Chapter 1773: Those Who Fail the Human Dao Should Die

The Datu Dynasty's military might blazed forth, flying toward the weak and feeble Zheng Kingdom.

When they stepped into Zheng Kingdom's territory, countless commoners brought provisions and rallied to them with eager hearts, welcoming them warmly, one by one joining the Datu army as vanguard, wishing they could personally devour the flesh and blood of Zheng Kingdom's officials.

Crimson military might blotted out the sky and sun, filling the star river.

Along the way it could hardly be called a war — it was pure capitulation. One Minor Thousand World after another, one city after another, surrendered at the mere wind of their approach, voluntarily joining the Datu royal army.

Boundless joy, longing for the future, yearning to build a unified dynasty — all of these completely filled the hearts of Datu's civil officials, military generals, and countless soldiers, who thought no further.

Even the King of Tu was the same.

Tu San Yi had utterly fallen into the heroic ambition of expanding territory and unifying the realm, having completely forgotten his past misgivings.

Unknowingly, the favor of the Human Dao had at some point vanished entirely.

The Human Dao will never wholly belong to any single human being; the Human Dao will always proceed from the perspective of all humanity as a whole.

When a being loses its value to the human race, favor is naturally out of the question.

After losing the Human Dao's favor, Tu San Yi was bewitched by the dynasty's fortune and could no longer awaken, becoming a monster controlled by the benighted dynasty fortune, moving wherever it moved.

In the distant sky, a gaze carrying a trace of complexity appeared, seeing him off.

Seeing off six thousand years of watching.

"A king of the Human Dao who struggled and resisted, yet has already failed… this is your fate."

"The fate of the loser."

Jiang Ding said coolly: "This is the fate of losers within the Human Dao. This sovereign will change nothing, because this sovereign likewise stands within such a fate."

"If losers do not die, what meaning would success have?"

"You have already lived for more than six thousand years. Compared to the countless human beings of this world, you have already been fortunate enough — as a loser, you have already been fortunate enough. This sovereign cannot risk saving a loser."

"These six thousand years and more of rise and fall — let it end thus."

This is the cruelty and coldness of the Human Dao.

Tu San Yi had made no contribution to the beings of this world; everything was a dreary repetition and cycle, nor had he ever formed any karmic tie with the Great Sun Sword Child.

Therefore, as a loser, he should die.

Just like the Hegemon-King of Xiang, just like the Supreme Lord Tianyu, and every loser of the Human Dao beneath the heavens.

The great army of the Datu Dynasty pressed forward, victorious at every step. They drove straight into the heartland of Zheng Kingdom, shattering every obstacle, reaching the dynasty's Ducheng.

That royal capital, built from countless heaps of flesh and bone — its shadow could already be seen.

"Break Zheng Kingdom!"

"Unify the realm!"

"Long live our king, ten thousand ten-thousand years!"

Within the army wreathed in crimson dragon qi, officers and men could no longer contain themselves, cheering and roaring, already seeing the dynasty's foundation eternal and imperishable from this day forth, their descendants enjoying wealth and honor for generations without end.

Everything was so lively, so joyous.

This was the founding generation, building a dynasty with soaring ambition.

For some unknown reason, Tu San Yi suddenly shivered, and boundless terror rose in his heart — at such a moment, he finally awoke a sliver.

Yet he dared not do anything; everything was already too late.

"Beloved consort,"

Tu San Yi looked with a pleading gaze at his side, at the Queen Consort of the Li clan who had accompanied him for several thousand years, and implored: "Our children, our descendants…"

He himself no longer dared to hope.

Now, he could only pray that his descendants might leave behind a thread of life — even if they lost all wealth and honor and became serfs again, it would be good, it would be the greatest happiness.

"These are your children too, beloved consort!"

"For the sake of… look at them, I beg you…"

At this moment, the king who would unify the realm was like a humble beggar, without any aura of kingly dominance, ceaselessly pleading, only that his children might be spared their lives.

"Your Majesty,"

"God will judge all."

Queen Consort of the Li clan said with a faint smile.

What of the children she herself had borne?

They were merely reincarnated bodies. When humans reincarnate into fat pigs in a pigpen — dim, brutish fat pigs — would one treat those fat pigs as one's own children?

The bloodlines and human souls of a grand unified dynasty were precisely precious materials for the Divine Dao's refining of artifacts.

"Vile woman!"

"I will fight you to the death…"

Tu San Yi despaired.

His face twisted into a savage expression, and he suddenly drew his sword and lunged at Consort Li. Bathed in the dragon qi of the unified dynasty, he wielded the terrifying power of the peak of Dao Merging.

Consort Li watched quietly.

The lunging Tu San Yi stiffened, then slowly sat down. The resentment in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by the bold, confident grandeur of one who would unify the realm.

Fortune dynasty — the convergence of the people's hearts.

Where do the hearts of the people lie now?

Everything spoke for itself.

Within a few breaths, the crimson dynasty army had already arrived outside Zheng Kingdom's capital — a city built from countless white bones and flesh. Scarlet dragon qi surged skyward, savage, barbaric, and bloodthirsty.

Boom, boom-boom!

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

Without any pause, the dynasty army with its blazing military might surged toward the city, smashed through the walls. The soldiers of Zheng Kingdom, clad in fur and horns, who styled themselves tribal warriors, each a match for a hundred, were easily slaughtered beneath the Datu Dynasty's disciplined formations, falling in swathes, fragile as

Like a wild beast.

"Ghost!"

"Evil ghost!"

In the end, these warriors who had boasted they did not fear death were all terrified, fleeing in panic, only to be easily shot down by the well-trained army — not a single one escaped.

"The false king must die!"

The army surrounded the Zheng royal palace in a tight ring.

The soldiers, like wolves and tigers, smashed open the palace forged of white bone, charging in, madly searching for the Zheng King, eager to earn the great merit of being ennobled.

"I…"

And at that very moment, the fear in Tu Ying San Yi's heart reached its peak.

He instinctively looked in one direction.

There was a pitch-black figure — a cold, aloof youth with black hair and black eyes — yet also like a three-headed black serpent. He walked step by step from the ground up into the sky, and a terrifying pressure rippled outward in all directions, stirring the fate-qi of the Crimson Dynasty — which had nearly unified the world — into such turbulence that it could not resist at all.

"Kill—"

The voices of the wolf-like, tiger-like soldiers of the great Tu Dynasty faltered, and they stared up at the sky in terror.

At this moment, their bodies trembled instinctively, and an inexplicable urge to kneel and worship welled up within them, utterly beyond their control — as if they had been born to do so, as if the object of their day-and-night prayers were manifesting before them. An instinct made them utterly unable to take a single step forward.

"Kill him!"

"He has not yet reached Heaven and Man — he is only at Harmonization with the Dao. Kill him!"

Tu Ying San Yi's face twisted hideously. At this life-or-death moment, he actually broke free of the fate-qi delusion. With a furious roar, his body transformed into a vivid, lifelike four-clawed fire dragon. Wreathed in dragon qi that sealed away all things, he charged madly toward the youth in the sky, burning everything, erupting with the ultimate power.

The youth cast a casual glance.

The fate-qi fire dragon instantly froze in the sky, unable to move even the slightest bit. The dynasty's fate-qi and the hearts of the people would not permit this sovereign to commit such an overreaching act.