In the year three thousand nine hundred and twenty-one of the Dao Calendar, on the sixth day of January.

When Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Sheng, having traversed the teleportation path in Sangfu and chosen to aid Chongxuan Zun, the Jing-Mu War had already drawn to a close.

Jiang Hong of the Southern Tianshi, shouldering the mandate to restore the Sheng Kingdom’s territory, led his army to relentlessly pursue the routed Mu forces. Their warriors lay scattered, their corpses a stark testament to the defeat, and the warhorses of Mu were all marked with the seal of Jing.

Three hundred li deep into the grasslands, a stele was erected, a monument to their achievements!

Before Beigong Nantuo’s passing in battle, at the time of his world-shaking demise, Yan Ping had speculated on the progress of the Jing-Mu War, predicting its end within two to three days, or at most, five to seven.

Yet, for Jing to complete this grand sweep in just two days was still astonishing!

Beigong Nantuo’s death became the turning point of the war. This High Priest of the Divine Crown, a figure whose status in the hearts of many Mu people bordered on divinity, had fallen. With his demise, the previously stalemated battlefield instantly tilted. The morale of the Mu army plummeted to the depths, resulting in a thousand-li collapse.

From the nineteenth day of October in the year three thousand nine hundred and twenty of the Dao Calendar, when the Jing and Mu nations fully engaged in war, to the sixth day of January in the year three thousand nine hundred and twenty-one, when Jiang Hong erected the stele on the grassland.

A total of two months and seventeen days had passed. This fiercely fought, burgeoning overlord war had thus concluded.

Of course, the year-long cyclical conflict between Mu and Sheng that preceded it should not be entirely overlooked. And Li Yuan She, so heavily wounded in this Jing-Mu War, perhaps also deserves to be remembered.

But at its core, this war underscored Jing’s steadfast and unyielding might. It was another declaration by the ancient empire to the entire present world—that a strong Jing still stood, overlooking all, a so-called supreme and noble central empire.

With Jiang Hong’s swift conclusion to the campaign, the Jing court, without hesitation, dispatched a national letter to Linzi on the very same day, stating:

“The Eastern Emperor personally opens:

Jing and Xia are allied nations! I and the Xia Emperor share a brotherhood of righteousness! Though my younger brother may be foolish, rude, and stubbornly obtuse, inviting external calamity, as an elder brother, I cannot fail to rescue him. The Eastern Country possesses the virtue of a rising sun, why does the Eastern Emperor not melt the previous rift, suddenly cease hostilities, and heavily mend our former amiable relations?

Jing bears the responsibility of stabilizing the present world, and I, too, often harbor thoughts of peace.

The people and races of the world are originally one family; truly, old grievances should not be accumulated and new hatreds added.

To charge forth armored and alone with one intent—when will hate have an end? This is not the path of the wise.

With one thought, hate rises, and weapons are drawn, causing pain to a thousand families and tears to ten thousand! This is not the deed of the benevolent.

My words are earnest, my heart is urgent. I only wish the Eastern Country’s Emperor could understand.

If the Eastern Country thus ceases its soldiers, the Central Domain will not hold past grievances.

If the Qi army does not retreat, though I cannot bear it, I cannot but go to my brother nation, to repel the foreign thief with blade and soldier!”

This warning was not merely a warning; or rather, it did not remain at the level of a warning. Even before Jiang Hong’s army had returned, True Monarch Yu Que personally led the Eight Armor’s First Dou E Army as the vanguard, raising his banner and moving south!

All the speculation about Jing’s dilemma, Jing’s difficult choices, Jing’s hesitation (like a rat fearing to smash a valuable object nearby), Jing perhaps not daring to open a second overlord war after the conclusion of the Jing-Mu War—all of it was shattered by this strong stance.

The dominance of the central empire was, for a time, vividly displayed!

Even Qi, with its continuous victories year after year, pressing against all sides, in its prosperous era, with brave soldiers and proud people, was for a time struck with panic.

Holding the blade and standing ready to face them this time was, after all, Jing. After all, it was the empire that had continuously held the position of the first empire in the Central Domain since the restart of the Dao Calendar!

