Ever since the Heaven Dou Empire split apart, many sects and clans all realized a single truth
There is no such thing as an eternal empire.
An empire is merely a coalition of interests.
Just like the former Heaven Dou Empire—because it could no longer satisfy the interests of all factions in the new era, it split into the Heavenly Soul Empire and the Dou Ling Empire.
The many duchies that existed ten thousand years ago served as buffer regions between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire. Once they were no longer needed, they too disappeared without a trace.
Even the Star Luo Empire had undergone changes in its royal lineage.
The short-lived Spirit Empire was the same. Although the Spirit Empire perished, many of the sects and clans that once joined it survived and even grew quite powerful.
The Sun Moon Empire's invasion made the upper echelons of many families and sects realize that a new era might be approaching.
Would the Sun Moon Empire destroy the Three Empires, unify the continent, and become the new overlord?
Or would the Three Empires and Shrek Academy once again severely wound the Sun Moon Empire, restoring peace to the continent?
Some sects and families had already begun choosing sides—in other words, gambling on the outcome.
This situation developed especially quickly within the Dou Ling Empire, which was visibly about to collapse.
Therefore, there were many people who wanted to defect to the Sun Moon Empire.
If not for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect protecting the royal family, New Lingdou City would have descended into chaos long ago.
As a result… the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also became a target for certain sects and families.
And so, in the middle of the night, a group of assassins slipped into the palace, heading straight for the place where Xuehui resided.
For these assassins to infiltrate the palace so easily without alerting anyone, and to precisely locate Xuehui's room—
Only a fool would believe there wasn't an insider helping them.
There were nine assassins, all elites. None were weaker than a Soul Sage—five Soul Sages and four Soul Douluo.
They wore matching black nightclothes, hid their martial spirits, and carried soul tools.
They were just about to break into the Imperial Study.
At that moment, a golden Buddhist radiance surged out from within, blocking all assassins outside.
Then the golden radiance formed the embodiment of a Bodhisattva, hands forming seals, expression compassionate—its appearance bore nine parts resemblance to Xuehui.
Before the assassins could launch a second attack, the Bodhisattva's golden figure emitted a vast Buddhist chant—
"Om! Ma! Ni! Pad! Me! Hum!"
The Six-Syllable Mantra resonated as though with heaven and earth, erupting with overwhelming force that blasted all nine assassins away, leaving them severely injured.
This was Xuehui's technique—
The Six-Syllable Mantra Curse!
Xuehui's fate-pattern was suited for Buddhist cultivation, so Huo Yuhao had taught her one of the few orthodox Buddhist methods carried within the Pudu Cihang inheritance.
Pudu Cihang possessed many Buddhist techniques, but very few were truly orthodox—and even if he obtained them, he certainly wouldn't practice them "properly."
Most of Pudu Cihang's methods were actually from fringe branches.
The Six-Syllable Mantra was one of the most widespread orthodox Buddhist methods— even common mortals knew the chant. But it could not be underestimated.
Different cultivators comprehended different things from it, leading to vastly different achievements.
Xuehui, born with a fate suited for Buddhist arts, managed in just a few years to cultivate the mantra to an advanced level— even condensing a Bodhisattva Golden Body.
Of course, the Bodhisattva Golden Body was only a manifestation, similar to visualization—she hadn't truly become a Bodhisattva.
The doors of the Imperial Study opened from inside.
Xuehui walked out wearing a dragon robe. The golden body phased into her form and vanished.
A terrifying aura radiated from her, leaving the assassins utterly shocked.
On Xuehui's body, nine soul rings appeared—
Six black, three red.
Between her brows was a crimson mark like a ruby.
It was a mark left by Huo Yuhao to aid her cultivation—her rapid growth was closely tied to it.
"Impossible…"
One assassin couldn't help crying out.
Who would have believed that Xuehui possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo—and with such an absurd soul ring configuration?
Back then, she ascended the throne at twelve years old. Even now she wasn't yet twenty. How could she possibly be a Titled Douluo?
