Pass the hours of five AM—
"..."
Long Hua emerges from the tent just in time to see a ray of sunlight on the distant horizon.
"..."
Pressing a hand to his head, an expression of discomfort appears on Long Hua's face, as the image of an individual, who is seated beneath a tree's crown—beneath a rainy night, appeared on his mind.
"..."
Shaking his head, and dismissing the image, Long Hua mutters—
"Needless empathy will only serve as shackles... You're right, godfather."
Straightening his back, Long Hua turns his focus onto the current situation.
(I sense battle intent in the air.)
Looking towards a very specific direction, Long Hua spreads his divine senses outwards, and—
"..."
"..."
Emerging from the forest's shadings were the practitioners of the Ling Yuan family—all of whom had a solemn expression on their faces.
And almost as soon as the Ling Yuan family's practitioners had appeared, on the watermill tower—
"They're here!"
"Raise the alarm!"
One of the weapon spirits, who is stationed there, picks up a horn, and blows into it.
*Doooooooo!!!* as the droning sound of the horn is heard throughout the village, everyone emerges from their homes and tents, and looks to the opposite side of the river.
"..."
"..."
Emerging from the tent with Tian Cheng, Yao Ying asks—
"...It's starting?"
"Seems like it."
.........
In less than 15 minutes, a massive crowd is gathered on both sides of the river.
"..."
"..."
Standing at the forefront of the practitioners' group are Qing Ming Yang and Lin Yu Heng; while on the opposite side stands Zhu Xu, Liang Jin He, and the representatives of various Guilds, along with Shao Tianming and Wang Yongning.
It goes without saying that every single weapon spirit already has their Relics in hand.
"..."
Taking a few steps forward, Lin Yu Heng says—
"I'll make the first move."
Spinning his spear with both hands, Lin Yu Heng summons the golden phantom of a serpentine dragon.
And with each rotation of the spear performed, the larger the golden dragon becomes, to which, the weapon spirits look on with wariness, while remarking—
"...That guy, he's definitely a level five Immortal."
"Indeed."
Rather quickly, the dragon grows to a length of 200 meters—with a scale-covered body that is almost no different from the real thing.
Due to how long it takes to wind this attack up, it isn't very practical in live combat; however, using it as the opener of a battle is rather effective.
"..."
"..."
Under normal circumstances, it should be common sense for the opposition to make an attempt to halt Lin Yu Heng's winding of a powerful attack, but none of the weapon spirits are paying any heed to the matter.

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