Carrying the great might of having just broken Mu, they pressed against Eastern Qi. Upon hearing this, panic spread for a time, and memorials rained down, flying to the Qi Emperor’s desk.

A glance revealed that most were pleas for the emperor to consider the overall situation and issue imperial orders for the front line to retreat its soldiers.

Among them, the great scholar Er Fengming, who had once written the grand essay “On Merit and Demerit,” almost cementing Jiang Wang’s infamous reputation and causing him to be trampled by ten thousand people, now submitted a grandiose ten-thousand-word missive to the emperor. Written in a magnificent style, its core message was a single sentence—as long as the green mountains remain, one need not worry about firewood. The emperor should prioritize preserving the strength of the Qi army.

Cao Jie was not Jiang Wang; Er Fengming, of course, dared not openly scold that person without substantial evidence.

He even fundamentally dared not mention fierce names like Chongxuan Chu Liang.

But words such as, “The front line privately counts great merits, why abandon retreating soldiers!” were indeed not few.

Within the court and among the populace, there were quite a few supporters.

Many regarded his voice as a voice of gold and jade, and his person as the conscience of Qi’s literati.

They said he did not fear powerful forces, did not bend his will to flatter the emperor, and dared to point his pen towards Cao Jie, a model of public spirit for the nation.

People seemed to have already forgotten the past events when he was once so infuriated by the Qi people pouring manure on his doorstep due to his contemptuous defamation of the heaven’s favored Jiang Wang and his adoption of the Jing country’s demon-spreading narrative.

The hearts of the people, after all, are easily swayed.

On the sixth day of January, an extraordinary court meeting was convened. This was not only the most pressing concern for Qi’s populace, from top to bottom, but also a spectacle watched by the entire world.

All people in the world wished to see Qi’s exact stance and the Qi Emperor’s exact attitude.

Would a second overlord war erupt in a short time!

This court meeting, convened under the auspices of State Minister Jiang Ru Mo, included civil officials such as Wen Yanyu and Yi Xingchen, and military officials such as Xiu Yuan and the Earl of Shuofang, Bao Yi.

Those in the capital with considerable influence all participated in this court meeting; one could say it gathered talented individuals.

It is worth mentioning that Crown Prince Jiang Wuhua, wearing his crown prince regalia today, also stood in line in the Ziji Hall.

The third imperial daughter, Jiang Wuyou, and the ninth imperial son, Jiang Wuxie, also wore their palace master court attire and stood in line.

As in the past, the emperor still sat high on the dragon chair.

Different from the past, this court meeting, from the moment it began, saw the two sides with differing opinions engaging in intense debate, completely skipping the gentle and polite, yet passive-aggressive, preliminary stage. Each word used was intensely charged.

Under the strong pressure brought by Jing, there was truly no one who could still wear a mild false face.

This court meeting not only concerned their political views but also truly related to Qi’s future.

The contradictions with Jing could absolutely not be taken lightly. Starting a war with the strongest nation in the world meant having to consider the consequences of defeat!

The voices within the Ziji Hall were boiling, almost threatening to overturn the dome.

One side advocated for riding the victory to relentlessly pursue and eliminate hidden troubles, insisting they must not be intimidated into retreat by Jing.

The other side argued that they should recognize when to stop, that this war had already inflicted pain upon Xia, that they had plundered vast resources to bring back to Qi, and that they held all the advantages. There was truly no need to initiate another war with Jing, putting their own forces into a precarious situation.

Of course, those arguing were officials from the soldiers’ hall and political hall below, whose official ranks did not reach the third grade.

Those few standing at the apex of Qi’s officialdom remained as silent as mountains. Until the final decision-making moment, they would not easily state their positions.

Thus, the argument lasted for a long time, with neither side able to convince the other.

Because each person had their own correctness; even regarding some rights and wrongs, even time could not yield a definite result. History had long since diverged; who could still affirm that changing one choice at that time would have made things better or worse? Where in the world was there an “if”?

