with these Evil Gods, a swift advance to Zhongsheng Continent is most crucial."

"Zhongsheng Continent..."

The atmosphere among the nine within the tent immediately became subtle.

Then, the oldest among them scanned the soldiers outside, his gaze sharply passing over the remaining eight, his Qi and Blood surging as his words reached their ears:

"I believe all of you are aware, Supreme Dragon Transformation personally went to persuade Martial Ancestor tirelessly for us to get this opportunity."

"You should all understand how rare this chance is. Though Class V True Martial Cultivators have appeared across generations, we alone have glimpsed hope!"

"Therefore—"

"I will not allow anyone to ruin this opportunity!"

"I can't manage the distant Zhongsheng Continent, but no one should cause any trouble in this battle!"

"If anyone dares to make a mistake..."

Though he had an aged face, years of slaughter had filled him with a far more ferocious and overwhelming Blood Energy than the others. As he gazed over them, a chill ran down their spines.

Hearing his words, varied expressions appeared in the eyes of the other eight.

Some agreed, some sneered, some showed disdain, others were displeased...

"Northern King's words are quite unreasonable."

One of them voiced dissatisfaction, saying:

"What sort of existence is Martial Ancestor? If he were unwilling, what good would Supreme Dragon Transformation's persuasions do?"

"Supreme Dragon Transformation is ultimately a cultivator's magic treasure, not one of us!"

"I even suspect he might be the Ancestor from that Huangji Continent, otherwise why would he frequently associate with you?"

"Humph! Those not of our kind must have different intentions!"

Upon these words, the expressions of the people in the tent subtly shifted.

Some of them even looked slightly embarrassed.

However, this person did not notice, glaring at the Northern King with a dangerous look:

"Moreover, you and I have always devoted ourselves to sparing mortals from the oppression of these cultivators, caring little about lifespan. We didn't join Martial Ancestor for this, and even if Martial Ancestor bestows the 'Life Extension' technique, what sort of opportunity is that?"

"Now, as we fight against the Kingdom of Immortals, while they struggle like trapped beasts, you don't consider saving our children from too many losses, yet you spout nonsense for this life extension. Let me ask you, do you fight for the True Martial Great Dao, to free mortals from oppression, or for your Northern King's wealth, glory, and immortality?"

"You!"

The Northern King glared, his aura surging!

He stared intently at the person, with ferocity and peril in his eyes, but ultimately withdrew his gaze, bowing slightly as if subdued, saying in a low voice:

"Eastern King jests. Since the day I entered the Dao of True Martial, I vowed to fight for us mortals. But if we can live longer, wouldn't we better serve the mortals? Fellow colleagues, I think you all have the same thought, Southern King, Western King... you think so too, right?"

He turned to look at the others.

Seeing themselves drawn into the argument, the crowd hastily appeased, and the Eastern King finally spoke no more, frowning only to say:

"Enough, don't think others don't see through your intentions?"

"If not for the Northern King's excessive words today, I wouldn't bother to speak so much. As for you... humph, I've turned a blind ear to the shady things you do for survival. Just remember our True Martial disciples, let them not shed blood or tears in vain!"

Those caught in the Eastern King's gaze immediately turned pale, then flushed.

Yet seeing the upright demeanor, coupled with an aura even stronger than theirs, no one dared to retort.

In each other's furtive eyes flickered indescribable meanings.

Yet the Eastern King seemed unaware, or perhaps he knew but didn't care.

In this awkward atmosphere, the nine hurriedly confirmed their plan to encircle and annihilate the Kingdom of Immortals and arranged the corresponding details.

Soon, commands swiftly issued from the tent to the military camp.

And the True Martial Cultivator Army stationed in the northern Jingyuan Continent, like a slumbering giant lion, finally began to awaken.

Groups of at least Class III True Martial members rushed to the northern bank of the gorge.

Among them, several units of Class IV True Martial members formed unique formations, equipped with God-breaking Crossbows, showing exemplary discipline and formidable prowess.

In stark contrast to the unruly and individualistic ways of the cultivators in large-scale battles, the strict discipline and self-awareness of these True Martial cultivators were simply on a different level.