Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 638 - 612: The Current Situation on the Continent _1

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, a streak of black light landed on a meteorite. Looking around, apart from irregularly shaped meteorites, only dazzling stars remained. Beyond them lay a boundless belt of interstellar dust.

"Master, I have a doubt. Why set an agreement for a thousand years?" 'Cataclysm's voice echoed through the starry sky.

Luo Hou, hands clasped behind his back, calmly said, "A thousand years from now, if the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court can grow strong enough to withstand this Ancestor's attack, it will be qualified to conspire with me!"

'Cataclysm' was somewhat stunned. Weren't they mortal enemies with the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court? How could they possibly plot together?

Immediately, 'Cataclysm' voiced his concerns.

Luo Hou said indifferently, "For a nation, interests are paramount. As long as the benefits are great enough, any enmity can be overturned!"

For countless years, whether as the Demon Ancestor or during his reincarnations, he had experienced far too many such events.

In the callous world of martial arts, what is the worth of a human life?

Some powerful evil cultivators, to break through a realm, would devour an entire continent, causing the deaths of countless living beings!

There were also self-proclaimed noble protectors of clans who, for their own interests, colluded with outsiders and harmed their own kin, leading to the deaths of countless relatives!

Interests are the eternal theme of all heavens and all realms! Buried beneath the endless pursuit of interests are death, coldness, ruthlessness, destruction, and despair...

"'Cataclysm' cupped his hands, his face full of worry as he said, "But Master, based on my understanding of the Qin Dynasty, they are a sentimental nation that exacts vengeance for the smallest slight. I fear that simply using benefits as bait may not succeed..."

Luo Hou smiled faintly, revealing his white teeth that, under the sun's rays, refracted a chilling white light. Sentimental? Isn't such a person easier to deal with?

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "You're still the same as before, always liking to hide in the dark! So, after countless years, you still don't dare to walk in the sunlight?"

'Cataclysm's' expression changed, the cataclysmic power in his hand roiling as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings!

The starry sky was deathly still, devoid of any sign of life.

"Since you refuse to come out, then allow this Ancestor to force your hand!" Luo Hou's cold voice rang out. The Law of Demons surged skyward, and a phantasmal spear shadow emerged. It targeted a meteorite, its eternal spear intent sweeping across the stars in a mighty display.

BOOM!

The surrounding stars roiled, and the meteorite, a thousand miles in diameter, was instantly crushed, revealing a figure bathed in seven-colored light.

This person was none other than the Old Blind Man!

"Luo Hou, how did you discover me?" The Old Blind Man's face was pale, his eyes filled with trepidation.

He was merely an insignificant avatar of the main body, his combat strength weak. He was no match for Luo Hou, whom even his main body feared.

"Your aura is utterly repulsive. This Ancestor could smell it even from a hundred thousand li away!" Luo Hou's expression remained unchanged, his eyes sharp, emitting two rays of demonic light that pierced the starry sky with lightning speed.

BOOM!

In the next instant, the Old Blind Man's body exploded. Strangely, no blood splashed out. Instead, it transformed into a wisp of white light—supreme, ultimate, carrying a faint trace of 'Ancestor Power'—seemingly the origin of all things.

As soon as the white light appeared, it promptly flew into the distance.

But it hadn't flown far before Luo Hou snatched it. Soul power surged in as he performed a Soul Search.

As he sifted through the memories, Luo Hou's expression turned extremely gloomy, and he began to roar intermittently, his demonic might shaking the stars, causing 'Cataclysm' to gasp for breath, his eyes filled with terror.

After all this time, you're still obsessed with that secret! The Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court, the Ninth Heaven Slave? So, the Qin Dynasty actually owes this Ancestor a favor! Damn it! Daring to seal my kinsmen—they're courting death…

A quarter of an hour later, Luo Hou took a deep breath and crushed the white light in his right hand, which scattered into countless specks of light in the sky.

"Let's go. We're heading to the Godfall Land!"

「...」

Battle! Death! These are the eternal refrains of the Martial Artist's world!

The same held true for the Primordial Continent. People seemed to have grown accustomed to this life, so order was quickly restored! 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

「The next day.」

Cao Cao walked into the Imperial Study, a memorial in his hands, and reported in grief, "Your Majesty, in this battle, one thousand, six hundred seventy-five ministers and three million, seven hundred ninety thousand soldiers perished. As for the common people, their numbers are countless!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Wudao was secretly shocked. That many? More than half of the court officials had perished. It was important to remember that every minister who could stand in court was an elite among elites. Losing more than half of them dealt a severe blow to the empire's vitality. The only small consolation was that army losses were not severe enough to shake the dynasty's foundations.

Qin Wudao leaned back on the imperial throne and said in grief, "Give them a proper burial!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Cao Cao nodded and, after bowing again, slowly left.

SIGH.

Qin Wudao sat on the imperial throne, took out the Investiture of the Gods, and looking at the dim names on it, he secretly asked, System, how much Fortune is required to resurrect them?

"Ding! A minimum of the Fortune of ten heavenly courts is required!"

Qin Wudao's heart sank. Ten heavenly courts!

He looked up at the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court's Fortune; most of it having been consumed to resist Luo Hou's attack, was now exceedingly thin.

Such meager Fortune is only enough to resurrect one person! So, who should I resurrect? Gui Guzi? Or Zhuge Liang?

A moment later, Qin Wudao's gaze fell on Gui Guzi's name. "It's you!" he said in a deep voice.

WHOOSH!

A dense stream of Fortune flew down from the sea of Fortune and into the Investiture of the Gods, where it was absorbed by Gui Guzi's True Spirit.

Seeing this, Qin Wudao showed a faint smile. He will be resurrected in half a year! The mere thought of seeing Gui Guzi again lessened the pain in his heart somewhat.

He chose to resurrect Gui Guzi for no other reason than Gui Guzi possessed the highest cultivation! The Qin Dynasty was on the verge of entering the myriad heavens and realms, and it needed a powerful expert to oversee things.

At this moment, 'Universal Heaven', who had been hiding in the shadows, slowly materialized, reporting with a worried expression, "Your Majesty, your subject has discovered that the foundational Source of the Primordial Continent's Three Thousand Dao Domains is severely damaged. Spiritual Energy is draining away. In at most three years, it will enter a Dharma-Ending Age!"

Hearing this, Qin Wudao was startled. He carefully sensed the Void and found that the Spiritual Energy was indeed a bit thinner. Though very faint, it still indicated the continent was degenerating.

Qin Wudao hurriedly asked, "Is there a remedy?"

A Dharma-Ending Age! This meant the disappearance of Spiritual Energy; all living beings on the continent would revert to being ordinary mortals. This was something that no Martial Artist could accept!

"'There is!'" 'Universal Heaven' hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "It's just... it's just that the price is a bit high. It requires a higher-level power to repair the Primordial Continent's damaged Source!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Wudao furrowed his brows.

A higher-level power! That could only be immortal power! And immortal power came from immortal ores, just as Spiritual Energy came from spirit ores. But the crucial question was, where could he obtain immortal ores?

After pondering for a moment, Qin Wudao ordered in a loud voice, "Issue an edict! Convene a court assembly first thing tomorrow morning!"

The continent's safety was at stake, so he had to proceed with caution and find a viable solution.