Where there are people, there is opposition.

Amidst the boiling discussion, the Qi Emperor lifted his index finger and simply tapped the armrest of the imperial chair.

Dududu.

Thus, the entire hall fell silent.

The silence embodied the supreme majesty of the Qi Emperor.

And then he said: “Have Ji Fengzhou’s letter to me read aloud to them.”

Han Ling bowed his head to receive the order, unfolded the Jing country’s national letter, and standing below the Dan Terrace, facing the court ministers, read aloud: “The Eastern Emperor personally opens: Jing and Xia are allied nations…“

One sentence, “I cannot but go to my brother nation, to repel the foreign thief with blade and soldier!”, lingered in the air.

The Qi Emperor had already slammed a palm onto the dragon chair’s armrest.

“When the lord is insulted, the minister dies. Do all of you not think so!?”

For a time, all the dukes in the hall bowed down, not daring to speak!

“Do all of you know what is happening on the front line?”

The Qi Emperor asked, sitting on the dragon chair.

His voice had already calmed down.

But his gaze, falling through the gap of the Pingtian Crown, was like a mountain, like a sea.

That was a pressure like a tangible substance, the power to grant life and death.

“All of you see the frequent victory reports, saying what great might our Qi possesses, speaking of having already secured all advantages. Do all of you know how these war results came about?

Do all of you see that behind the victory reports lies the blood of our great Qi warriors!”

“What are they fighting for?”

“Xia’s resentment accumulated over thirty-three years is still there, disrespecting the Eastern Country. Our great Qi’s one hundred thousand strong army went to the Southern Domain, seeking what?”

“Is it to plunder some resources, shed some fresh blood, kill a few Xia country people?”

“The dukes seated here talk grandly and eloquently, stirringly, but who among you is desperately fighting on the front line?!”

“The people desperately fighting on the front line have not uttered a single word of ‘retreat,’ yet all of you want to decide this matter for them?”

“They used their flesh and blood to pave a road to Guiyi City, pulling out thorns, cutting down swords, so that our Qi people can leisurely travel between the two capitals in the future. After this, from the Eastern Domain to the Southern Domain, there will be no danger or obstacle. From Linzi to Guiyi will be a smooth road!”

“All of you seek fame, seek merit, seek career, seek the overall situation—what exactly is the overall situation?”

“This ten-thousand-li journey to the Southern Domain, a path of corpses! The warriors on the front line strive for merit with their lives, staining the war flag with blood. If I cannot even guarantee a stable rear, what kind of emperor am I!?”

The Qi Emperor stood up directly.

Above the Dan Terrace, his figure seemed as high as the sky.

Below the Dan Terrace, the assembled ministers prostrated, performing the highest ritual of bowing.

“Continue to fight!”

The Qi Emperor waved his large hand, as if settling the floating clouds, establishing the universe—

“Even if we fight until the heavens are desolate and the earth is old, fight until the seas are dry and the stones are rotten, fight until the moon shifts its position, as long as I draw breath, I will support Cao Jie in this fight. We must break the Xia capital before stopping!”

His voice soared to the nine heavens, shaking the six directions again, reaching the extreme of supreme power, aweing the world—

“I want to plow the court and sweep the hole, exterminating the altars of state in the Xia country.

I want to penetrate the east and south, suspending and illuminating the warp and weft of our great Qi.

I want to let this world know that even if Si Yuan wins, it is not hegemony, and if Si Jiao protects, it is not the Xia country.

Ji Fengzhou’s actions are the same!”

“I!”

Before the assembled civil and military officials, before the faces of the great Qi dukes, he pulled down his dragon robe!

Thus, people suddenly looked up and saw that beneath the Qi Emperor’s dragon robe, he had already donned his battle armor!

His determination, his will, was already beyond any addition, firm beyond compare!

“I, with the honor of the Great Qi Emperor, inheriting the will of Taizu and Wudi, exerting the remaining fierceness of a thousand years, dare not have a single day’s neglect! I have appointed Cao Jie to the military affairs of the campaign against Xia. If Qi wishes to retreat its soldiers, it is Cao Jie who speaks of retreat! Others speaking of retreat are irrelevant. Other countries speaking of retreat will be met with blade and soldier!”

