Chapter 519: Where the Heart Points, Where the Action Goes

In the firmament, seven-colored clouds shone, filling the horizon, looking like a piece of brilliant light, beautiful and breathtaking.

The color of the clouds and mist was also changed, revealing golden yellow, hanging high in the sky, as if witnessing this grand ceremony.

The four-clawed golden dragon let out a roar, making the eight directions rumble, spitting out more clouds, and faintly there were tall, illusory figures, as if they were the Prefecture Overseers of Fenghai Prefecture through the ages, witnessing all this here.

Of course, they were just illusory shadows transformed by luck.

Besides that, there were bursts of rain gathered by spiritual energy, falling from between the clouds and mist. When it sprinkled on heaven and earth, the foreign substances scattered by the Forbidden Immortal remaining here were completely dissipated.

Countless plants grew vigorously, and all living beings in the Prefecture Capital, everyone's cultivation was rising, and some stubborn illnesses and injuries were also accelerating their recovery.

As if a prosperous age had arrived.

This scene made all the cultivators here, made everyone in the Prefecture Capital, cheer without exception.

There were even representatives sent by various tribes of Fenghai Prefecture, who witnessed these from afar, and couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts.

Even the Immortal-Near Clan respectfully lowered their heads.

However, what does that have to do with me? I completed the agreement. If the Prefecture Overseer himself cannot hold it, it has nothing to do with me.

"Your Highness, Prefecture Overseer, Fenghai's cultivation has a problem, please don't take offense. I will punish him myself when I go back!"

Almost at the same time as Vice Lu Ying's words came, Deacon Daoist Sinan and Deacon Sun of the Sword-Holding Palace also rose slowly into the air, bowing to the altar.

The Prefecture Overseer stood under the altar, looking at Fenghai from afar, and spoke in a heavy voice.

"It shouldn't be possible, Master will definitely not be in trouble, but if by any chance..."

The crying of begging turned into despair, gradually quieting down beside Fenghai's ears.

Fenghai lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Fenghai was in the front of the crowd, also raising his head to look, but what I was looking at was not the First Imperial Prince, but this huge statue of the Fenghai Prefecture Emperor.

The First Imperial Prince's tone was impassioned, his voice resounding through the blue sky.

His whole body was shrouded in clouds, the Cang Dragon transformed above his head, and canopy after canopy appeared, brilliant to the extreme.

"In that battle, your human race opened the precedent of tens of thousands of years, Xuan Zhan Human Emperor, known to heaven and earth!"

"Eldest Senior Brother, you can't hold it back."

As soon as my words came out, Deacon Daoist Sinan and Deacon Sun each spread their cultivation, and the more than ten thousand crowns on the ground erupted with aura instantly.

And Fenghai is not as good as the Prefecture Overseer.

Fenghai stepped forward and bowed to Vice Lu Ying beside him, bowed to the two deacons, bowed to the more than ten thousand comrades on the ground, then raised his head, his voice fierce, and spoke in a heavy voice.

Winds rose in the four directions.

Bursts of excitement rose again in the four directions.

At this moment, on the altar, the First Imperial Prince looked at the Prefecture Overseer beside him.

"No harm, but I also want to hear why he is speaking out? And Fenghai, I remember you even taught him before."

I know that I shouldn't do some things. I used countless reasons these days to tell myself what is the correct way to do things.

Vice Xiang Jun's footsteps paused—that is my name, but I still retreated a few steps, arrived beside Fenghai, raised my head to look at the Prefecture Overseer, and spoke bitterly but from the heart.

Making me stand out, making me deeply remembered and recognized in the hearts of the people of Lu Yinghong, especially in the Sword-Holding Palace, and even more, seeing me, they would instinctively think of Xiang Jun.

Qing Qiu was silent, but the hand holding the sickle used some force.

That is the recognition of heaven, earth, and man!

And compared to Xiang Jun and the Prefecture Overseer, the Prefecture Overseer is also not as good.

Especially the Captain, who even had blue light emanating from his body.

The general trend cannot suppress my soul.

Not to mention, that is the legacy order of Xiang Jun of the Sword-Holding Palace.

"That is the blessing of a prefecture's luck. Although it doesn't have much use for us, for a Return to Void cultivator, with this prefecture's luck, one can increase one level of power, or even increase more to Half-Step Profound Realm, which is not impossible!"

