RUMBLE—!!
As the pulse of the earth surged, the massive fissure that had split the land began to mend at a speed visible to the naked eye. The separated earth pulled itself back together, as though driven by an invisible force. Soil rolled and shifted within the land itself, naturally sealing up the enormous crack.
What had once been an insurmountable chasm was now effortlessly erased, replaced by a smooth, even path.
The Immortal City, responding to the rhythm of the land's power, swiftly rolled across the area where the rift had been, flattening it beneath like a boat gliding over water. Not even the slightest resistance was felt.
"Excellent. Mr. Jiang truly wields incredible powers. Such a massive fissure, closed so easily."
Yang Ye clapped and praised joyfully.
With no obstruction, he was naturally thrilled.
"I am a Feng Shui Master. The Dao of Feng Shui is the Dao of Heaven and Earth itself. Feng Shui is the art of harmonizing wind and water with the land. A proper Feng Shui Master must be able to reshape the veins of the earth. Especially since I possess the Mountain-Herding Whip—with it, I can move mountains, fill seas, alter ley lines, and command the powers of the land. Repairing a fissure like this is but a minor feat."
Jiang Ni spoke calmly.
The Mountain-Herding Whip was a supreme treasure, born to regulate the geomantic energy of the earth. Commanding terrestrial power came naturally. Mending a crack in the land was nothing more than a warm-up.
"Move forward. Scouts, stay alert. Since the alien races have taken action, they will not give up easily."
Yang Ye took a deep breath and gave his order decisively.
The alien races had now declared war. The battlefield was the wilderness, and their goal was clear—to prevent the Immortal City from reaching its designated location. If they succeeded, it would be a victory for them. But if the Immortal City made it to its target, it would mark a triumph for the Great Yi. War was just a means. Achieving the objective was the essence of warfare.
War existed for the sake of interests.
"This is likely only a warning. The next move won't be so soft and harmless. If they strike again, it'll be with thunderous force. Just as I predicted, the alien races don't dare confront us head-on. They'll surely rely on the wild forests to create traps and sabotage us."
Wu Yong's eyes flickered with strange light as he spoke with conviction.
This was no end—merely the beginning.
"Hmph, even if it's a sea of blades and fire, our Vermilion Bird Legion will push through. Golden Silver City must arrive at its destined site. His Majesty entrusted this expansion campaign to me. I won't betray that trust—nor will I let down this Vermilion Bird battle banner."
A trace of steel-like determination flashed across Yang Ye's face.
Ogre Tribe
A message quickly arrived within a tent.
Fan Wencheng read the report, and a cold glint surfaced on his pale face. "It seems the human race comes with hostile intent. A single warning wasn't enough to deter them. To repair such a large fissure so easily… The person directing the Immortal City is no ordinary man. Based on our intel, he's the Chief Astrologer of the Great Yi. Truly formidable."
"In that case, there's no need for mercy. Let's give this Vermilion Bird Legion a taste of the Honey Rain. Think of it as a little gift from me."
Fan Wencheng clapped his hands as he spoke.
"Very well. Let the Honey Rain fall."
The strong warriors within the tent revealed savage smiles, as if already savoring the vision of the human army in agony.
"I've made my move. Let's see how the humans respond."
Fan Wencheng muttered as he looked toward the distant horizon.
After crossing the fissure, the Immortal City pressed on, carving its way through the wilderness. Everywhere it passed, trees and vegetation were crushed into powder by tremors from the earth itself, forming a clear path for the Immortal City to travel.
Ferocious birds and beasts fled in panic, startled by the seismic force. But this destruction was minor in the grand scope of the wilderness. The crushed flora dissolved into the soil and would soon nourish it, enriching the land. With the wild's abundant spiritual energy, the vegetation would soon regrow, even more vigorous than before.
In fact, this maneuver thoroughly disrupted any plan the alien races had to use the forest for ambushes or traps.
"There's wind… but something feels off. It smells… fishy."
Yang Yanding, holding his warblade while marching forward, twitched his nose and frowned.
Wind was normal, and many felt it. But Yang Yanding was a body cultivator—his senses far sharper than ordinary soldiers. In this breeze, he detected a rank scent. Not a natural wind—this was a foul wind.
"Fishy? I don't smell that… I smell something… sweet."
Yang Yanping took a deep breath and frowned.
There was a strange, fragrant scent in the wind. One that was unusually pleasant.
It was not a normal wind.
"Something's wrong. There are clouds overhead—but they're yellow. Thick, heavy. And that scent seems to be coming from those clouds."
Wu Yong raised his head, puzzled by the massive yellow cloud now drifting overhead, blotting out the sky.
"That looks like a raincloud."
Yang Ye furrowed his brow.
Rain was not welcome here—not in the wilderness.
Rain here often came as violent storms. Short-lived, yes, but sudden and fierce. Once it started, there would be no avoiding it.
CRACK!!
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
Then the rain began. Heavy drops fell swiftly from the cloud, splashing onto the faces of the soldiers below.
Thankfully, the soldiers were used to such weather. They didn't panic. With their cultivation, this rain couldn't harm them. Once it passed, they could dry themselves instantly.
"Huh? This rain is sweet… like… honey water?"
A soldier licked a drop from his lips and blinked in surprise.
"It is sweet! It's honey! I've tasted this before. And there's… spiritual energy in it. I feel the fatigue in my body fading. What is this rain?"
"It really is honey! I feel so refreshed—like I just bathed in spiritual energy. This is no ordinary rain!"
After a few drops, many soldiers felt invigorated. Their spirits lifted. This wasn't just sweet rain—it was beneficial rain.
"This rain is mixed with honey. But that's impossible. It's not natural. That means… it's man-made."
Wu Yong tasted a drop and immediately recognized its unnatural quality.
This honey wasn't normal—it was some kind of spiritual honey, brewed with care. Its richness and flavor were hundreds—no, thousands—of times stronger than ordinary honey. But how could so much honey have been merged into rainclouds?
"How many hives would it take to make this much honey?"
Yang Yanding gulped down the rain, sensing his body's strength growing. Even old injuries were healing. This was miraculous.
But Wu Yong's face darkened.
"No… Honey, beehives… bees! Damn! We've been tricked!"
His expression turned grim.
"They're using the scent of honey to lure swarms of bees to attack us! Once they smell it, they'll go mad—treating us like thieves trying to steal their honey. This is brilliantly vicious!"
He took a deep breath.
On the Eternal Continent, all species had the potential to mutate. No one knew how terrifying mutated bees might become.
Then they heard it—the hum.
A deep, resonant buzzing filled the air—countless wings vibrating in unison.
"Bees… there are so many bees!"
"They're flying so fast—like bolts from crossbows!"
"Thousands! We can't count them all!"
The soldiers' faces went pale as the swarm approached like a living storm cloud.
Yang Yanping quickly pulled up his communicator and scanned the bees. Instantly, information appeared on the screen:
Bullet Bees – Extremely fast, armored bodies capable of piercing thick iron plates. Non-poisonous but cause massive physical trauma. Impact can punch bloody holes through flesh.
"Vermilion Bird Legion—prepare for defense! Fire Shield!!"
Yang Ye gave the order without hesitation.