Some assassins suddenly remembered—someone with this level of monstrous cultivation speed did exist—
Huo Yuhao.
Could this Dou Ling Empress also have some kind of special trait?
Xuehui, however, didn't bother talking to them nor interrogating who sent them. She simply raised her hands, formed seals, and once again chanted the Six-Syllable Mantra, suppressing all nine assassins.
Golden radiance descended like a mountain—
They tried to resist, but were soon forced to their knees and knocked unconscious.
Golden light flickered at their brows, their expressions filled with pain—clearly even their unconsciousness was far from peaceful.
Only then did Xuehui retract her power. The crimson mark faded from her brow.
She waved her hand, and bodyguards hidden in the shadows stepped forward to drag the assassins away.
This assassination ended like a farce—
Rather than an assassination, it felt like inviting turtles into a jar.
Xuehui was even in a fairly good mood.
"Usually when sparring with Sister Tian and Sister Feng, I can't freely use the Six-Syllable Mantra. Finally I get to use it casually."
Ning Zhirou appeared behind her, smiling.
"It seems some people have made their decision. Things will be easier to handle now."
Wufeng's voice came from inside the study.
"We didn't clean them out thoroughly last time. Otherwise where would all these traitors come from?"
"If you ask me, I should just go wipe them all out. And when the Sun Moon Empire arrives, I'll just wipe out their legions too. Why bother with all this beating around the bush?"
Xuehui turned and comforted her with a smile,
"Sister Feng, the Master said it's not time yet. Just wait a little longer."
"Tch~ that bastard!"
Wufeng ground her teeth at the mention of Huo Yuhao. One day, she vowed, she would crush his legs herself~
She stood up to leave.
"Where are you going, Sister Feng?"
"I'm going back to train my legs!"
…
Finally, the Demonic Monarch Soul Engineer Regiment arrived with their army outside the Dou Ling Empire's imperial city.
On top of the walls, the alliance of sects and clans had taken their positions.
The two sides stared across the battlefield, tension crackling.
As for the attempt on Xuehui's life, the sects and clans inside the city acted as if they knew nothing. No one asked, no one cared.
But now facing the Sun Moon Empire, they all pretended to be loyal ministers.
Within the Dou Ling alliance, someone suggested sending an envoy to talk with the regiment commander to see if there was room for negotiation.
However—
The commander of the Demonic Monarch Soul Engineer Regiment simply set up an artillery stand and loaded a ninth-rank stationary soul-guided cannon shell.
Whoosh—
BOOM!!!
The shell fell. Experts tried to stop it, but this was a specially-crafted ninth-rank shell, one of the top five strongest of its class.
Although it was detonated in mid-air, the explosion still affected New Lingdou City's walls.
And then—
the walls collapsed.
The alliance forces on the walls were instantly slaughtered.
"Attack!"
The regiment commander drew his long saber and roared.
When the moment came that the walls of New Lingdou City were broken through, everyone in the Douling Empire instantly understood that the empire had reached the brink of life and death.
A full year of military preparation in the Douling Empire now looked like a joke.
Their defenses, as fragile as paper, were torn apart the instant they faced the enemy.
In this year-long arms race, the Sun–Moon Empire had been producing soul tools, while the three empires merely expanded their armies and trained high-level soul masters.
The Douling Empire's legions had not expanded much, while most of its resources had been carved up by the major clans and sects.
And at some point, strange secret techniques had begun circulating across the continent—methods that allowed soul masters to rapidly increase their strength in exchange for a heavy price.
These secret techniques were extremely wild.
As long as resources were plentiful, even a Soul Saint gaining one full rank per month was considered slow.
These techniques had spread across the entire continent for a while, with many versions, but all capable of rapid power-boosting.
As for where they came from, no one could say. One day, they simply appeared and spread rapidly.
But any secret art capable of quickly "ripening" a soul master's strength—could it possibly be something good?
