It was universally acknowledged that only the World's God of Wealth possessed the requisite capability and connections to procure everything needed for the impending great war with the utmost speed! If everyone descended into chaos, busying themselves individually, it would only delay preparations, resulting in more harm than good!
Tang Yuan, however, accepted the responsibility without hesitation, not even feigning false modesty. At a time like this, being overly reserved would only drag down progress, exhausting both the mission and himself!
This is what I’m here for! Compared to me, you lot wouldn't even qualify as amateurs!
Tang Yuan immediately set about his work. With one hand, silver flowed in like a roaring river; with the other, silver poured out like a vast ocean...
Years later, when someone calculated the amount Tang Yuan spent during this period, those who styled themselves as "Gods of Wealth" were instantly struck with profound inferiority...
The money Tang Yuan expended over several months could sustain two superpowers for a decade! It was simply beyond calculation in terms of mere taels...
The entire continent was practically ablaze with fervor.
Among the major noble families, regardless of previous grudges, entanglements, past slights, or even outright enmity, all put aside their differences at this moment and cooperated with full effort. Everything was solely for this one battle!
It didn't matter if someone’s wife had been stolen or their son murdered before...
Personal honor became utterly inconsequential in the face of continental safety and human survival!
At this sudden moment of crisis, the entire Xuan Xuan Continent achieved an unprecedented level of unity!
All strength was directed toward a single objective!
A united heart makes an unbreakable fortress!
Regardless of whether they were originally noble, despicable, vile, or hateful... as long as they were people of this continent, everyone was shouting and striving for the same goal!
To resist the foreign invaders!
Just as Jun Mo Xie had said: To ensure world peace, every single person in the world must feel pressure and fear! Only external threat is the best method to unify hearts!
Only under such circumstances would this continent truly become the most beloved of continents!
Moreover, after this incident, unless some extraordinary accident occurred, the continent's unity and spirit would last for a very long time...
Even Guan Qinghan's maternal family steward mobilized his entire clan to enter the fray under the call to arms!
The continent was boiling. People poured in from all directions—large formations, small squads, or scattered martial arts experts. Countless trickles formed from individual lives converged, flowing like a hundred rivers into the sea, heading toward Heavenly Pillar Mountain!
At this moment, Heavenly Pillar Mountain had unequivocally become the core location of the entire continent!
The undisputed focal point!
It was like an extraordinarily massive lodestone, drawing everyone toward it at the fastest possible speed, regardless of the cost...
Even if the cost of reaching it was their very lives—they went without hesitation!
And now, at the mountain pass entrance of the original Heavenly Pillar Mountain site, it had transformed into an ocean of blood!
The vanguard positions of Heavenly Pillar Mountain had already been held and relinquished by the Remnant Heaven Soul Devourers three times in rotation!
The warriors of the Heaven’s Punishment clans had also rotated through their shifts three times!
The elite fighting strength of the Three Great Holy Lands had also been deployed three times!
Now, the tens of thousands of the Continental Allied Forces were practically all wounded!
Yet, the assault from the foreign invaders continued to roll in like monstrous waves! Whether it was the dawn, the scorching sun, the evening glow, the night wind, the pre-dawn frost, or the snow—there was absolutely no pause!
Countless ferocious faces strained as they swung their blades and swords, stepping over the corpses and blood of their kin, desperately charging forward! They attacked with swords, fists, kicks, and even their very teeth and bodies...
No matter whom one stepped on, the blood beneath their feet would erupt like a geyser...
The bloody mist hanging above was as thick and suffocating as storm clouds poised to crush the city; even taking a breath felt damp with the coppery tang of blood...
The entire battlefield seemed to have descended into absolute madness. Severed heads were visible rolling everywhere, as if tens of thousands of trucks carrying watermelons had overturned simultaneously on this ground...
A hand, which a moment ago was wielding a blade in frenzied hacking, in the next moment was crushed under the feet of an enemy or even an ally, reduced to a smear of pulp!
A mouth, which a moment ago was screaming battle cries and shouting the joy of combat, in the next instant was submerged deep into the bloody mire...
This frenzied fighting, this nearly uncontrollable scene of bloodshed, continued relentlessly, as if it would never conclude!
The sounds of self-detonation echoed constantly from every direction, ceaseless and dense.
It was akin to the entire nation setting off firecrackers to welcome the New Year on New Year's Eve, but where firecrackers celebrate a new beginning, these massive explosions symbolized countless bloody massacres. Every single detonation meant several, or even dozens, of combatants simultaneously embarking on the road to the Yellow Springs, the noise nearly merging into one continuous roar. Every minute, every second, countless masters self-destructed!
