The white Talisman on Lu Jingyao’s forehead turned to ash, and his hollow, numb eyes seemed to ignite, a faint purple light glowing deep within his pupils.
He had been trapped in a terrifying illusion, its horrific scenes repeating over and over like a nightmare from which he could never awaken.
Then, a beam of purple light descended from the heavens, bathing the depths of Lu Jingyao’s mind. In a daze, he saw the figure of Lu Yun standing in the void, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit. Purple light wreathed his body, making him look like a deity descending to the mortal realm.
All his memories came rushing back like a flood tide, and Lu Jingyao remembered who he was.
Meanwhile, Lu Yun had forcibly ripped the ghostly shadow from Lu Jingyao’s body and was now clenching it tightly in his fist.
The creature’s hideous face twisted and contorted in the purple light. Its eyes, bleeding from all seven orifices, bulged wide. But no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free from his grip.
Lu Yun closed his hand. The purple light in his palm contracted sharply, and the ghostly shadow was instantly incinerated, dissolving into billowing white smoke.
"Lifeless Lotus Sect... I have yet to settle my accounts with you, yet you have the audacity to come to me."
With his back to Lu Yun, Elder Fakong was in agony. The Power of Heaven and Earth was crushing his body, squeezing it flatter and flatter. His bones shattered one after another, accompanied by a series of sickening cracks.
In the next moment, Elder Fakong was crushed into a puddle of blood and gore. As the purple light swept over it, the mess was incinerated into a thick cloud of white smoke, leaving nothing behind.
Name: Lu Yun
Gender: Male
Realm: Grandmaster of Divine Intent (???)
Cultivation Technique: Ten Directions Annihilation Fist (1st Floor), Glazed Radiant Body (2nd Floor)
Modified Value: 650
’Eliminating that wraith gave me 600 modified value. Judging by the intensity of its yin energy, it was powerful enough to threaten a Late-stage Grandmaster of Huajin.’
「A month flew by.」
During that time, the state of the world was like a pot of boiling water, constantly churning with fragmentation and turmoil.
The existence of the Immortal Flesh was no longer a secret. It was the talk of the town, passed from person to person by word of mouth.
Consume one of the throbbing black chunks of flesh, and your cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds overnight. The rumors claimed that reaching the Huajin realm was a certainty, and even attaining Divine Will was within the realm of possibility.
And so, with the exception of Yun Port City, the entire Daxia New Country erupted into chaos.
Countless factions began a frenzied search, crossing mountains and scouring the land, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for the fate-altering Immortal Flesh. They even came to violent blows over it.
Even long-abandoned ancient tombs, desolate riverbeds, and perilous lands no one had ever dared to enter were thoroughly ransacked.
Miracles constantly occurred during this time. Many people leaped from the Ming Jin realm to Dark Force overnight, and from there, some even reached the threshold of Huajin.
The Zulong Empire in the Daxia heartland and the forces of the King of the Western Regions were the first two major powers to collapse. The leader of the Zulong Empire claimed to be a descendant of Emperor Zulong, while the King of the Western Regions proclaimed himself the reincarnation of a baleful star. The two had been locked in a fierce, protracted conflict, fighting countless battles back and forth.
But to everyone’s surprise, both factions collapsed simultaneously. No one knew what had happened. They only knew that overnight, both the descendant of Emperor Zulong and the King of the Western Regions had vanished, leaving their territories fractured and divided among warring factions.
Those once-invincible warlords now fought only for themselves, with no single faction strong enough to conquer the others. It was an endless cycle of petty warfare: one day you would take my city, the next I would seize your land.
The southern Yellow Heaven Empire also suffered an unprecedented blow. The southernmost Dongxi Federation had united, independently developing and improving upon firearms from the Western World. Their army displayed a level of power never seen before.
The very factions the Yellow Heaven Empire had once suppressed now turned the tables, forcing the empire into a steady, grinding retreat.
The Yellow Heaven Empire lost its provinces one by one. Its territory shrank from six provinces to three, then from three to a single province, until at last, only Jiangze Province remained.
In the north, the empire established by the remnants of the Yin Court suffered a devastating defeat in their assault on Yanjing.
They had assumed Yanjing City would be an easy prize and that the old capital would soon be flying the banner of the Yin Court.
But they were wrong. Not only did they fail to capture Yanjing, but they were utterly routed by a powerful army.
This well-equipped, well-trained, and tactically flexible army was led by none other than the Lu Family.
The Yin Court’s army left more than ten thousand corpses scattered around Yanjing City before retreating in disarray back to the Eastern Province.
Meanwhile, the Lu Family took complete control of Yanjing City. Their army was disciplined and courteous, strictly adhering to a code of conduct: they would not steal a single grain of rice or take a single needle from the common folk.
On the day the Lu Family’s army marched into the city, the people lined the streets, watching the young soldiers with eyes full of shock and confusion. ’Soldiers can behave like this?’
In a square in Yanjing City, an army of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see, standing in perfect formation. These were over a hundred thousand elite troops from Shun’an and Yifeng Provinces.
Among them were Zhou Lie and his men, along with the martial arts experts from Yun Port City.
They had not traveled a thousand miles to carve out their own territory or to crown themselves kings. They had come to crush the remnants of the Yin Court in the north.
Dressed in a crisp military uniform, Lu Jingjun stood on a high platform. His back was ramrod straight, his sharp gaze sweeping across the thousands of young faces below him.
Beside him, Lu Jingteng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression composed, not uttering a single word.
Lu Jingjun’s voice boomed from a loudspeaker, each word clear and powerful as it echoed across the square. "At this critical time, when the Daxia New Country is besieged by enemies both foreign and domestic, we must swear an oath to eradicate the remnants of the Yin Court! To restore peace to the world!"
"Eradicate the Yin Court remnants! Restore peace to the world!" the soldiers below roared in unison, their voices thundering like a tsunami, shaking the very heavens and earth.

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