"Gentlen, what are your thoughts on the Qin Empire’s invasion of the Tianhuo Domain and the Purple Lightning Domain?"
In the Changeable Mansion, Zhang Zehan, dressed in a purple and gold robe, sat upon the high throne. He surveyed the assembly below and asked authoritatively.
In the dark hall, the three great elders, five protectors, and nurous other elders of the Changeable Mansion heard his words and fell into deep contemplation. For so reason, any matter concerning the Qin Empire always left them feeling at a loss.
No! To be precise, they felt helpless against Saints!
"You are all pillars of the Changeable Mansion. Why are you all silent now? Speak!"
After waiting a while longer and seeing no one speak, Zhang Zehan demanded angrily. A terrifying pressure emanated from him, spreading throughout the hall and making everyone feel as if they were suffocating.
"Mansion Master," Protector Fox hesitated for a mont, then stepped forward, bowed gracefully, and said, "we could wait. The Qin Empire is also attacking the Purple Lightning Domain, and the Alliance will surely try to stop them. We can deploy troops to the border to prevent the Qin Empire from entering the Changeable Domain. Then, we can simply sit back and watch the tigers fight!"
"To watch tigers fight, there must indeed be two tigers," Zhang Zehan shook his head. "But before a Saint of the Qin Empire, can Lin Beye truly be considered an opponent?" Lv Bu’s legendary feat of single-handedly slaying two Saints had already spread throughout the Nine Great Dao Domains. He didn’t believe Lin Beye could stop Lv Bu.
"This..." Protector Fox faltered and shook his head inwardly.
"Father, I believe we should join forces with the Alliance. We can attack the Qin Empire from both the south and the north in a pincer movent and kill Qin Wudao!" Zhang Yangtian declared, taking a step forward. Despite his composed deanor, an intense killing intent and deep-seated hatred emanated from him.
Killing intent for whom? Hatred for whom? It was, without a doubt, directed at Qin Wudao.
Hearing Zhang Yangtian’s proposal, Zhang Zehan’s brows furrowed imperceptibly. For a Martial Artist, excessive hatred towards soone could lead to the formation of a Heart Demon, hindering future cultivation.
Zhang Yangtian is my hope, the future of the Changeable Mansion! He must let go of this obsession with hatred. With a calm heart, he should pursue the Great Dao and ascend to the pinnacle of the Immortal Path.
It seems I must kill Qin Wudao as soon as possible! Zhang Zehan mused, altering his original plan and starting to seriously consider Zhang Yangtian’s suggestion.
Joining forces with the Lin Family-led Alliance seed feasible. The only question is, would the Alliance be willing to put aside their past grievances? As Zhang Zehan pondered, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Gradually, an audacious idea ford in his mind and took deep root.
「Many miles away, in the Forest Realm!」
The Lin Family was also holding a eting, attended exclusively by the family elders.
"Great Elder, you must contact the Ancestor and the Clan Leader quickly! The Qin Empire’s forces will be upon us any mont!" an elder urged, his voice filled with anxiety.
He was still unaware that so ti ago, Lin Beye and Lin Ao Zu had taken Lin Jiewen to the central region of the continent. They were searching for their main clan, whose existence was recorded in ancient texts, and would not be able to return anyti soon.
"The Ancestor and the Clan Leader are wise," the Great Elder announced, seated just below the highest seat. He was dressed in a white robe, his hair and beard as white as snow. Though his fra was thin, his body pulsed with terrifying energy, having reached the Peak of the Semi-Saint realm. "They foresaw the Qin Empire’s invasion and have already departed to seek reinforcents. They will return soon. Everyone, please remain calm and wait patiently!"
"That’s excellent news!" The assembled elders breathed a collective sigh of relief. They generally trusted the Great Elder’s words.
"Relay my orders! Prepare for battle and await the Ancestor’s return!" The Great Elder stood, his voice calm yet firm. His white hair billowed as if in a wind, and he radiated a sharp aura, appearing to fear no one in the world.