Most of these techniques were like the infamous Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual: the price was enormous.
Yet if you didn't practice it, but your nemesis did—would you simply sit and wait to die?
If your sect or clan refused to practice it, but your rivals did—would you wait for your entire lineage to be destroyed?
Thus, many chose to cultivate the secret arts.
As a result, the number of Soul Saints and Soul Douluo within the coalition forces was actually quite high.
Newly emerged clans and sects had also grown explosively thanks to these techniques.
But in the devastating strike that the Evil Monarch Soul Engineer Regiment's commander had just landed on the wall, many of these strong individuals had barely managed to dodge.
Yet what awaited them now was a three-round volley of fixed-installed soul cannon shells.
With a single wave of the commander's hand, the soul engineer regiment behind him unleashed the prepared shells.
Each volley of the Sun–Moon Empire's army contained:
• One 9th-rank fixed-installed shell
• Ten 8th-rank shells
• And numerous 7th- and 6th-rank shells.
An 8th-rank fixed-installed shell was equivalent to a full-power strike of a Titled Douluo.
A 9th-rank fixed-installed shell—even an ordinary one—had the power of a Super Douluo's full-power attack.
Against three volleys of such firepower, even a group of Titled Douluo on the wall would not survive.
There were indeed a few Titled Douluo guarding the wall, from hidden clans and hidden sects—the very leaders of the coalition.
They activated their Martial Soul True Bodies and unleashed their ninth soul skills, attempting to block the shells.
They were promptly blown to pieces by the 9th-rank shells.
The explosions drowned out even the screams.
The crumbling wall was flattened, then blasted into a deep crater.
With the wall breached, the coalition suffered horrific casualties—its defensive power almost entirely crushed.
Even people inside Lingdou City were caught in the blast.
Where the wall once stood was now a ruined, blood-soaked wasteland filled with severed limbs.
The remaining coalition members—barely a few dozen—were trembling in terror.
These survivors had lived only because they had been standing far from the impact zone.
Some collapsed into madness on the spot, muttering "This is a dream, wake up…"
Others chose to kill themselves.
Under overwhelming fear and sorrow, the soul either dies or erupts.
Some let out heart-rending screams:
"Fight those Sun–Moon Empire bastards to the death!"
"Follow me—charge!"
"If we die, then none of them should live!"
"Give me back my lover's life!"
They rushed out of the city, intending to die together with the enemy.
But earlier the full coalition had lacked the ability to resist; now only a few dozen desperate souls remained—how could they possibly do anything?
A few simple soul-tool laser shots wiped out every last soul master still daring to resist.
"A coalition made of clans and sects—strong individually, perhaps, but with no legion discipline. Their usefulness isn't even on par with some ordinary soul engineer regiments."
The commander of the Evil Monarch Soul Engineer Regiment commented coldly.
In their eyes, the coalition's soul tools were utterly worthless.
Soon, the Sun–Moon Empire's legions formally marched into Lingdou City.
The moment they entered, several people dropped to their knees, groveling for mercy.
These were the clans and sect members who had been terrified into madness.
They did not resist; they begged to surrender.
"I'm the clan head! I'll swear allegiance! My whole family will serve the Sun–Moon Empire—just don't kill me!"
"Please spare me! I'll offer up everything my sect owns!"
"I can help you conquer the Douling Empire and the other empires!"
The commander looked down on them with disdain.
"A bunch of fence-sitters."
"Kill them."
The Sun–Moon Empire did not take prisoners.
Moreover, many of these people had used secret arts—power obtained through life-burning, unstable like drug-induced boosts. They didn't know how to craft soul tools, and barely knew how to use them.
Even if the empire wanted to take prisoners, these people would never be chosen.
Most would die from life-shortening backlash long before they served any purpose.
At his order, the soul engineers raised their soul-beam rifles and fired, ignoring the pleading cries.
After breaching the city walls, the commander did not smile.
He gazed toward the inner city—whose towering walls still stood firm.