Even for those considered masters, under these peculiar circumstances, their profound Xuan arts might not yield much advantage, forcing them to resort to this final, extreme measure. Many were even treated as single-use bombs.
And amid this treacherous battle situation, even more unfortunate souls didn't even have time to self-detonate; they were hacked down by a flurry of blades, then instantly crushed into meat paste, rotting into the dust, dissolving into the sea of blood... Under such fanatical onslaught, even the Heaven’s Punishment warriors and the Remnant Heaven Soul Devourers, with their formidable battle prowess, were unable to successfully counterattack. Every time they managed a breakthrough, the foreign invaders would use their own flesh and blood bodies, coupled with chain detonations, to smash them back. In the vast majority of cases, they were forced into a reactive, defensive posture...
However, no matter which unit it was, regardless of their elite status, they could hold the frontline for, at most, half an hour before suffering substantial casualties.
If they failed to rotate out rapidly after thirty minutes, they risked total annihilation. This applied equally to Heaven’s Punishment forces, the Evil Monarch Estate combatants, or even the highly coordinated small squads of the Remnant Heaven Soul Devourers!
The battle erupted suddenly, yet its brutality exceeded everyone's wildest imagination! Even if tens of thousands of minds worked simultaneously, with tens of thousands of master painters wielding their brushes, they could never capture even a fraction of the intensity of this fight!
Mei Xueyan, clad in snow-white robes, stood high in the mid-air, issuing urgent tactical commands via sound transmission. For three full days and nights, she remained stationary in that spot. Her mouth had not stopped issuing orders for even a single second!
At this moment, Mei Xueyan's mind operated at a blistering pace, non-stop. Even with her current Saint Monarch cultivation and mental endurance, blisters had formed on her lips, and her eyes were webbed with blood vessels! She dared not, could not, afford even a moment of slack!
Because, even the time it took for her to blink an eye might result in the sacrifice of dozens of her own warriors who hadn't received a timely adjustment due to that blink! Losing precious lives!
With Mei Xueyan toiling so hard, what of Jun Mo Xie?
Young Master Jun was currently inside the Hongjun Pagoda World. It must not be misunderstood that the Young Master was heartlessly shirking his duty to enjoy leisure; in fact, the effort Jun Mo Xie was currently expending was in no way less than Mei Xueyan’s, perhaps several times greater!
Before the battle, Jun Mo Xie had stockpiled a massive amount of iron ore within his Hongjun Pagoda space, which was now proving its immense worth.
The Force of Metal was tempered at a reckless, high speed. Countless high-quality weapons poured forth like a metallic river from before him, instantly disappearing to become the sharp implements wielded by every warrior on the field!
All weapons, regardless of their inherent hardness, would turn into scrap metal after violently clashing for half an hour or so on the battlefield—even the divine weapons tempered by the Force of Metal!
Every second, every minute, the impact sustained by each weapon almost reached the maximum limit of a normal training spar.
Even a single, unconscious swing of a blade would result in a series of clangs, because that single, absentminded sweep would minimally clash with five or six longswords and broadswords in front of him. Then, even more weapons would strike against them...
Even warriors who had reached the Saint Emperor level had numerous hands cracked open at the tiger's mouth, forcing them to retreat bleeding...
On the opposite side, the foremost master of the foreign invaders, Chuang Shang Beidao, stood with his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, glaring like a hungry wolf as he constantly bellowed orders: "Advance! Advance! Everyone, even if you die, you must all die right there! Die for me!"
His current command didn't even use the word "Charge," but rather "Die!"
Such a command!
Yes, I order you to die!
Your sole mission is to perish on this battlefield!
Die before the defense line of the Xuan Xuan Continent's human alliance! Do not worry about whether you can break through! Your task is to expend your ultimate combat power, and once spent, die right there!
Do not hold onto any hope of survival!
Yet, facing such an order, the foreign invaders showed absolutely no hesitation, executing it faithfully without even blinking. They charged forward with savage roars, using every ounce of their strength, simply to have their blades clash momentarily with the enemy's weapons, and then be killed by the opponent!
They charged forward, died forward, one after another!
At the fastest rate—a unit of a thousand foreign invaders charged, and before the subsequent force could even catch up... almost stepping on their heels—those thousand had already been turned into mush!
Not even a single complete corpse remained!
In three days and three nights, by the most conservative estimate, at least over three hundred thousand warriors of the foreign invaders had perished on this land! By the end, everyone was fighting by stepping on bone, not on soil!
The thick earth could no longer be felt beneath their feet.
This state of battle, this atmosphere of combat, completely and utterly ignited the latent beastliness within the blood of every living creature! Even the most timid and cowardly person in this world, if they could somehow survive this battlefield, was destined to become an extraordinarily bold figure!