What on earth is Wu Wang planning?
Xiao Jian Daoist stood before a massive map, ten feet wide, his hands clasped behind him in contemplation. He gazed at the topographic map depicting three great lands and a sea territory. His tall, slender figure was like a Longsword drawn from its sheath.
Behind him, dozens of Daoists, old and young, sat or stood, filling the large tent to capacity.
Beneath their feet was not solid earth but clusters of clouds that would not disperse. As the scene slowly rose, outside the tent's gold and blue embroidery was an endless wall of people.
Hundreds of thousands of Immortal Soldiers were arrayed in the sky in three upper and three lower layers, stretching from east to west and facing north.
Below the clouds where the troops were stationed lay the mouth of a great river, its waters gently sliding into the sea. Beneath that, layer upon layer of figures seemed to be hidden.
