Emperor Level Lottery, Yan Yun’S Eighteen Cavalry!

At this time, Orion had arrived at the mouth of the valley. However, instead of rushing into action, he turned to Yu Xiang and asked, "Yu Xiang, Xiaoyu is investigating. Can you tell me, how many years has the ancestor of the Sword Sect been in seclusion?"

Yu Xiang quickly responded, "More than three hundred years, my lord."

Hearing this, Orion frowned. Three hundred years was a long time...

"Do you think, after these three centuries, that Ancestor Wenjian has any hope of successfully advancing to Emperor Martial?" Orion mused aloud, half speaking to himself and half asking the group.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one dared to answer with certainty. The ancestor of the Wenjian Sect was undoubtedly a figure of extraordinary talent, but whether three centuries of seclusion would lead to achieving Emperor Wu was a question no one could answer with confidence.

Li Sandao, standing nearby, spoke up with calm assurance, "Lord, why worry about three hundred years? Give me just eighty more years, and I can successfully advance to the realm of Emperor Wu!"

His tone was so matter-of-fact that it might have seemed arrogant if not for his reputation. Many cultivators would have scoffed at such a bold claim—after all, eighty years was but a blink of an eye for those with long lifespans. At the King Wu level, one could live for a thousand years, and the higher the realm, the more difficult and slow progress became. It wasn't uncommon for cultivators to be stuck in a single realm for thousands of years, making Li Sandao's words sound almost impossible.

Yet, Orion believed him.

Nothing else needed to be said—those who emerged from the system had the capabilities to back up such claims.

"Haha, Li Sandao, I believe you have that ability," Orion said with a smile. "But as of now, you are not yet a Martial Emperor, and you cannot match one."

Orion lacked the powerful backing of an Emperor Wu, and although Li Sandao was strong, he didn't meet that criteria.

"To be safe, let's do an Emperor-level lottery first," Orion decided. Though he had two powerful Martial Saints by his side, he was cautious. Who knew what kind of danger awaited in the canyon? It was possible they could face a powerful Martial Emperor.

"System, select the Emperor-level lottery!"

[Ding! The host has selected the Emperor-level lottery. The system is drawing...]

[Ding! The lottery is successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the exclusive legion: Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry!]

[The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun: Led by a Half-Emperor! The other seventeen riders are all at the peak level of Martial Saints!]

"General Luo Yi, at your service, my lord!" A tall man, clad in black iron armor with only his eyes visible through a mask, knelt before Orion. Behind him stood seventeen formidable warriors, each equipped with full-moon scimitars and powerful bows. Their presence exuded an intense aura born of countless battles in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The moment the Eighteenth Cavalry of Yanyun appeared, everyone around felt their hairs stand on end. Despite not releasing their aura deliberately, the overwhelming killing intent was palpable. Especially Luo Yi—his presence as a Half-Emperor was so imposing that it felt like standing before a blazing sun.

"Luo Yi! Haha!" Orion was initially stunned, then overjoyed. It seemed that the eighteen riders he had drawn were from a mythical version, explaining their incredible strength—seventeen peak Martial Saints and one Half-Emperor. Even the war horses they rode were monstrous beasts comparable to the Wuzong realm.

This Emperor-level lottery was worth every penny, undoubtedly one of the top rewards available.

"Lord, I sense a powerful aura approaching from the canyon," Luo Yi suddenly said, frowning. Although the opponent was formidable, they were clearly weaker than Luo Yi. However, their presence could still pose a serious threat to Orion's safety.

Orion's eyes narrowed. "A powerful aura? Could it be the ancestor of the Sword Sect?"

He quickly connected the dots—the presence that even Luo Yi found notable must be the ancestor of the Wenjian Sect, who had recently emerged from seclusion.

Orion smiled, feeling that the timing couldn't be more perfect. Luo Yi and the Eighteen Riders had just arrived, and now Ancestor Wenjian had appeared as well. It was an ideal opportunity to test their strength.

"Luo Yi, I leave this to you," Orion said with a confident smile. It was time for Luo Yi to hone his skills against Ancestor Wenjian, a perfect first challenge in this world.

"Yes! The general will not fail you, my lord!" Luo Yi responded in a deep voice, his eyes turning cold as he led the eighteen riders toward the canyon.

"What a powerful aura!" Ancestor Wenjian's eyes narrowed as he sensed a formidable presence rapidly approaching. His expression grew solemn. In the blink of an eye, eighteen masked men with terrifying auras appeared before him.

"I, Luo Yi, have come to take your heads by order of my lord!" Luo Yi declared as he rode forward, nearly reaching Ancestor Wenjian. Even the warhorse he rode—a demon beast with lightning eyes—was so intimidating that Ancestor Wenjian couldn't help but take notice. At the same time, Luo Yi wielded a desert silver spear, pointing it directly at Ancestor Wenjian and Ling Yunfeng from a distance.

Ancestor Wenjian shot a glare at Ling Yunfeng. "Are these the Martial Saints you mentioned?"

Ling Yunfeng's heart sank. Codes. Seventeen peak Martial Saints and one late-stage Half-Emperor. And he, in the early stages of Half-Emperor, had only just awakened and hadn't fully recovered his strength. He was in deep trouble.

Ling Yunfeng was utterly confused. The ones who had attacked him before had clearly been just two Martial Saints. How had over a dozen suddenly appeared?

"This… this can't be real! How could so many masters suddenly appear under Orion's command?" Ling Yunfeng stammered, on the verge of collapse. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—how could he, a powerful Martial Saint, suddenly find himself at the lowest level among those present?

What made even less sense was why, if Orion had such elite forces at his disposal, he had bothered to stage a sneak attack on a mere junior Martial Saint like himself. If Orion had simply confronted him directly, he would have been crushed in an instant. It made no sense!

"Idiot! Can't you see what's happening?!" Ancestor Wenjian scolded, his face dark with anger. Now was not the time to worry about such details. The priority was survival.

Ling Yunfeng fell silent, too scared to speak. He knew his ancestor's temper well enough to fear that if he continued to display ignorance, he might suffer even worse consequences at the hands of Ancestor Wenjian himself.