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In the Heavenly Dust forum, new posts were floating about like snowflakes, with every player shocked by the abrupt onset of the main plot, wondering what sort of development would come next.

However, they didn’t have much time to open up discussions within the forum.

Because the Foreign Race didn’t come here for sightseeing, they weren’t here for a vacation on the Heavenly Dust Continent.

They came for slaughter!

Lu Xun sat atop his paper crane, looking at the chaotic posts in the forum. His memory was involuntarily pulled back to his early days playing “Heavenly Dust”.

He was excited back then, thinking the main storyline was finally starting. He believed that if he pushed himself harder, he might rise up!

After the astral anomaly, he excitedly chatted with others in the forum as players playfully conversed. The content and perspectives varied with each conversation.

Many players had a casual attitude. Not a small number were speculating what foreign girls looked like—are they pretty? Do they have good figures? Do they have exotic charm?

As the chatter continued, they suddenly noticed something wrong.

The Foreign Race began to move.

The whole continent, within half an hour after the disappearance of the astral anomaly, descended into chaos!

The Foreign Race launched their first wave of invasion upon their arrival on Heavenly Dust, catching many off guard.

In the eyes of the players, it was as if countless red-named monsters suddenly sprang out.

But in the eyes of the cultivators of the Heavenly Dust Continent, those were countless invaders, killers.

The ancient catastrophe was set to repeat itself tonight and offered no chance for preparations!

Heavy losses were suffered on the side of the Heavenly Dust Continent.

But that was merely the scene from Lu Xun’s past life.

He believed that with the groundwork he had laid beforehand, maybe the current events would take a significantly different course.

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At the Tianque Gate in the Three Thousand Mountain area.

After the dissipation of the three elongated eyes in the sky, Mo Beipo led a group of Elders in burying Tianhe Shangren.

It was at Tianhe Shangren’s own request—it didn’t need excess procedures or ceremonies.

After laying the old master to rest, Mo Beipo and the others gathered together to discuss the recent astral anomaly.

Mo Beipo looked at the group of Elders and said, “According to the message relayed from the Demon Sect, the three eyes that just appeared in the sky are something the Foreign Race worships, as they’re engraved and offered tribute in their altars.”

“That spectacle could quite likely be a signal.”

Mo Beipo looked at the group of Elders of Tianque Gate as he got up and said in a grave tone, “Gentlemen, the catastrophe is near!”

The announcement left everyone breathless.

Mo Beipo continued, “Give the orders. Start preparations and ready for battle at any time.”

“Moreover, pass this piece of information to the entire Three Thousand Mountain Area, tell all the Sects within the Three Thousand Mountains and notify them of Tianque Gate’s stance!”

Tianque Gate’s status was not the same as before. In the Three Thousand Mountain Area, they had now started to resemble the leading sect of all.

Mo Beipo making this decision was because he had unwavering trust in Lu Xun’s words.

According to the message relayed to all cultivators by the Demon Sect, the Foreign Race wasn’t mentioned much, but they were mentioned at crucial points.

Among them, Lu Xun had once again “corpse whipped” Yin Tian. He alleged that when Yin Tian faced death, he looked at Lu Xun with zeal and scorn, and said, “The day ‘I’ descend upon the Heavenly Dust is the day you all perish!”

That sentence, of course, was made up by Lu Xun.

Yin Tian died swiftly. After Lu Xun tormented him, he used the Sword Qi to run him through.

He fabricated this sentence and had the Demon Sect and the teacher announce it to the entire cultivation world for dealing with the present situation!

He wanted everyone to know that the appearance of the three eyes in the sky signaled the beginning of the great war. Everyone should be on alert to prevent being caught off-guard.

He had already made the arrangements that needed to be made. The seeds that needed to be planted were planted. How the situation would develop next was up for time to reveal.

At least, thanks to his efforts, this was no longer a battle with no preparations!

The Elders of Tianque Gate looked to Mo Beipo and said in unison, “As you command!”

Mo Beipo looked at everyone and said with a wry smile, “Who would have thought that the day of the catastrophe would be the day the old master died.”

Hearing his words, all the Elders fell silent.

For Tianque Gate, all of this was too grave.

After a generation’s struggle, Tianque Gate was finally on the rise. There was hope, a vision for the future.

But, the astral catastrophe could potentially destroy everything!

All the things before their eyes could potentially turn out to be an illusion.

As the high-ranking executives of Tianque Gate, they only felt the burden on their shoulders growing heavier.

The future that was once clearly in sight had become blurred once more.

Perhaps, the old master passing away just before the astral anomaly was a way for him to find solace.

At the moment of his passing, his eyes were filled with anticipation and contentment.

If not, the old master might have carried regret with him until his death.

Mo Beipo stood there; he was short but this dwarf stood tall and straight.

He looked around at everyone and said, “Tianque Gate is flourishing under our leadership. We might just elevate it and restore the glory of the Tianque Shangren’s era!”

“Now faced with this catastrophe, are you willing to give up?”

This dwarf stared at each Elder and said, “This catastrophe involves the survival of our Sect. No matter what, we must make sure Tianque Gate survives in our hands!”

The Elders met his gaze and together they said, “Yes!”

As soon as they finished speaking, Mo Beipo furrowed his brows and said, “It’s starting.”

His Divine Sense had detected an extremely frenzied aura.

An innumerable amount of people suddenly appeared in the Three Thousand Mountain Area and a large number of the Foreign Race mobilized from the remaining altars in the area.

This was bound to be a restless night.

Mo Beipo waved his hand and the spear “Lone Bravery” appeared in his grip.

In the years leading up to Tianhe Shangren’s death, he had been carefully guiding Mo Beipo in his cultivation.

He once told him that the art of the “Lone Bravery” spear focuses on the determination and refusal to retreat.

He was the Sect Leader of Tianque Gate, and behind him was his Sect—he had no way of retreating and didn’t want to retreat.

Mo Beipo held “Lone Bravery” and began walking towards the outside of the house.

The candlelight in the house flickered, illuminating the surroundings.

The flame stretched this dwarf’s shadow longer and longer, appearing somewhat tall.

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Lan Xun, driving his paper crane, began flying away from the Western State Border.

He estimated that there were no altars in his vicinity, so no Foreign Race members appeared near him. But not far away, he sensed their presence.

The number of Foreign Race members was too high, so high that his Divine Sense couldn’t detect all of them!

He was still outside the Western State Border, and there were no medium or large-sized Sects nearby.

Places like these will become the heaviest-hit areas during the Foreign Invasion!

He looked at “The Sword Qi is Near” beside him, which whistled in response to Lu Xun’s gaze.

Lu Xun nodded at it, then drove his paper crane to fly forward quickly.