Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 677 - 681: Yang Zaixing’s Choice_1
For a dynasty, the fastest way to enhance its power is undoubtedly through national advancement. By advancing from a Saint's Court to a Heavenly Court, transcending the mortal world, the Fortune generated is enough to increase the nation's overall strength manifold.
"Orders received!" Jiang Ziwen stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
Then, under the curious gazes of the ministers in the main hall, he made a pinching gesture with his right hand. Dense Yin God power coalesced, forming a King's Seal, supreme and resplendent with divine light. Beneath this seal, the Reincarnation Law manifested, suppressing world after world. This was King Qin Guang's Seal. Of course, it was not the true King Qin Guang's Seal, merely a wisp of its energy. It could only unleash one trillionth of the original's power, yet even so, it was comparable to a fifth-rank Immortal weapon.
"Open!"
With the King's Seal in hand, Jiang Ziwen's illusory figure became immensely imposing, as if judging the entire world.
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, a gust of yin wind swept across the sky above the Imperial Capital, blowing in from all directions. It was bone-chilling and soul-devouring, seemingly capable of tearing away one's very soul and spirit. This was no ordinary yin wind; it was the Extreme Nether Wind from the Underworld. Anyone below the Taiyi Earth Immortal Realm who accidentally strayed into the Extreme Nether Wind would have their soul irrevocably scattered in moments.
BOOM!
Immediately afterward, the Void shattered, and a black ghost gate, tens of thousands of feet tall, materialized. It was carved with innumerable Netherworld beasts—some roaring, others cackling, some weeping, and others wailing. Wisps of black Yin Qi billowed from the ghost gate, morphing into myriad eerie shapes, like demons and specters, sending shivers down the spine of any observer.
"Your Majesty, this servant takes his leave!" Jiang Ziwen saluted once more. A black cloud formed beneath his feet, and he flew into the ghost gate, vanishing from sight.
As he departed, the towering ghost gate began to fade, and the howling Yin Wind subsided. Bright sunlight cascaded onto the land, dispelling the cold. The world felt as if it had been reborn.
Such terrifying Yin Power! some observers thought. His Majesty's trump cards are truly endless!
In the depths of the sky, Universal Heaven, who was meditating, suddenly opened its eyes, murmuring with lingering trepidation. Facing that Extreme Nether Wind just now, even I, the Heavenly Dao, the 'Heaven' of this world, felt a profound chill. It looked down slightly at Qin Wudao, seated high in the imperial hall, radiating majestic imperial might, and a look of respect appeared on its face. I recall when I first submitted to Qin Wudao, I felt so aggrieved. I, the supreme 'Heaven,' taking orders from a mortal—it was an immense humiliation. But now, I realize it was the correct choice. For the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court, what does 'Heaven' even matter?
「Sky Sword Microcosm.」
As the defeated Disciples of Battle Sword Peak returned, the entire world erupted. Pillars of scarlet killing intent shot into the Nine Heavens, shattering the clouds and bathing the Heavenly Universe in an overflowing, sanguine light. Within the Sky Sword Pavilion, countless Disciples stood beneath the towering main peak, swords in hand, faces etched with murderous resolve, ready to march into battle at a moment's notice. The death of the Great Elder had galvanized the entire Human Race, uniting them in shared hatred for the enemy.
「Meanwhile.」
Inside the floating palace atop the main peak, over sixty Profound Immortal realm experts stood with swords drawn, their sharp auras causing the Void within the hall to continuously fracture and reform.
"Ancestor, the interrogation is complete!" After a short wait, an elder in a blood-red robe, his red hair flowing and expression frigid, walked in, cupped his hands, and reported. He held a bloodstained confession. This was the Punishment Elder, overseer of all chastisements within the sect, regarded by many Disciples as a demon.
"Read it!" a Sword Holding Ancestor commanded coldly, looking up.
"As you command!" The Punishment Elder unrolled the confession, which was covered in densely packed script, and reported in a grave voice, "According to Sect Master Zixuan's testimony, 876 human factions have defected to the Extreme Demon Hall. They include the first-tier Zixuan Sacred Sect, the second-tier Raging Wind Valley, Burning Fire Saint's Court, Ghost Knife Sect..."
