Chapter 2005

"It's time to end this!"

Suddenly, as if time and space had frozen, a sword-light appeared in the sky, bridging heaven and earth—its tip touching the firmament above, its base reaching the earth below—radiating an aura of boundless majesty.

Boundless spiritual energy was drawn in, slashing toward the demonic dragon.

Fear rose in the demonic dragon's heart, a prickling sensation crawling down its spine; it wanted to flee, yet couldn't react in time at all.

In truth, when Mu Wanqing executed this innate divine ability, it was like instinct—a wave of her hand and it was done, never giving her enemy the slightest moment to react.

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By the time the demonic dragon thought to flee, the sword-light had already long since sliced through its neck.

When it came back to its senses, it found its scattered thoughts drifting apart, sinking into eternal darkness.

At this moment, not only the area around Mount Zhongnan saw that heaven-and-earth-spanning sword-light, but even the various Turkic tribes and Goguryeo saw that one divine sword bridging heaven and earth.

The Turks.

Bi Xuan's eyes went blank: "They all said a divine being had descended upon the Central Plains—I thought it was just rumor running wild, I never expected it to be true. Under heaven, who could possibly withstand this sword strike?"

Even separated by an unknown distance, a chill rose in his heart, as if the moment he harbored the slightest discontent, that sword-light could cross infinite space and cut him down.

At this moment, no martial path, no race, weighed anything in his heart anymore.

"Issue the order to all tribes: they must not raid the Central Plains again. Those who violate this order shall be killed without mercy."

When this decree was announced, not only did no one oppose it, but it was welcomed by every single Turk.

That sword-light was not only seen by Bi Xuan—the people of the various Turkic tribes saw it as well.

Whether nobles or common herdsmen, all were terrified in their hearts, no longer possessing the slightest will to fight.

If they were truly ordered to march south, they might very well mutiny instead.

Goguryeo.

Fu Cailin's expression stiffened. After a long while, he sighed: "The Central Plains truly produces talents in endless succession—it's beyond what Goguryeo can match. Just this one sword strike alone could unite all the nations under heaven without the slightest difficulty. From now on, Goguryeo's foreign policy must change."

He had originally thought the great chaos across the Sui realm was Goguryeo's opportunity for development.

Yet the appearance of a being like an immortal or deity was, for Fu Cailin, who had planned so painstakingly, a devastating blow from the heavens.

In the original work, Fu Cailin possessed the bearing of a grandmaster, loved peace, loved life.

But that was only on the surface.

His country represented his stance.

His love of peace was simply because Goguryeo was too weak, unable to bite off that chunk of bone that was the Central Plains.

One must know that at the beginning of the Sui dynasty, it was Goguryeo that first invaded Liaodong.

This people was by no means a race that loved peace—its aggression ran deep. The reason it sheathed its fangs and claws was only because of the situation.