Lu Ying's eyelids drooped slightly, his hands clenched into fists, then relaxed, and then when he clenched them again, the Captain's hand was placed on Fenghai's shoulder.

The Captain was also somewhat emotional.

What is correct, what is wrong, to hell with all of that!

"Not only that, the eight lost prefectures were all taken back for you!"

Under the gaze of all, Lu Ying was expressionless, took out the jade slip given by Xiang Jun—this is evidence.

This is the unity of all people!

Thus, his words at this moment could explode in the four directions like heavenly thunder, making the square quiet, and the entire Prefecture Capital seemed to vibrate.

"Prefecture Overseer, Fenghai is Xiang Jun's accompanying book order, a Sword-Holder. I am young and ignorant, but I am loyal until death. After Xiang Jun sacrificed, he entrusted me to you, so I must protect..."

From my angle, it looked as if the hands of the Fenghai Prefecture Emperor were holding this luck crown, wanting to wear it on the Prefecture Overseer's head.

At this moment, his words were like shocking thunder, instantly exploding in the four directions, rumbling in the hearts of everyone who heard it, making the hundreds of thousands of people in the square noisy for a moment.

"My Lu Yinghong human race sons, you have suffered these past six months."

"The White Clan has bullied my human race for tens of thousands of years. We paid the price for this. On the Imperial Capital battlefield, tens of thousands of White Clan members died, and the Sun of Dawn that erupted in their two domains destroyed ten times more White Clan members!"

"Eldest Senior Brother, did you hear that?" Lu Ying suddenly spoke.

"My human race, a great victory!"

"That's right, Little Ah Qing, you haven't completely grown up yet." The Captain laughed.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators raised their heads.

The Prefecture Overseer smiled and bowed slightly.

Almost the moment the Prefecture Overseer spoke, hundreds of thousands of people on the altar made sounds, and more sounds came from the mouths of the mortals in the Prefecture Capital, echoing between heaven and earth.

"And my human race released eight this time, and there are more."

In an instant, the firmament's thunder erupted again, as if millions of thunders exploded, forming air waves that spread in four directions, rolling heaven-shakingly. More luck gathered, and the crown became clearer, even falling from the firmament and floating on the Prefecture Capital altar.

But now, it's different.

"Has it been two years?" Fenghai felt that time passed a bit fast.

This is the recognition of Lu Ying's luck, this is the recognition of a side of Heaven's Dao!

On the altar, the Prefecture Overseer looked at Lu Ying, looking very seriously, as if wanting to re-recognize him. After a moment, he spoke fiercely.

The heaven here refers to the Lu Yinghong Emperor, and the First Imperial Prince, as a member of the Imperial Clan, can represent heaven here. So he looked at the Prefecture Overseer and nodded.

Just like at this moment, amidst Fenghai's echoing words, the Vice Xiang Jun of the Sword-Holding Palace, the old man who watched Xiang Jun die in battle with tears in his eyes, suddenly rushed out and roared at Fenghai.

"Ask heaven, can the sons of war cultivation serve as the Prefecture Overseer of the Palace Master?"

Compared to the Prefecture Overseer, Fenghai is not as good in reputation.

"But I know, there might be some people who think my approach is a bit cruel, think my behavior is to turn Lu Yinghong into my territory."

"I didn't hear it, and he didn't hear it either."

"Before this, he led the war cultivation cultivators, restored all the operations and reconstruction of war cultivation, making war cultivation as it was, this is the seventh merit!"

"This half domain of land has four prefectures and a hundred states."

The First Imperial Prince looked at the ground, his gaze carrying some determination, and his voice also became lower.

"Little Junior Brother, why don't we go back in a while." "I say."

Even the mortals of the Prefecture Capital, as long as they heard these, were also silent, and the hearts of the people wavered.

"For this matter, I have already reported to the Human Emperor and also obtained the Human Emperor's acceptance. So today, I will choose someone you are familiar with for your war cultivation to become the Prefecture Overseer of war cultivation."

Once this happens, then the death of the Lei Team, the death of Master Bai, the death of the Eighth Master, all of this will become regrets.

A slightly smaller seven-tassel crown actually crowned itself on Fenghai's head!

This Vice Xiang Jun roared, but his eyes were clearly nervous. He turned around quickly, bowed to the altar, and spoke loudly.

