PFC Chapter 1167 - 1161: Sealing the Wolf at Juxu
Chapter 1167 - 1161: Sealing the Wolf at Juxu
North of the Grand Imperial Dynasty.
It is a vast, boundless grassland that stretches beyond the eye’s reach.
Dozens of figures flew across the sky, moving at incredible speed, leaving countless afterimages.
"Prime Minister, how much longer until we reach Juxu Mountain?"
Crown Prince Yu lay on Lan Tuo’s back, watching the flickering void around them, anxiously inquiring.
"Soon!"
Lan Tuo replied briefly, continuing to forge ahead urgently.
Before long, a giant mountain appeared at the end of the grassland, standing like a towering giant, radiating vast and magnificent power.
This giant mountain is Juxu Mountain!
The sacred site of the Xiongnu tribe.
"Speed up!"
Lan Tuo’s spirit invigorated, he exerted his celestial energy fully, gritting his teeth and shouting.
Upon hearing this, dozens of royal followers unleashed their movement techniques to the utmost, smashing vast portions of the void.
Time passed.
Juxu Mountain enlarged in their vision.
They could even see the palaces atop the mountain, and the nine-layer altar used by the Xiongnu tribe for sacrificial ceremonies.
On Crown Prince Yu and Lan Tuo’s faces, hints of joy appeared; as long as they entered Juxu Mountain and activated the formation, they could advance to the Seventh Heaven and temporarily evade the Qin Dynasty’s forces.
But in the next moment, their facial expressions turned rigid.
At the foot of the mountain.
A figure donned in armor, wielding a war spear, stood tall, exuding unparalleled might, sealing off vast portions of the void.
"Huo Qubing!"
Lan Tuo’s complexion instantly turned pale, he whispered loudly: "Scatter and escape!"
Escape!
Upon seeing Huo Qubing, he knew the way forward was blocked.
At the border of the Grand Imperial Dynasty, he had witnessed Huo Qubing’s terrifying prowess, an unrivaled warrior possessing the peak cultivation of a celestial sovereign, capable of sweeping a nation single-handedly.
Before such a mighty figure, they were no different from ants.
Dozens of streaks of light pierced the void, scattering in all directions.
"Escape?"
"Let you escape? Wouldn’t that make this a wasted trip?"
Huo Qubing watched the fleeing people, calm and indifferent, slowly raising his war spear and thrusting forward.
The spear was like a dragon.
Centered at Juxu Mountain, for several light-years around, the void twisted infinitely, space-time fragmented inch by inch, endless laws shattered, transforming completely into dust.
One spear shatters space-time!
Though not a Quasi-Saint, the explosive power was no different from that of a Quasi-Sage Great Power.
The fleeing Crown Prince Yu, Lan Tuo, and others didn’t even react before being obliterated by the violent force, their bodies vanished, becoming non-existent.
Only on the grassland did those blood-stained patches speak of an empire’s final bloodline, now wiped out.
"Juxu Mountain!"
"Is this destiny?"
Huo Qubing turned around, carefully observing the Xiongnu tribe’s sacred mountain, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes.
Conquering Juxu!
This was his supreme glory in his past life.
Two days later.
All resistance forces of the Grand Imperial Dynasty were annihilated, formally declaring the end of this ancient nation that existed for two eras.
Henceforth, humanity achieved nominal unification.
...
The Nine Provinces’ vast world.
As the Taoist World, Buddhist World, Military World, Giant Tribe, and Grand Imperial Dynasty were successively eradicated.
Above the Imperial Capital, countless strands of fortune power gathered from all directions, vast and endless, falling into the sea of fortune.
Absorbing enormous fortune, the fortune within the sea of fortune grew visibly thicker and heavier.
"Roar!"
The Fortune Golden Dragon roared, its nine-colored dragon scales began transforming towards a chaotic hue, with a newfound transcendent force.
"The Fortune Golden Dragon is beginning to transform!"