“If Jing truly dares to join the war, I shall personally lead the imperial forces and meet Ji Fengzhou at Tianjing!”

The word of an overlord country’s emperor could stir the winds and clouds of the world!

Jiang Shu’s attitude was very strong, his meaning very clear—

Yu Que leading the Dou E army south, though a display of force.

But I am also willing to take it as Jing’s real attitude and respond accordingly.

Qi has already made preparations for a full-scale war with Jing; does Jing have its preparations ready?

If this war were to erupt, its scale would surpass the Jing-Mu War.

Because the Emperor is tilting the entire country!

A thousand-year hegemony staked on one war. Does Qi have such determination? Does Jing?

“Jing will not come.”

On the city tower, where the north wind howled, Liu Xiyi walked over.

His appearance was originally that of a rather aged old man; reaching Shenlin was not easy for him initially.

Now, he seemed to have aged several decades more.

A grand and contemporary true person, yet he looked somewhat hunched.

Xi Mengfu, completely devoid of any image, sat in the corner of the city tower, gazing through the crenellations of the city wall, overlooking the distant sky, offering no response.

“Applying pressure is possible, fighting a small-scale war is possible, even True Monarch Yu Que taking action is possible. But if they want to start a full-scale war by tilting the entire country now, Jing is impossible to have such determination.”

Liu Xiyi continued, “Even this point will not change according to Ji Fengzhou’s will. Jing has dominated the world for nearly four thousand years; it is not Jing of him, Ji Fengzhou, alone.”

“Jing will not come.”

If Jing wishes to engage in a full-scale war with Qi, the only acceptable outcome is a great victory achieved without injuring its muscles and bones. Once losses are heavy, even if they win, what follows will inevitably be a feast where various powers divide the Central Domain. This is winning while also losing! This is the situation Jing, as the central empire, must face.

And to achieve a great victory without damage in a full-scale war against Qi is an impossible feat.

No matter how much I hate Jiang Shu, I must admit one fact—he has not lost a war yet.

“So, indeed, we can only rely on ourselves,” Liu Xiyi said.

Xi Mengfu silently mused that time truly did not spare people; this temperamental old fellow was actually starting to become naggy.

Liu Xiyi glanced at the uneven, blood-stained dark ground bricks, hesitated for a moment, and still sat down.

Putting aside his demeanor and restraint as a state minister, he sighed with satisfaction.

Xi Mengfu silently moved his rear a bit to the side.

Liu Xiyi was not angered, but said, “Zhou Xiong has been transferred away from Chang Luo. What the Emperor wants to do by seizing this opportunity is already very obvious…”

If these words were heard by others, they would certainly cause a great uproar!

Whether in Qi or Xia, and even looking at the world, no matter one’s position, one would only fear they could not sleep peacefully!

What does Chang Luo Prefecture have?

The Long River traverses the present world, flowing east into Xia, and stops here!

At the core of Chang Luo Prefecture, there is a bottomless underground cave that receives the end of this vast land-sea.

And what does this bottomless underground cave connect with?

In many legends, the Chang Luo underground cave, located on the border of the Xia country, connects with the Disaster Water!

What is the Disaster Water?

It is an extremely fierce place in the present world, the negative location of the entire present world, similar to the Abyss of Withered South in the mountain and sea realm!

Even now, it still requires the Three Punishment Palace to suppress it, and the Blood River Sect to govern it. Its fierceness and danger are hard to match in the world.

Figures like Liu Xiyi and Xi Mengfu, being at the high levels of the empire, of course knew that the Chang Luo underground cave could connect with the Disaster Water; this was not merely a legend. As state ministers and masters of the country, they knew an absolute secret—that before the defeat and demise of the Xia Xiang Emperor, he had already found a way to pry open the connection between the Chang Luo underground cave and the Disaster Water, setting up an array that could lead the Disaster Water to invade the human world, stirring up a world-exterminating disaster!