"In July this year, after the war broke out, when Xiang Jun led the army to the front, he gave me a mission to secretly investigate the cause of the Prefecture Overseer's death!"

At that moment, I didn't want to consider whether my approach was right or wrong, whether it was life or death; I wanted to act according to my heart.

That was Fenghai's own voice, which I suppressed again.

The Prefecture Overseer looked at Fenghai.

Because Kong Xianglong's identity was only known to everyone after Xiang Jun died, and Fenghai here, during the war, except for a period in the middle, was often beside Xiang Jun at other times.

"During the war, I protected the rear, making Lu Yinghong's hearts not chaotic, contributing my own strength to the front-line war, this is the eighth merit!"

And those who leave their names here at the Great Emperor, the Human Emperor will also attach importance to them. Such... even if it is me, I cannot easily move them.

"Eldest Senior Brother, what reason should we find to leave?" Fenghai transmitted to the Captain beside him softly.

Thus, the First Imperial Prince didn't speak. I wanted to see how the Prefecture Overseer handled it.

Fenghai muttered in his heart, but while I was comforting myself like that, in my mind, there was a shrill voice telling me that the person in front of me was the murderer who killed the Prefecture Overseer and indirectly caused Xiang Jun's death.

Lu Yinghong's great tribulation was also planned by this person for many years.

"The blood they shed, I saw it, their sacrifice, the Human Emperor saw it, their contribution, the human race saw it."

This also includes the commanders of the three palaces.

At this moment, the crying rose and fell in my ears, turning into the turmoil in my heart.

Fenghai muttered softly. Amidst the Captain's pupils shrinking, Kong Xianglong's gasping, Qing Qiu's dumbfoundedness, and the extreme confusion of the people around, my body flew high from the ground!

Hundreds of thousands of people on the ground, Fenghai alone rose into the air!

"I, Lu Ying, who asked the heart of the Great Emperor for ten thousand feet, praise!"

"War, has begun."

The firmament changed color.

As soon as my words came out, Vice Xiang Jun, who was about to block, paused. The hundreds of thousands of cultivators here also felt turmoil in their hearts one by one, looking at Lu Ying.

Imperial crown seventeen tassels, domain crown ten tassels, Imperial Prince crown four tassels, prefecture crown seven tassels.

The Captain's expression was as usual. He looked at Fenghai deeply, then shook his head.

"Please Prefecture Overseer correct!"

The coronation ceremony of the Prefecture Overseer, the focus is not on asking heaven, asking earth, or asking people; this is the tradition and etiquette set by the Fenghai Prefecture Emperor back then.

The First Imperial Prince had ripples in his eyes, looking at Prefecture Overseer Lu Ying.

But now, he didn't want to weigh it anymore.

As soon as my words came out, the sky suddenly sent out rumbling thunder, as if millions of heavenly thunders exploded. Amidst the echoing loud noise, this vortex transformed by luck became more turbid, faintly forming a crown.

At the same time, on the altar, the Prefecture Overseer looked at Lu Ying, looking very seriously, as if wanting to re-recognize him. After a moment, he spoke fiercely.

The First Imperial Prince's gaze froze, looking at the top of Fenghai's head, huge turmoil rising in his heart. I know Fenghai.

"Not only were the eight prefectures taken back, but half a domain of the Sheng Lan Great Domain was also taken back by your human race!"

That is the direction of the people's hearts!

His voice echoed in the four directions.

Under the firmament, Vice Lu Ying saw this and immediately shouted to stop the crowd from rising into the air, then continued to bow to the altar.

This point, even Kong Xianglong couldn't do it.

"And war cultivation, through their joint efforts, held firm as before!"

"After half a year, I finally finished the investigation. This case, besides Marquis Yao, has other suspicions, as if there is another murderer, but Xiang Jun has sacrificed, I have no one to report to. Prefecture... can you allow me to report to you here? To provide more truth for the fall of the Prefecture Overseer, making the truth clearer to all human beings in Lu Yinghong."

The four directions were fierce. Everyone, in Fenghai's words, couldn't help but look at Prefecture Overseer Lu Ying. The cause of the Prefecture Overseer's death was the pain of all war cultivation.

The Captain spoke proudly.