Just now, they had not encountered soul masters from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Nanmen Clan.
Everyone knew: those two factions were the true power of the Douling Empire.
Clearly, someone was deliberately using the Sun–Moon Army to eliminate the disobedient coalition forces.
"Advance on the inner city! Our goal is to take the imperial palace—capture Empress Xue Hui alive!"
After cleaning up the trash, the commander issued his next order.
Inside the Inner City
Chaos was erupting.
"Your Majesty, why are you still refusing to dispatch the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Nanmen Clan? Do you intend to watch the outer-city coalition be slaughtered?!"
A minister from a hidden clan was angrily questioning Xue Hui.
The outer coalition had been annihilated too quickly, and the hidden clans were panicking.
They wanted Xue Hui to send reinforcements.
Xue Hui responded with complete indifference:
"The ones dying are your people. What does that have to do with me?"
The minister froze—then suddenly understood.
Xue Hui was using the war to cleanse their power.
A chill ran down his spine.
"You—you tyrant! Foolish tyrant! At a time like this you're still playing power games?! When Lingdou City falls, do you think you'll still be emperor?!"
Xue Hui remained unfazed.
To firmly secure her throne, she had no need to listen to these hidden clans or hidden sects.
She only needed to become brother Hao's shape.
"Not being emperor is fine. After all, back then I was only pushed onto the throne anyway."
Xue Hui spoke carelessly.
The minister was truly at his wit's end.
A mocking light flashed in Xue Hui's eyes.
She had endured these hidden clans and hidden sects for far too long!
When the zombie army was invading, not a single one of them showed up.
But when it was time to divide benefits, they all crawled out—demanding the biggest share.
What irritated her most was that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Nanmen family had worked so hard to stabilize the Douling Empire.
Yet the moment these hidden clans and sects appeared, they secretly stirred up division. Worse, they even roped in newly risen families and sects—acting like having a few Title Douluo in their clan meant they could do whatever they wanted.
The originally stable Douling Empire had now split into two factions because of them:
The faction led by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Nanmen family—loyal believers of Huo Yuhao.
The faction led by the hidden clans and hidden sects, dragging along the freshly emerged families and sects.
These newcomers had also gotten arrogant, forgetting their place.
They thought that just because they used secret methods to mass-produce Soul Douluo and Soul Saints, they could stand equal to the believer families.
But those so-called "secret methods" circulating outside were nothing more than crippled, corrupted versions of the cultivation arts used by the believers—did they really not know?
Oh right, they really didn't know.
During the military buildup, Xue Hui had wanted to manufacture soul tools and cultivate excellent soul masters for the army.
But the hidden clans and sects took the lead in fighting the new families for the already scarce resources of the Douling Empire.
This left the empire's defenses in shambles.
And now they came to dump responsibility on her—acting like they were the ones suffering, even whispering behind her back that "a woman cannot be emperor."
Did they really think Xue Hui didn't know?
If the harvest season had already come, she would have long chopped down every single person from those hidden clans and sects.
The assassination attempt earlier?
That was orchestrated by them as well.
What made things worse was that the coalition army was also controlled by these hidden clans and sects.
They refused to let the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Nanmen family intervene.
Now that the coalition force had suffered heavy casualties, they panicked and blamed her for not helping.
They claimed to be guarding the outer city, but Xue Hui fully believed their real aim was to surround the inner city.
If they defeated the Sun–Moon Empire's armies, they would immediately divide the remaining territory of the Douling Empire among themselves.
If they failed, they would absolutely turn their weapons around and lead the Sun–Moon Empire straight into the inner city.
But the coalition never expected that—
The Sun–Moon Empire had no need for prisoners, nor did they value a bunch of artificially-manufactured soul masters.
A group of little nobodies, did they really think they were chessmasters who could manipulate the continent's affairs?
Ordinary people might not understand the truth behind this war but the royal families and core members of the four empires certainly did.
They were the main actors in this grand play.
The minister stormed toward the exit in fury.