An hour later, the Punishment Elder finished reading the confession. A deathly silence fell upon the great hall. Everyone, including the three Sword Holding Elders, was utterly shocked. To think 876 factions had betrayed humanity!
"Good, good, very good!" one Sword Holding Ancestor roared, his eyes wide with fury, his hair practically standing on end as killing intent billowed around him. His thunderous, cold voice made the great hall tremble. "I never imagined there were so many traitors within our own race! Issue the order: all traitors to the race are to be executed! Mobilize all forces of humanity and counterattack the Extreme Demon Hall!"
He simply couldn't comprehend it, the Ancestor thought. The All Clans have long harbored ambitions to destroy humanity, so why would any humans betray their own? If the great tree of humanity falls, how could they expect to live well? To repel external threats, internal strife must first be quelled! First, we eliminate the traitors of humanity! Then, we avenge the fallen Great Elder and the 160,000 Disciples who perished!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The Profound Immortal realm experts roared in rage, their voices like thunder, piercing the clouds and shattering stone, echoing throughout the Sky Sword Microcosm and resonating with countless Martial Artists.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Avenge them! Avenge them! Avenge them!"
Billions of Human Warriors bellowed, their murderous intent surging. The terrifying shockwaves of their cries shattered the firmament, traveling far into the distance.
"Not bad," Yang Zaixing remarked, leaning against a pillar in a corner of the great hall, nodding slightly as he observed the enraged elders of the Sky Sword Pavilion.
To be honest, the sheer number of human traitors surprised him a little. But he soon composed himself. He had witnessed such things far too many times; after all, not everyone possessed an unyielding spirit. In his previous life, the Song court was weak, the emperor incompetent, and the officials cowardly in the face of war, all clamoring for peace, utterly disregarding the lives of the soldiers at the front. In comparison, the Sky Sword Pavilion was faring much better. At least its foundation wasn't rotten. From the Heavenly Sword Immortal down to the ordinary Disciple, all still possessed the will to resist. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"Kill!"
With a furious roar, the three Sword Holding Ancestors and dozens of elders tore through the sky, their killing intent blazing like a rainbow across Changkong as they vanished into the depths of the starry expanse. In the blink of an eye, only Yang Zaixing remained in the vast hall.
"General Yang, the Ancestor has ordered me to escort you to the Treasure Pavilion to select ten treasures," a Disciple in a sword robe said, entering the hall. He bowed respectfully and spoke in a neither servile nor overbearing tone.
"There's no need," Yang Zaixing declared, waving his right hand. A war spear materialized, radiating a keen spear intent. An overwhelming battle ardor erupted from him, soaring into the Nine Heavens and shaking the cosmos. "The Human Race is resisting the demons. How could this General simply stand by and watch?" He gripped his spear tightly and stated solemnly.
With those words, he transformed into a streak of spear light, rending the air as he departed, tearing a hole in Changkong and leaving behind a fleeting battle intent that enveloped the world.
"You three Ancestors, how could you be so inconsiderate as to leave me behind? Do you look down on me?" Yang Zaixing swiftly caught up with the Sky Sword Pavilion experts who had left earlier, voicing his discontent.
"General Yang, this battle is exceedingly dangerous!" the leading Sword Holding Ancestor said with a smile, turning to look at Yang Zaixing. "The Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court has only recently ascended. It is inadvisable for you to participate in such a major conflict. There's no need for you to take such risks with us!"
"I beg to differ!" Yang Zaixing countered. "The Sky Sword Pavilion fights for humanity, making countless sacrifices! Although the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court has only recently ascended, we are still part of the Human Race. From our monarch down to the common folk, everyone is prepared to fight for humanity! I, Yang Zaixing, may be untalented, but I am willing to represent the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court and charge into the fray for the Human Race!" he declared resolutely. His formidable general's aura surged skyward, and his terrifying killing intent roiled about him like that of a peerless War God about to plunge into battle, becoming the reaper who would dominate the battlefield.
"Humanity is truly fortunate to have you!" The Great Ancestor gazed deeply at Yang Zaixing, then suddenly burst into hearty laughter. He transformed into a streak of starlight and once more shot into the sky.
No one noticed the flash of deep gratification in his aged eyes as he turned his head.