At this moment, Fenghai's inner emotional struggle reached the extreme, finally turning into heavenly thunder, exploding rumblingly, shattering all thoughts. He raised his head and sighed softly.

"Sword-Holder, below the Emperor, all can be beheaded!"

"My human domain treasure is heaven-shaking and earth-shattering. The most terrifying point is not the short-term effect; it will continue to burn in the White Clan territory for sixty years!"

All the mortals in the Prefecture Capital, in their eyes, compared to Lu Ying, the Prefecture Overseer was the one who benefited everything.

"Ask heaven, can the old man serve as the Prefecture Overseer of the Palace Master?"

Even the cultivators of the Eight Great Palaces, although shocked at this moment, the confusion, surprise, and bewilderment revealed in their expressions, all of this made Lu Ying understand what he had to face.

And on the altar, the Prefecture Overseer's expression was calm, continuing to speak.

"And what does it have to do with me? That's right, it has to do with me... I am just a small person who wants to live. I have a Master, have Senior Brothers, I cannot implicate them."

And even if it was handled well, the matter of the Prefecture Overseer becoming the Prefecture Overseer would also have some stains. After all, a praise of ten thousand feet of asking the heart, and also gathered the recognition of war cultivation luck, such... his own father emperor would also have some thoughts.

The countless words I used to persuade myself for more than half a month were pale and powerless at this moment. No matter what, I couldn't suppress the thoughts that rose in my mind after knowing everything.

Perhaps, his thoughts would change in the next instant, perhaps if he came again, he might not be like this.

At the moment when this luck crown was about to fall, at the moment when the desperate child's crying was about to dissipate, Fenghai stood in mid-air, looking at heaven and earth.

"Can!"

The Imperial Prince finished speaking, without waiting for the crowd below to react, he faced the Fenghai Prefecture Emperor statue, bowed, then turned, raised his head to look at these illusory figures of past Prefecture Overseers in the firmament, and bowed with cupped fists again.

"Can!"

Fenghai lowered his head. I didn't want to look. At this moment, I was silent. In my heart, I told myself, there is still one day. One day later, I will return to the Blood Child Sect.

He finally said that sentence, and he must also add the words "clear conscience." This is the qualification.

Although there are many people who can't see it, there are also those who see it!

This is the last ritual. The First Imperial Prince has no status to answer on behalf. The one who answers this question should be the people of war cultivation.

To hell with weighing!

That sentence echoed for more than seventy days, and was also suppressed by me for more than seventy days.

After saying this sentence, an unprecedented relaxation and clarity appeared all over Fenghai's body. The haze that had been suppressed for seventy days was swept away.

The hearts of the people buried my heart.

As the First Imperial Prince spoke, merit after merit spread in all directions. Hundreds of thousands of people on the altar, tens of millions of people in the Prefecture Capital, all heard it. Respectful gazes gathered on the Prefecture Overseer one after another.

The Captain spoke softly, the hand pressing on Fenghai's shoulder very hard.

Lu Ying had already walked into the hearts of the human race of war cultivation unknowingly. His assistance provided huge help to the western front line. His status as an accompanying book order made countless people know of his existence.

No one knows me, no one understands me. To others, I am just a name.

In my mind, a sentence echoed again.

No matter what, no matter how big a mistake Fenghai makes, at this moment, we instinctively have to protect him. Conversely, Fenghai would also do the same. We are comrades-in-arms!

The First Imperial Prince spoke softly.

"No matter, everything has returned. My master, after the Sheng Lan Clan transaction is completed, at most eight days, I can sacrifice all the living beings of war cultivation, squeeze out all the luck to form a fruit of life, and take it to see you."

Fenghai suddenly raised his head, looking at the firmament. This crying was faint, but looking at the reactions of others around, it seemed no one noticed.

But as an Imperial Prince, he knows more than others. He understands that the Great Emperor asking the heart represents that he has left a name at the Great Emperor statue in the Imperial Capital!

"Ask earth, can the old man serve as the Prefecture Overseer of the Palace Master?"

"Today I, Gu Yue Zhang Gan, as the first son of the Xuan Zhan Human Emperor, recommend one person to be the new Prefecture Overseer. After heaven, earth, and man ask the heart, I will report to the Human Emperor and issue a decree to bestow the title!"

"I... cannot say this word 'can'..."