Others from hidden clans and sects who held court positions also moved to leave together.
However, they were blocked by Nanmen Yuzhi and Nanmen Yuruo.
"What do you think you're doing? Are you planning to attack us here?" the minister shouted, trying to sound tough though his courage wavered.
The Nanmen sisters were far from minor figures in the Douling Empire.
Even disregarding their status, both were Super Douluo, clans and sects alike avoided direct confrontation with them.
"The coalition army is gone. You're useless now. The next act of this play has no role for you." Nanmen Yuzhi said coldly.
"Your Nanmen family wants to go to war with the clans and sects behind us?!" the minister yelled in fear and anger.
Xue Hui chuckled softly.
"Don't worry. Your clans and sects have already gone ahead of you~"
"What?!"
Before the minister could question further, Nanmen Yuzhi and Nanmen Yuruo struck decisively crushing every hidden clan and sect member in the court like ants.
They weren't merely dual Super Douluo
They were dual Ultimate Douluo!
At the same time, inside the inner city, members of hidden clans and sects were being swiftly purged by the believer families.
Outside Lingdou City, Nanmen Yuner personally led an army. Tu Xijun acted as strategist, and Taylor commanded the vanguard.
They launched a full-scale assault on the already-mapped headquarters of the hidden clans and sects.
All three women were, of course, Ultimate Douluo.
The outbreak of war not only signified that Huo Yuhao's plan had entered its next stage
It was also harvest time.
Spreading the crippled secret arts was meant to cultivate large numbers of soul masters.
Even if Soul Saints and Soul Douluo were weak, their quantity still made them valuable harvest.
All across the continent, hidden formation flags absorbed the resentment and souls born from war and slaughter.
The grand formation grew stronger by the moment.
When Huo Yuhao, Tang Wutong, Jin Qiuer, and Zhang Lexuan arrived at Lingdou City—
The Evil Monarch Soul Engineer Regiment, along with other Sun–Moon Empire armies, was besieging the inner city.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Nanmen family led the believer families in battling the Sun–Moon Empire's forces.
Nanmen Yuzhi and Nanmen Yuruo were naturally fighting as well.
Although the script only allowed them to use Super Douluo-level power
In theory, two Super Douluo should have easily overwhelmed the Evil Monarch Regiment.
But the Sun–Moon Empire had technology on their side.
The Evil Monarch Regiment, two Ten Directions Legions, and several regular legions combined their power through a gigantic joint soul tool formation.
It gathered all their strength into a colossal Evil-Eyed Tyrant projection, its aura containing even divine pressure.
Nanmen Yuzhi and Nanmen Yuruo couldn't win, and could only remain on the defensive.
Wu Feng roared furiously, activating the Crimson Dragon King True Body.
With one flap of her wings, the sky rained fire, her super martial soul's power displayed in full.
And then
The Crimson Dragon King True Body was blasted down from the sky by a single "Evil Eye Gaze" from the projection.
Wu Feng wanted to curse out loud.
"Damn it! Huo Yuhao, why won't you let me use my full power?! You're making me fight with a normal Title Douluo's strength while they're using divine power—should I fight with my head?!"
"Huo Yuhao! If I ever see you again, I'll—!"
"You'll what?"
A familiar voice sounded by her ear. The next moment, Wu Feng fell into a warm embrace.
She looked up and saw Huo Yuhao's handsome face.
Her cheeks instantly flushed.
Not from embarrassment but from sheer anger.
"Huo Yuhao, you read my mind!" Wu Feng growled between clenched teeth.
"I didn't. You're just too easy to guess." Huo Yuhao replied.
"Really? I don't believe you!"
"Believe it or don't."
Wu Feng shoved him away and hovered in the air again.
When she glanced back toward the battlefield, she saw three figures engaging the Evil-Eyed Tyrant projection
Zhang Lexuan stood beneath a hanging full moon, unleashing a hundred beams of moonlight.