"Yes, Sir!" Influenced by his imposing presence, the elders’ fighting spirit surged, their earlier fears vanishing. They rose, saluted, and then departed from the hall to actively prepare for war.
Soon, only the Great Elder remained in the vast hall. Gazing at the empty, ancient chamber, his expression grew heavy. He sighed mournfully, Clan Leader, oh, Clan Leader, you must find our main clan. Otherwise, our Lin Family is in grave danger...
An ancient book, passed down for who knows how many years... is its content truly reliable? He had no certainty himself.
Regardless, I cannot simply stand by and watch the Lin Family fall. Within the Nine Great Dao Domains, there is indeed no power capable of stopping the Qin Empire. But what about outside the Nine Great Dao Domains? Not long after, the Great Elder’s somber voice echoed through the ancient hall, chilling to the bone, "Lin Wei, the clan’s survival is at stake. I have an urgent matter for you to attend to..."
「Elsewhere...」
Besides the Changeable Mansion and the Lin Family, the Azure Empire, Blade Manor, Sword Sect, and Gun City also entered a state of high alert, massing troops on their borders, poised for battle at any mont.
They all understood that, with their own strength, confronting the Qin Empire’s onslaught was akin to throwing an egg against a stone.
But what other choice did they have? For survival, they had to fight! For freedom, they had to fight! Surely, they couldn’t abandon a foundation built over hundreds of thousands of years, bow their heads, and surrender to the Qin Empire without even putting up a struggle, could they?
「Outside Yinshan Pass」
"No!" Outside Yinshan Pass, the bloody aura of slaughter churned violently, like a ten-thousand-foot blood dragon roaring in the Void, its endless killing intent dyeing the Nine Heavens red.
Clutching his war sword, Duan Shouming gazed at the surging tide of Qin Empire soldiers, at the slaughtered Disciples of the Holy Fire Sect, at the corpses strewn everywhere. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a mournful cry, two streams of bloody tears tracing down his cheeks.
"This ends now!" A Qin general, brandishing a blood-soaked sword, lunged forward with a sudden thrust.
Within the dazzling sword light lay an iron-willed Sword Intent, seemingly capable of pulverizing any obstacle in its path.
Your Holiness the Pope, please take care of yourself! Duan Shouming thought, turning his head to glance northward with deep reluctance. It wasn’t that he couldn’t face death; rather, he couldn’t bear to abandon the Duan Family’s foundation, and even more so, he couldn’t leave Duan Yonghui behind.
If he died in battle, Duan Yonghui would have no one left to trust.
"Kill!" Gritting his teeth, Duan Shouming roared. His war sword sliced through the air, carrying a potent murderous intent.
BOOM! The two beams of sword light clashed violently, creating a deafening explosion.
The Qin general’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes glinting coldly. He activated his Cultivation Technique, continuously channeling Spiritual Energy and unleashing his formidable combat prowess.
He stood like an unbreakable wall, repelling Duan Shouming’s attack!
"We are both at the Peak of the Heaven Realm! Why is your cultivation so much stronger?" Duan Shouming’s face flushed crimson, and a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth. He staggered back several steps, utterly horrified.
A single exchange had laid bare the disparity between them!
"Die!" The Qin general’s icy voice was his only reply. Sword Qi enveloped him, surging like a torrential river of blades, emitting sharp CLANGING sounds.
RUMBLE! The torrent of sword sounds intensified. Duan Shouming’s war sword shattered with a CRACK, fragnts flying everywhere. Two pieces struck his head and chest, and hot blood gushed out.
"Have you forgotten? The Great Qin possesses a fourth-grade mustard seed world." The Qin general offered a faint smile before turning to seek other enemies.
No wonder... Duan Shouming suddenly understood. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his once-bright eyes gradually dimming until they lost all light.
An hour later, the elite army of the Holy Fire Sect was completely annihilated. Over three million soldiers had fallen on the battlefield.
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