Qin Wudao walked out of the imperial study, observing the Fortune Golden Dragon, murmuring to himself.
The Fortune Golden Dragon!
It is the foundation of the Qin Dynasty.
Each transformation of the Fortune Golden Dragon produces fortune creation, rapidly elevating the power of the Qin Dynasty.
He speculated that the Fortune Golden Dragon’s next transformation would be closely related to the civilization level.
"Yu Zhou Ding!"
Qin Wudao spoke authoritatively.
"Your Majesty!"
Ripples appeared in the void, and the Yu Zhou Ding Deity manifested, its aura profound, holy light twinkling, revealing supreme power.
"What is the next level of the Fortune Golden Dragon?"
Qin Wudao inquired.
The Yu Zhou Ding Deity bowed and replied with a smile: "The Fortune Spirit Dragon corresponds to Level Four Civilization; at this stage, not only can civilization create living beings, but the Fortune Golden Dragon will also gain spiritual nature, possessing extremely strong combat ability, able to become a guardian of a force!"
All things in Heaven and Earth possess spirituality!
Trees have spirits!
Rocks have spirits!
Even clouds possess spirits!
Naturally, the Fortune Golden Dragon too can develop spirituality!
However, the Fortune Golden Dragon’s level is so high that developing intelligence is very difficult, requiring many transformations.
Qin Wudao raised his eyebrow and asked: "How strong is it specifically?"
The Yu Zhou Ding Deity thought for a moment and said: "Easily kill a Daoist Saint!"
Daoist Saint!
Qin Wudao’s face froze, he helplessly waved his hand.
"Minister, withdraw!"
The Yu Zhou Ding Deity bowed, transformed into a wisp of blue smoke, and vanished without a trace.
"A long way to go!"
Qin Wudao sighed, the little pride that had risen in his heart was crushed to smithereens.
Honestly, after defeating the Yao Tribe, he felt a bit bloated!
Yet, his swelling wasn’t without reason!
Because the current Qin Dynasty has become the foremost power across all realms, and the invading legions, unstoppable in battle, displayed an invincible posture.
However, after conversing with the Yu Zhou Ding Deity, he realized he was but a junior in need of humility.
The Qin Dynasty is not particularly strong yet.
One must remember, there’s always someone stronger, one mountain is taller than another!
In some respects, the Qin Dynasty merely stands atop a hill, still needing to look up to countless towering mountains.
Just like when Qin stood at the world’s peak on the Primitive Continent.
But in the eyes of powers across realms, the Qin of that time was merely an ant, crushed with ease.
"Keep striving!"
Qin Wudao clenched his fists, ready to return to the imperial study to handle affairs.
At that moment, Xu Chu approached, bowing to report: "Your Majesty, the envoy from the Qin Sect has arrived!"
"No..."
Initially, Qin Wudao didn’t want to meet them, but recalling Bai Zhiyin’s previous enlightenment at the site of legacy, he changed his mind and said: "Have them wait in the side hall!"
Xu Chu bowed and departed quickly.
A quarter of an hour later, Qin Wudao arrived at the side hall.
In the empty grand hall, only sat a woman in a blue dress, her brows furrowed tightly, anxious and uneasy.
Upon seeing Qin Wudao, the woman in the blue dress hurriedly stood up, respectfully saluting: "Envoy of the Qin Sect, Alán, greets Your Majesty!"
Qin Wudao sat at the top, asking calmly: "Miss Alán, what matter brings you on a mission to the Qin?"
"Responding to Your Majesty!"
Alán lowered her head and said: "The Sect Master wishes to turn swords into plowshares and jointly develop with Qin!"
Qin Wudao’s expression unchanged, he shook his head and said: "Miss, don’t you find this matter rather humorous? Qin has never sought trouble with the Qin Sect, but the Qin Sect has repeatedly opposed Qin!"
"Now, after Qin defeated the Yao Tribe, your Qin Sect perceives the danger and wishes to turn swords into plowshares with Qin, is that possible?"