Centered on Huangtai Fortress, twelve beacon towers have been built along both wings of the Divine Ash Mountain. Each beacon tower serves as a “node” of a mysterious formation, with Huangtai Fortress as the “core,” together forming a vast array. The formation coils atop Divine Ash Mountain like a divine dragon, making it impossible for the Qisha Division to sneak through any part of the mountain.

Normally, this grand formation operates at only ten percent of its power, just enough to monitor the entire Divine Ash Mountain. When all twelve beacon towers are lit, it means the formation is at full power—at that moment, not even a bird could fly through Divine Ash Mountain!

General summoned the formation-savvy Captain and asked in a low voice, “Have you figured it out?”

Captain had just circled the heavenly fire seven or eight times and now, unable to hide his excitement, saluted and reported, “General, this is a divine object from the heavens, an unparalleled opportunity! Outside this heavenly fire are countless small Sumeru worlds, arranged according to the stars of the heavens. The innermost, closest to the flames, are twenty-eight of the most precious small Sumeru worlds, arranged by the twenty-eight lunar mansions. The outer layer is the stars of the heavens—there are at least eighteen hundred small Sumeru worlds! How many treasures could be inside? I don’t even dare to imagine!”

Proud Tiger Soldier couldn’t help but raise his brows several times, took a deep breath to control his excitement, then shouted in a low voice, “Where is the Tiger Roar Battalion?”

Captain George Jenkins strode forward, armor clanking, cupped his fists and responded loudly, “At your command!”

The Tiger Roar Battalion is Proud Tiger Soldier’s personal guard, also not part of the standard one-town-five-battalions structure, with only five hundred men—in fact, they are Proud Tiger Soldier’s private troops. Whether in cultivation or equipment, they far surpass ordinary town soldiers. Captain George Jenkins is also Proud Tiger Soldier’s personally taught chief disciple, the most trusted of the trusted.

“Take your men and guard the heavenly fire. Without my order, anyone who dares approach—kill without mercy!”

“Understood!”

Soon, soldiers of the Tiger Roar Battalion were deployed all around, guarding the heavenly fire.

At this moment, soldiers from various battalions also came out of Huangtai Fortress in small groups. Brian Cooper and his four companions mingled with the crowd and arrived at the mouth of the canyon.

From afar, the heavenly fire was still blazing, stirring boundless heaven and earth energy, which poured out and spread all around. As soon as they got close, Brian Cooper felt, “The concentration of heaven and earth energy has increased a lot.”

Eric King, usually lazy, now showed rare excitement: “It really is a divine object from the heavens—this is the opportunity for all of Huangtai Fortress!”

Jason Clark was even more excited, his fierce eyes shining: “Do you really know what a divine object from the heavens means?

Three thousand years ago, the Northern Expedition Emperor was unremarkable among many princes, unloved by his father, unsupported by his mother’s clan, obscure and ordinary. Above him, the crown prince with great talent and strategy suppressed him; beside him, the third and seventh princes, both famed for their virtue, eyed the throne covetously. He had no chance at all.

But at age fourteen, a divine object suddenly fell from the sky into his residence. From then on, the Northern Expedition Emperor soared to greatness, dazzling his era, overshadowing the other princes. In the end, the old emperor had to depose the crown prince and pass the throne to him.

Afterward, he led the Northern Expedition against the Qisha Division, swept south against the Insect Barbarian Division, resisted the Sea Barbarian Division to the east, and so suppressed the three strongest demon clans of the time that they could not lift their heads, establishing his status as a peerless ruler for the ages!

Fifteen hundred years ago, in the prosperous south of the Yangtze, the wealthy Dayou clan was ruined by disaster brought by wealth—the entire family was killed by the prefect, only the youngest son Samuel Grant escaped, fleeing alone into the mountains, where he happened upon a divine object from the heavens.

Samuel Grant cultivated bitterly in the wild mountains for thirty years, then returned to the world. By then, his old enemy had become Minister of Revenue, wielding immense power, with countless followers and eight top sects at his command—each with a true cultivator at the Life-Communion Realm presiding!

But Samuel Grant advanced triumphantly, crushing his enemies one after another, annihilating the eight great sects. In the end, he was appointed Imperial Preceptor, beginning a five-hundred-year reign as the most powerful minister of the Hongwu Dynasty, suppressing all civil and military cultivators until his ascension finally ended the nightmare.”

He concluded, “With this thing, our strength will skyrocket—after this, we can beat up whoever we want!”

Emily Scott gazed coolly at the ever-burning heavenly fire and said softly, “Three hundred years ago, by the Qingshui River, there was an ordinary girl who washed silk. Her family had many siblings, barely enough clothes to cover themselves, not enough food to fill their bellies—survival was hard, let alone cultivation.

But in just ten years, she miraculously became the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, and in another twenty years, her cultivation surpassed the sect leader. The outside world said she rivaled the Imperial Preceptor Samuel Grant of old, and called her the greatest Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect in all history!

This woman obtained a divine object from the heavens while washing silk by the river!”

“Although each divine object from the heavens is different, there’s no doubt that these incredible treasures have created one legend after another in the cultivation world!”

Although their comrades were all full of anticipation, Brian Cooper was not so optimistic. He always felt something was off. The sages’ books taught him: “Good fortune is where disaster lurks.”

More and more soldiers gathered, their eyes growing brighter. General looked around and shouted, “What’s yours won’t be taken from you!

When the small Sumeru worlds are opened, aside from what must be offered up, the remaining treasures will be distributed according to military rank. Now, all of you get back to your posts and stand guard! This divine object has caused a huge commotion—the Qisha Division has surely noticed. Be on guard for their attack.”