But in the end, until his defeat and demise, the Xia Xiang Emperor did not choose to initiate this backup plan.

Liu Xiyi continued, “Zhou Xiong is a person who is outwardly gentle but inwardly firm. If he feels something is not right, he will absolutely not do it, no matter who forces him. That is why the first emperor initially chose him to guard Chang Luo.”

“And among the lords drawn away on the eastern front, there is one who is firmly loyal to the Emperor and will execute any order.”

He turned his head, looked at Xi Mengfu’s still calm face, and asked slowly, “I only just realized these things now. When did you guess it?”

Xi Mengfu finally spoke, saying, “When King Wu told me that the time of Jing’s arrival was no longer important, that’s when I knew.”

Liu Xiyi said with some difficulty, “So King Wu also knew early on… was it?”

Xi Mengfu still looked at the sky, only saying, “Under the current circumstances, if Da Xia’s internal will is not unified, survival is absolutely impossible. So, when the Emperor suddenly showed such a strong desire for power, I completely understood the silent permission from His Highness King Wu.”

He smiled, “And it seems there is no other way, is there? To leave the Emperor with no way out is the responsibility of the master of the country.”

Liu Xiyi sighed a long breath.

This loyal old state minister to the Da Xia imperial family finally could not help but say, “Since ancient times, the heavenly family has been without emotion; the incompetent ones are especially without emotion!”

The Xia Xiang Emperor that year still gave up the choice to lead the Disaster Water into the present world, choosing instead to nobly bring several princes and princesses to their deaths in battle. Of course, one cannot say he was an emperor without courage.

But such a choice truly incurred the wrath of both heaven and people. The person who made this decision would be a public enemy of the entire present world, inevitably leaving behind an eternal bad name!

And today…

Holding Gui Yi City as an isolated stronghold, abandoning the grand strategy of rushing aid to the northern front from the eastern line, was a plan formulated and executed by Xi Mengfu himself.

What happened in this process should, naturally, be borne by Xi Mengfu directly!

The Xia Tian Zi only took one more step in this strategy, drawing out the backup plan that the first emperor had pressed but not deployed…

To become a public enemy of the present world, of course, is Xi Mengfu. To bear the eternal bad name, of course, is Xi Mengfu. If he is fortunate enough not to die, he will inevitably be subjected to a thousand cuts and ten thousand slashes by the Three Punishment Palace, of course, is Xi Mengfu!

Liu Xiyi scolding the contemporary Xia Emperor as incompetent is not entirely fair. At least this step of his chess was played cold, played without emotion, played too ruthlessly!

Xi Mengfu said softly, “If the Emperor had directly told me, I would have agreed. The reason I did not worry and proactively think of this step before the first monarch is because this is truly a terrible move. Even if it can truly repel the enemy with this, what is destroyed is the foundation of Da Xia. Even if I, Xi Mengfu, am again greatly evil and wicked, how willing are the people of the world to believe that leading the Disaster Water into the human world is actually something I alone can decide? But since the Emperor feels I can bear it, then I will try to bear it a bit.”

He was too calm.

Calm as he was at the court audience that year.

The Xia Xiang Emperor said, “Mengfu has the talent of a state master.”

And he replied, “Since the Holy Emperor thinks so, Xi Mengfu deeply thinks so.”

Since the Holy Emperor felt it was possible, then Xi Mengfu also felt it was very possible.

He did not feel that today’s self was how generous, how great; all this was originally very simple.

No more than…

It was so in former days, it is so today.

At this moment, Liu Xiyi sat beside this impolite junior boy.

But this so-called junior boy was also no longer young.

He flipped his hand and took out his prime minister’s seal, shaking it and hanging it on Xi Mengfu’s waist.

He was met with Xi Mengfu’s somewhat surprised eyes.

He laughed heartily.

“This eternal bad name, relying on you, Xi Mengfu, alone, how can you carry it?”

“When the Disaster Water pours into the Chang Luo underground cave, I shall guide it with you, making it pour into the Jiang Yin plain, drowning the nine troops and three armies!”