Jin Qiuer's golden dragon spear danced, shattering every incoming attack.
Tang Wutong radiated divine brilliance.
She didn't even strike directly—yet effortlessly suppressed the projection's power.
Wu Feng stared in shock.
"Wang Dong'er became a god?!"
"Second-tier god. Butterfly God. And she's Tang Wutong now." Huo Yuhao explained.
Wu Feng snorted, "My Tian'er isn't weaker. She inherited a first-tier god position!"
Facing the legions of the Sun–Moon Empire, Huo Yuhao didn't need to take action himself.
Because
Tang Wutong: "I'll make the move!"
The Clear Sky Hammer martial soul appeared in Tang Wutong's hand. Around the hammer floated nine soul rings seven black, two red, and one blue-gold.
In truth, her first nine rings originally came from spirit beasts above fifty thousand years. After completing the God Trials, their years had been elevated, and two of them had been raised to the hundred-thousand-year level.
The tenth god ring was the God-bestowed soul ring she gained after ascending to godhood.
Why didn't she directly absorb a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast ring? Was it because she didn't want to?
No it's because nearly all wild hundred-thousand-year soul beasts on the entire continent had already been wiped out by Huo Yuhao.
Even Jiang Nannan's ninth ring, The Golden Hawk, had been seized personally by Di Tian, who flew into the skies just to catch one.
There might still be some deeply hidden hundred-thousand-year soul beasts somewhere, but they were extremely difficult to find.
Fortunately, there were still many beasts above fifty thousand years.
Tang Wutong actually hadn't trained much with the Clear Sky Hammer, but as the young master of the Clear Sky Sect, she had still obtained the cultivation methods of the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes and the Great Xumi Hammer.
"Void Technique!"
Tang Wutong swung the hammer down, power condensed and harmonized, echoing like a vast empty valley.
A projection of the Evil-Eyed Tyrant unleashed an Evil-Eye Gaze to clash against her blow.
The Evil-Eye Soul Engineer Legion and the other units operated a combined array—a half–soul tool, half–magic treasure crafted personally by Xu Tianci. It contained the might of his divine power.
The core of the soul tool was a hundred-thousand-year Evil-Eyed Tyrant nucleus. It could summon the tyrant's phantom to fight, and even release the Evil-Eyed Tyrant's soul skills.
Evil-Eye Gaze was the innate skill of the Evil-Eye Tyrant race, spiritual rays shot from the eyes, capable of instantly shattering a soul master's spiritual sea.
That was how Wufeng had been defeated.
No matter how powerful she was, she couldn't block an attack aimed directly at the spirit.
Fortunately, with Wufeng's strength, even if her spiritual sea was attacked, she wouldn't suffer too serious of an injury.
But having her soul skill forcibly interrupted was unavoidable. After all, Wufeng had never trained seriously in spiritual power—despite being an Ultimate Douluo, her spiritual cultivation was extremely lacking.
In terms of spiritual control, she was still far inferior to Mu En of the past.
Although Wufeng's strength had reached Ultimate Douluo, there were still many areas she needed to improve.
The Evil-Eye Gaze wasn't enough to trigger the life-saving method Huo Yuhao had left inside Wufeng's body.
…
BOOM
The Clear Sky Hammer collided with the Evil-Eye Gaze, and the spiritual beam was instantly shattered.
The Evil-Eyed Tyrant phantom only possessed divine aura, whereas Tang Wutong was an actual god.
Even without replenishing her divine power in the God Realm, her surpassing-level-100 divine strength was undeniable.
The commander of the Evil-Lord Soul Engineer Regiment stared at Tang Wutong's ten soul rings, nearly swearing on the spot.
Was this not outright bullying?!
If you have the ability, go fight our Sun–Moon Emperor in Mingdu!
What's the point in bullying a mere little Super Douluo like him?
Yes, this commander was a Super Douluo.
After Xu Tianci became a god, even the scraps leaking from his fingers had made the Sun–Moon Empire's strength soar dramatically.