There are also Sword-Holder figures with crowns, who are about to rise into the air at this moment. The number is so large, a full ten

thousand, Kong Xianglong, the Captain, Qing Qiu, Xiang Ningyan, are all among them.

The firmament's luck rumbled. Amidst millions of thunders exploding, the seven-tassel crown representing the protection of a prefecture was instantly formed. Luck gathered, the earth trembled, and the sky had ten thousand feet of turmoil.

This is an ancient regulation, preserved to this day.

This ten thousand feet of asking the heart, which had never appeared in war cultivation before, others only know it's not simple, very rare, similar to being root-red and seedling-straight, can be trusted, and has huge benefits for future promotion.

He still smiled fiercely, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes even clearer.

"Yes, it's been two years."

In this sigh, he spat out a breath of depression that had been suppressed in his body for seventy days.

"During my time as Prefecture Overseer, I was diligent, assisting the Prefecture Overseer above, pitying the people below, and worked hard. This is the ninth merit!"

Faintly, the clouds and mist in the firmament also dimmed a bit. As luck gathered, a huge vortex transformed in the sky.

"But I, ultimately cannot deceive my own heart."

This is not formed by magic, but invisible luck is gathering here.

Saying this, I retreated a few steps, wanting to take Fenghai away, and my whole body's cultivation spread out, preventing sudden changes from these Imperial Capital commanders and the Prefecture Overseer.

"The Palace Master's prefecture cannot be without a guardian. The Prefecture Overseers through the ages are all heroes."

The only point that made him remember Fenghai before was not Lu Ying's merit, nor his small identity as Xiang Jun's accompanying book order in the Sword-Holding Palace, but the ten thousand feet of the Great Emperor asking the heart!

The Prefecture Overseer walked out calmly, step by step, under the gaze of all, walked up the steps, walked onto the altar, and walked to the side of the First Imperial Prince.

Outside the altar, some of the Imperial Capital army commanders who came with the Imperial Prince had fanaticism in their eyes. To them, the Imperial Prince in front of them led them to victory, allowing every general to obtain peerless merit.

The Prefecture Overseer looked.

What is transformed in the sky at this moment is a seven-tassel crown formed by luck.

Kong Xianglong's body trembled, bloodshot eyes appeared, and he looked sharply at Xu Qingcheng.

Xiang Ningyan shrank his head, secretly glanced at the First Imperial Prince, and sighed secretly.

"After this, I will leave war cultivation, might not come back, I will head to Sheng Lan to guard the border for the human race!"

Today, it was Fenghai's first day coming to the Prefecture Capital. So even if I had the endorsement of the Great Emperor, it wouldn't cause such turmoil.

"Then I am seventy this year."

"Simple, I have thought it all out. We are also almost two years old. Use some military merit to shorten the regulation that newly promoted Sword-Holders must stay in the Prefecture Capital for eight years. At that time, we choose to be sent out, and then I will operate it to let you return to Yinghuang Prefecture."

At this moment, amidst the cheers in the four directions, the First Imperial Prince on the altar raised his hand slightly. In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of people in the square quieted down, and gradually the Prefecture Capital also quieted down.

The Great Emperor statue, although not a domain treasure, is also a heritage object, protecting the human race many times. Past Human Emperors all have to worship it.

There is also a familiar Sword-Holder hidden in the crowd. He looked at Fenghai, his expression revealing appreciation, and even more pride, but at the same time there was helplessness, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

Fenghai muttered in his heart.

"Li Yunshan, stop!" The Prefecture Overseer spoke lightly.

With such a foundation, my ten thousand feet of asking the heart truly became the focus, becoming a halo.

"Under the blessing of luck, in Lu Yinghong, this one can be considered truly supreme."

Fenghai's chest heaved, his heart rolling. He raised his head and looked silently.

It was precisely because of the ten thousand feet of the Great Emperor asking the heart that Fenghai's voice at this moment, in this echo, in this spread, after falling into the ears of every cultivator, stirred up turmoil that was extremely intense.

"Prefecture Overseer!" The First Imperial Prince lowered his head and looked under the altar.

Fenghai was silent. I know this is the cry of luck, the crying of the little girl. The Senior Brother and I are the same in the status of Heaven's Dao, so he must be able to hear it.

"Go back!"

The Prefecture Overseer was irritable, his face full of compassion.