He simply sat there without any image, as if tired, as if giving up and closing his eyes.

His voice was like a murmur, like a dream talk.

Let us see together what kind of future this one major decision, the only one our Emperor has made so far, will bring to the Xia country!

The real world does not change according to anyone’s will; every moment, every person, is experiencing their own story.

The changes in the world situation, the attitude of the hegemon’s emperor, the strange words of an old man from the Da Xia empire on the city tower…

Temporarily, all of this has no relation to the great battle of divine descent happening to the east of Sang Fu.

This was a battle worthy of being recorded in history books. Two unmatched heaven’s favored individuals of divine descent joined hands in battle, something hard to find even when flipping through history books, let alone their opponent, a terrifying lineup composed of five Da Xia lords and one head of a divine descent strange beast.

The battle, from the very beginning, entered its most intense level.

No matter how great the advantage in hand, Li Fu, Shang Yan Hu, Xue Chang, Jin Ling, and Chu Rang, these veterans in killing, would not let their opponents off easily, giving Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Zun an opportunity.

Stern, cold dark blue fire lines had already vertically and horizontally crisscrossed and sealed the battlefield.

Li Fu flipped his palm, and then he sealed the flame flowers he had suppressed, pulling open his hands and letting his wide sleeves flutter.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Six consecutive explosions.

Divine Ability: Control Gas!

That “gas” that is everywhere in the heavens and the earth, that exists everywhere, is for my use!

Initially, at the Yellow River Meeting, Mu country’s heaven’s favored Na Liang also mastered this divine ability.

However, this divine ability, in Na Liang’s hands, perfectly fit his close-quarters combat instinct, allowing him to perform various unbelievable attacks in the air. In Li Fu’s hands, it truly showed the feeling of control.

That formless but substantial gas, at this moment, gathered into an unbelievably “wall”!

Heaven, Ground, East, South, West, North.

In these six directions, one side had a layer of extremely dense and thick gas wall.

With the battlefield as the center, a radius of five hundred zhang was completely sealed off!

From this moment on, air no longer flowed, yuan force no longer flowed, and no one was allowed to enter or exit!

Legalist cultivators had the technique of drawing the ground as a prison, but Li Fu, with his divine ability controlling this “drawing gas as a prison,” was truly hard to surpass.

Initially, in the Hu Tai Dao Contest, with Yang Ling Hou Xue Chang’s ability, it took him three breaths to break this prison.

And three breaths were enough for these people to kill these two divine descent heaven’s favored individuals countless times.

Not to mention that outside the gas wall, Chu Rang’s dark blue fire lines were still attached and burning.

That is to say, from this moment onwards, within this gas prison, it became a beast-fighting arena for both sides.

Unless one side was completely wiped out… they could not get out.

Shang Yan Hu’s body turned iron gray, his Ba Du Fist bombarded the sky, overturning Chongxuan Zun’s body.

He did not perform any defense at all; at this moment, he thoroughly let go, every fist aimed with extreme killing force.

The Red Blood Ghost Bat dared not engage in close combat with him at all. With a single flap of its wing, it had already opened up distance, then stretched out its blood eyes, shooting out soul-eating blood light, still targeting Jiang Wang!

Xue Chang walked in the void, seeming to step on the soul-eating blood light as he advanced, his double halberds flowing with cold light.

Furthermore, a broadsword slanted out from within; Jin Ling also first targeted the state-complete opponent.

At this moment.

A large sun suddenly brightened in the original place.

Sunlight manifested, revealing glazed tiles, golden bricks, shining bright pearls, and white jade carved railings.

The great sun swelled into a divine king’s palace.

It simultaneously covered Chongxuan Zun and Jiang Wang within.

The Red Blood Ghost Bat’s soul-eating blood light had just struck, dimming half the color of the sun, and at the same time, collapsing into scattered points of flowing light. And then it was met by Jin Ling’s broadsword, which seemed like a divine dragon emerging from the sea!

Like the ringing of a bell in an ancient mountain forest, travelers suddenly realize the wrongness of their lives.

