Chapter 1881: The Innumerable Variables of the Ten Thousand Methods

Beneath the Heaven-Earth Shattering Five Elements Sword,

countless immortal dynastic dao soldiers vanished into smoke and cloud!

The sky's battle fury and malevolent qi swept clean, the clear blue heavens reappeared between heaven and earth, leaving only sixteen dao heirs spitting blood beneath the Seven Treasures Wondrous Tree.

Each of them wore expressions of terror, faces twisted in pain, their soul cores torn asunder.

This was no mere backlash from the battle formation!

Beneath that single sword stroke lay a force that annihilated dao, and a soul-destroying power that pierced to the very essence of the soul, along

At that very moment, a figure flew in from afar. It was Lan Er—she held a man in her hand, was it not Chen Lin, Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

"I can walk myself," he coldly glanced at the hand's owner, unaccustomed to contact with anyone outside his family. He stepped down from the carriage and walked into the birthplace he had only stayed in for less than a quarter-hour since arriving in this other world.

"Want to leave? Did I give my consent?" Jia Fei pressed on, angering the surrounding civilians—but Jia Fei clearly looked wealthy, and ordinary folk, though furious, dared not speak up.

"Husband… You You only bumped her head—how could there be a wound on her neck?" Shangguan Lingyou stepped back slightly.

"Treason carries extermination of nine clans—I've already shown great mercy today!" Lei Bao sneered. Unless he used brutal methods, the people of this world would forget the Eastern Factory's might.

Xing'er was the first to spot Lan Aoyi and the others nearby; she darted down and appeared instantly before Lan Aoyi. "Xing'er!" Lan Aoyi exclaimed in surprise.

The old rogue fantasized thus, rose from bed, bathed, washed, dressed, then stepped out of the room and headed toward Prince Xuan's chamber.

Watching He Lan Zi slowly depart, Wu Chen stared for a long while, his gaze fixed until He Lan Zi's figure vanished from sight—only then did Wu Chen withdraw his eyes.

Out of the boss's attack range, Lu Lin immediately cast invisibility on himself—after all, this map was filled with enemies, all but himself.

"My lord, Chen Xiao hasn't arrived yet—take a rest, I'll have someone boil some hot water right away." Seeing everyone caked in mud, Er Dan brother spoke, then slipped out.

The accompanying generals: Luo Cheng, Yu Chi Gong, Zhang Fei, Gao Shun, Zhou Qing, Guan Hai, Zhou Cang, and others. Xu Maogong served as the campaign strategist. Dong Xue Ren Gui brought Zhou Yu along so he could learn—though Zhou Yu held no official rank, all knew he was a talent the lord intended to cultivate, and none dared slack off.

Mu Ye frowned, slightly tilting his head, glancing sideways at Lu Qi, his expression filled with confusion.

The journey ahead was still long; it was foreseeable that Ye Kong would face countless enemies, amass vast quantities of materials and spoils, so he had to choose suitable containers—not just shove everything haphazardly into his bag.

Creak~, Ye Kong pushed open the door. The room was forest-style, all furniture made of wood, occasional vines twining around beams and walls, adding a touch of green.

Seeing the king rescued, the officials rushed over to check his condition—but from the moment they met until now, the king had not spoken a single word.

Gu Hong nodded and said, "Then I thank you, my lord State Preceptor. But shall I hand over this apology gift here, before you?" As he spoke, Gu Hong glanced toward Yuan Shoucheng and Yuan Tian Gang—clearly implying they should step aside.

Li Ru's plan to persuade Dong Zhuo to depose and install an emperor had long been settled. Dong Zhuo then held a banquet in the palace, summoning ministers and officials, ordering Lü Bu to lead over a thousand soldiers as guards on both sides. That day, Grand Tutor Yuan Wei and all officials arrived.

"You carry within you a merciless demon, though it seems sealed. Now that you're this age, I should tell you." Mu Ye told Lu Qi without hesitation this time.

Ming Yue's beautiful eyes widened in shock—from her viewpoint, the once-stable furnace battlefield suddenly collapsed from above, mechanical beings raining down like dumplings, collectively crashing into their battlefield.