And First Master here, because of the previous white jade hand, whether he could escape the investigation of the power of a prefecture was also unknown.

"Seventy years old, huh." Lu Ying also smiled.

Confusion is a sin.

The First Imperial Prince looked over.

At this moment, the First Imperial Prince finished speaking all the merits, and amidst the bursts of cheers, he smiled and nodded to the Prefecture Overseer below.

"I made the plain elixir, benefiting the human race of the Prefecture Capital, letting hundreds of millions of human beings suffer less from the invasion of foreign substances, this is the tenth merit!"

Killing someone with ten thousand feet of asking the heart has too much impact on reputation.

Once this crown is worn, the Prefecture Overseer will become the Prefecture Overseer. Under the blessing of luck, the entire war cultivation will be shrouded by the other party.

The Prefecture Overseer spoke loudly and fiercely.

Everything is just a surface, the people of Lu Yinghong know I am ordinary, but in fact, it is not that important.

On the altar, among the commanders brought by the First Imperial Prince, the Blood Demon who was responsible for the opening of the Forbidden Immortal and wore a mask, raised his head slightly at this moment, and light flashed in his eyes.

But Fenghai, after experiencing those things, had long understood that the hearts of the people are the most elusive thing in this world, and also the most difficult thing to be influenced.

"This ritual is about to start."

At this moment, this crown fell from the sky, as if held by the Fenghai Prefecture Emperor, slowly crowning the Prefecture Overseer.

I, to war cultivation, am one of our own, especially for Sword-Holders, we are comrades-in-arms who have experienced life and death together and entrusted our backs to each other!

It was gradually becoming clear.

It attracted the attention of countless people.

At this moment, Fenghai's eyes were very bright. His body seemed to be emanating light, and the luck power of the firmament also began to boil. Faintly, it actually came out from this formed seven-tassel crown, gathering on Fenghai's head bit by bit!

At the moment when the thunder echoed, suddenly, in the firmament, this crown transformed by the luck power of war cultivation, faintly seemed to have a child's crying sound, echoing in Fenghai's heart.

"Can!!"

From then on, the heaven of war cultivation belongs to Candlelight, the earth of war cultivation belongs to Candlelight, and the luck of war cultivation also belongs to Candlelight.

From all the mortals in the Prefecture Capital, from all the cultivators, luck was rising into the sky bit by bit.

"I still have many things to do, I still have to return to the Blood Child Sect... My cultivation is not enough, I want to live. Everything, wait until my cultivation is high in the future, it won't be too late to solve it."

The First Imperial Prince narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the top of Fenghai's head, turmoil still in his heart. Then he fell on the more than ten thousand crowns in the crowd above. I understand that today's matter, if not handled well, will cause great chaos.

Immediately following was the sound of gasping, whistling in the four directions like a gale.

To hell with entanglement!

Fenghai lowered his head, silent.

My previous front-line battle also made these hundred crowns deeply understand and recognize.

The earth here refers to the territory of war cultivation, which is part of the ritual. The First Imperial Prince's status makes him answer on behalf as well.

On the ground, the Captain sighed, blue light in his eyes even brighter, preparing to unseal the seal.

On the ground, the Captain sighed, the blue light in his eyes intensifying as he prepared to break the seal.

The Prefect smiled, murmuring in his heart. As calculating as he was, even he could not avoid a ripple of emotion at this moment, but the daze formed by this fleeting memory quickly faded from the Prefect's face.

The crying grew louder, as if it had turned into a plea.

"Lu Ying, did you cultivate an extra layer of the technique I gave you? I am clear-headed; I warned you before not to be greedy for progress, why didn't you listen!"

The Captain, standing to the side, spoke loudly with envy.

Then there was the Prefect. He stood there, looking at the sky, his expression revealing a touch of nostalgia at this moment, containing memories, as if in some past age, he had also seen someone achieve this, and far surpass it.

"Why should the Prefect take a child's babbling seriously?" Before Fenghai could speak, the Vice-Commandant of the Jiangong cupped his fists again, then turned to look at Fenghai and scolded him.

"In these sixty years, the Bai Clan will die a hundred times over, and all clansmen born during this period will have their forms altered. Although we have war domain treasures, we only have one, and we have the resolve to perish together, so we can only hold our ground. The one we rely on,

the Mother of Crimson God, has also fallen into a deep slumber!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!!!"