In the midst of this intense clash and killing.

This brilliant sun-god palace received one after another two figures, one green and one white, like lightning piercing through!

Chongxuan’s divine abilities rose and fell suddenly, flatly stepping on green clouds, coming and going freely.

Like one path of white electricity, one path of green electricity, moving vertically and horizontally within the beast-fighting arena circled by Li Fu’s divine ability. For a time, they were so fast that illusions were everywhere, like weaving into a green and white electric net!

Keng keng sounds, sounds of gold and jade.

Not a moment stopped, playing out a unique rhythm.

Suddenly fighting Xue Chang, suddenly wrestling Shang Yan Hu, suddenly heading towards Li Fu, then turning back to Jin Ling. Fighting Chu Rang, forcing the ghost bat, coming and going like electricity, extremely dangerous yet extremely free!

They seemed to have a kind of tacit understanding born with them.

Relieving each other’s sieges, mutually creating opportunities.

One wielded a moon wheel knife, one wielded a lovesickness sword.

Within this “drawing gas as a prison,” they fought a truly chaotic war! They fought to the point where several lords who had long experienced killing formations felt somewhat out of reach. That head of the red blood ghost bat,

Was even more completely confused! Flapping only its remaining side of meat wing, it completely could not find an opportunity to join the war group!

This was, of course, an unacceptable situation!

Xue Chang’s pair of short halberds clashed, already opening his divine ability, Yin Yang Fish!

This is the so-called “Yin Yang mutually born, virtual and real mutually aid, you and I both hide.”

His left halberd flipped, killing out a single moon, while his right halberd fell, as if the rising sun had just emerged.

The Yin Yang force field advanced before the halberd’s edge, simultaneously covering Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Zun.

And then it was hiding the real within the virtual, containing the virtual within the real, loaded with light. It shone on the entire bodies of the two, without an inch of gap, forcing them to continuously stop and respond!

Last night, after drinking, I killed a tiger; with the sun and moon dual load, I should subdue a dragon!

Moreover, not to mention his divine ability, simply being entangled by his loaded momentum meant the outcome was already beyond discussion!

At this critical moment, Chongxuan Zun’s five fingers spread wide, and he released the moon wheel in his hand. In an instant, moonlight was like a forest, bundle after bundle, standing up in the middle of this prison.

Separating space, stopping divine descent!

These powerful Divine Arrival Marquis lords would, of course, not be so easily immobilized. In fact, except for the Red Blood Ghost Bat, no one was stopped for more than a breath.

But it did not need even a breath; as long as in an instant, the fire essence within a radius of five hundred zhang is absorbed empty.

The process was so fast that fire light was almost everywhere.

But see flame sparrows flying across the sky, flame flowers blooming everywhere, flame meteors drawing across the sky, the world of fierce flames filling the air prison!

After the divine and bright, this world seemed to truly exist, truly gave birth to life.

Those chirping flame sparrows, incredibly agile, cheered and called.

And at this moment, a city pool burning with fierce flames descended from a high place to the human world.

This was Three Flavors True Fire as the foundation, the true power fully unleashed, exclusively belonging to Jiang Wang’s Flame Flower Burning City!

Flames were dancing, flames were being born.

Flames were shouting from within, flames were living!

Within the flames, a Daoist academy was born. Within the academy, vague figures came and went. There was also a mutton restaurant with a signboard reading “Cai Ji.” In the fire light, there was a vegetarian Huai Zhai, and in the corner, one could see Du De Wang, with a hot pot bubbling. Several streets later was Wang Yue Lou, seemingly setting up a flowing water banquet.

The Gui Xiang Zhai, where he often went, seemed to have just served a steamed bun…

And also that home located in Flying Horse Alley.

One large bed, one small bed.

The roof where one could look at the stars, and the courtyard for practicing martial arts.

That was the place he once loved, and still deeply loves. That was his hometown, which he could never return to.

Every drop of thought, every point of detail…

Within the fire realm, there was the first real city pool.

Its name…

Was called “Feng Lin.”

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