But the commander did not yield. He again attempted to control the Evil-Eyed Tyrant phantom, launching another attack at Tang Wutong.
Tang Wutong snorted coldly. The Clear Sky Hammer expanded, smashing down and instantly obliterating the phantom.
The soldiers forming the array below all suffered backlash. Weaker ones collapsed immediately, bleeding from their seven orifices—though not dead, the countershock devastated them.
With the phantom broken, the backlash crippled the Sun–Moon legions' ability to fight.
"So that's what a god-level expert is like? Just two attacks to defeat thousands so easily."
Nanmen Yuzhi sighed.
Nanmen Yurou's gaze burned not at Tang Wutong, but at Huo Yuhao.
Because she knew who could help them ascend to godhood!
"Surrender. I don't wish to slaughter you," Tang Wutong said loftily.
A god high above granting mortals one last chance this was the mercy and grace of the strong, and also proof of her generosity.
The commander of the Evil-Lord Soul Engineer Regiment coughed blood, his breathing eased, but he did not respond.
Because he had not yet lost completely.
He held the core control plate of the formation in his hands.
"His Majesty told me when he gave me the formation disc if we encounter a god-level enemy, the summoned Evil-Eyed Tyrant phantom will certainly be unable to fight them, but His Majesty left a final trump card inside this disc."
"As long as I activate it, the Sun–Moon Empire will not lose!"
With that, he pressed his palm onto the core and injected soul power into it, following the frequency Xu Tianci had taught him.
Tang Wutong narrowed her eyes, but did not stop him.
The arrogance of a god made her disdain interrupting him she wanted to see what other trump cards the Sun–Moon Empire possessed.
CRACK!
The disc clicked then popped open.
Under the commander's expectant gaze
At the center of the disc appeared a signal flare.
Yes, a firework-like signal flare.
It ignited automatically and shot into the sky with a swish, rising tens of meters before bursting into multicolored fireworks.
To be fair, it was quite pretty.
"That's it?" Jin Qiuer was stunned.
Tang Wutong nearly burst out laughing.
But Zhang Lexuan frowned, something felt wrong.
"So you choose not to surrender? Then you will stay here forever," Tang Wutong said coldly. She felt she had been played with.
The commander also looked utterly confused. Now he suspected his own emperor was messing with him…
But then a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
A god-level aura!
"There really is reinforcements?!" the commander shouted with joy, his doubt instantly dispelled.
"Our Emperor truly plans ten moves ahead!"
An aura of wickedness and death fell from above.
But it was not Xu Tianci.
It was
"Corpse God!"
Huo Yuhao lifted his head solemnly at the figure appearing in the sky.
A figure wearing dragon-embroidered imperial robes descended, radiating terrifying might.
Even Tang Wutong had to take this Corpse God seriously because his aura surpassed her own.
Wufeng glanced at Huo Yuhao and could only sigh. Huo Yuhao's acting truly was flawless.
After learning Huo Yuhao's true nature, Wufeng now felt everything he did looked like acting. But she didn't care as long as nothing threatened her Ning Tian, everything else was irrelevant.
Following Huo Yuhao meant becoming a god—and staying with Ning Tian forever. That was all that mattered.
The Corpse God descended from the sky, his body growing taller and more imposing. Shockingly, his movements were more lifelike now—his eyes even carried intelligence and consciousness.
And at this moment, Huo Yuhao was not controlling him.
The real one in control was Eunuch Gao or rather, Eunuch Gao had already fused completely with the Corpse God.
Huo Yuhao had fulfilled the promise he once made to him
He gave Eunuch Gao a body. And not just any body a complete, intact, god-level corpse body. Eunuch Gao couldn't have been happier.
A god-level soul fused into a god-level corpse.
A ghost mounted upon a corpse body even the King of Hell would shiver at the sight.
Their strength instantly leaped a full great realm, easily stepping into the third-rank god level.
Yet the aura they released
Was already comparable to a first-rank god!