Chapter 855: The Myth of National Destiny, Anomaly at the Frontier!

Accompanied by Jiang Yan, Xuanfenghao, and others, they all hastened toward the Heart Sword Sect.

A storm quietly stirred between the Great Qian and Great Qin realms.

Not long after.

The Great Qian Dynasty.

The capital, Wang Gong.

An elderly man in lavish robes leaned on his cane, staring blankly at the massive map hung on the wall, his pupils filled with memories.

This map meticulously depicted the mountains, rivers, all cities, and troop deployments within Great Qin's thirty-six prefectures.

Yet in the old man's eyes, these places would soon all fall into his hands!

Thinking of this, he could not help whispering: "Big brother, I have never forgotten your vengeance. Now, the time has come—let the Qin Wang pay with his blood for his crimes..."

He was none other than the current Qian Wang.

Many years ago, his elder brother—who was then Crown Prince—was killed on the spot in the Qin capital by the reigning Qin Wang, struck dead with a chessboard in a teahouse.

Thereafter, the previous Qian Wang, his father, succumbed to rage-induced internal injuries, and eventually died in depression.

At the brink of death, his father, paralyzed on his sickbed, gripped his hands.

With solemn expression and an extremely weak voice, he said: "From now on, the people of Great Qian rely on your protection. Never forget the national grudge, the family hatred..."

With those words, his hands fell, and his consciousness faded.

The dragon's chariot returned to heaven—the Wang perished!

Recalling the past, a faint sorrow crept into the Qian Wang's eyes.

But soon, that sorrow transformed into uncontrollable rage!

He whirled sharply toward the old man beside him: "Guoshi, is Yu Wenfeng truly gravely wounded and unable to aid Great Qin?"

The Qian Dynasty's Guoshi Su Xiaofeng nodded: "Your Majesty may rest assured. After extensive calculations over this period, we know Yu Wenfeng is barely holding himself together—he has no strength left to aid Qin in resisting us."

"Our troops are now fully assembled at the border. With but one command from Your Majesty, our Qian soldiers shall shatter Qin's frontier and plunge straight into its heartland!"

War between two realms differs fundamentally from combat between ordinary cultivators.

Once a state is established, it coalesces national destiny.

The ruler of a dynasty is vested with national destiny; even ordinary cultivators dare not act rashly, lest they suffer the backlash of national destiny and face death!

Not to mention, if one were to personally strike at the heart of the Qin capital, one might even draw the attention of the Qin national beast!

The Qin national beast is forged from boundless national destiny, sharing its rise and fall as one.

Given the current prosperity of the Qin Dynasty, the beast's strength is likely enough to make even a Primordial Spirit cultivator hesitate.

Thus, to truly destroy Qin, one must proceed gradually—never rush!

Simply swallow Qin's cities one by one, steadily weakening its national destiny.

When national destiny decays to its nadir, the backlash of national destiny ceases to exist.

As for the national beast?

Hmph—once stripped of the national destiny from its thirty-six prefectures, it is but a mere insect, easily crushed!

At that moment, as Guoshi Su Xiaofeng finished speaking,

the Qian Wang's eyes flickered, his brows furrowed.

Yet within mere breaths, he made his decision.

Under Su Xiaofeng's gaze,

the Qian Wang leaned on his cane, dragging his heavy, aged body step by step toward the Wang Zuo.

He sat down slowly, then raised his hand and swept it through the air.

"The enmity between our two realms has claimed too many of Great Qian's sons on the battlefield."

"We had already forged a peace pact—mutual non-aggression. But Qin broke its word, betrayed my father's sincere goodwill, and caused my elder brother to die far from home, his body lost, reduced to nothing more than a ceremonial tomb..."

"Peace? No Qian Wang before me achieved it—not even my father."

"Since Qin refuses to grant the people of this world peace and prosperity, then I shall take it myself!"

"Guoshi, issue my decree."

"Attack Great Qin!"

Su Xiaofeng smiled faintly, bowed, and replied: "By your command!"

With that, he turned slowly and walked toward the palace gates.

He was going to proclaim the Qian Wang's edict to the entire army!

Watching the Guoshi depart, his figure fading from view,

the Qian Wang felt the weakness within his body and closed his eyes, slipping into a light doze.

Not long after,

a sudden anomaly erupted on the Qin frontier.

The Great Qian Dynasty, mobilizing its entire nation, amassed millions of troops and shattered the frontier!

After this battle, the frontier Great Wall lay in ruins, littered with severed limbs and mountains of... corpses!

The ferocity of the battle left every frontier general without exception dead on the field!

Even the frontier commander, a Sun Wheel realm cultivator, died with his head severed—refusing to surrender.

After the battle, the Qian army rested briefly, then split into three columns, advancing toward the lower-tier prefectures of Mingya, Jining, and Fengxian within Qin territory!

The massive commotion stirred by the Great Qian Dynasty could not be hidden from surrounding powers.

Thus, news of the full-scale war between Qian and Qin spread rapidly throughout Qin's interior!

Tiandou Prefecture, Cangwu City.

A middle-aged cultivator affiliated with the Cangwu Merchant Guild's Fengxian Branch rushed into the first floor of the Cangwu Merchant Guild headquarters.

"Where is the President?!"

The middle-aged cultivator's face went pale, his mouth gasping for breath.

Clearly, after traveling for a long stretch, his expenditure had been considerable.

The merchant guild cultivator in charge of reception, after verifying his identity, immediately said: "The President and several other lords are on the ninth floor discussing important matters......."

Before he could finish, the middle-aged cultivator hurriedly rushed toward the upper floors.

A month ago, the President had instructed all branch halls nearest the border pass to pay extra attention to movements at the border.

If they discovered that Daqian was mobilizing troops, they were to head to Cangwu City at the first opportunity and report the news to guild headquarters.

The first person to deliver the report would earn the President's favor and reward.

Precisely because of this, rushing here the whole way, he had not dared to pause for even half a moment.

And after witnessing the reception cultivator's reaction, the middle-aged cultivator's heart leaped with joy, realizing he was the first to reach headquarters.

Then, when the middle-aged cultivator arrived before a room on the ninth floor.

"President! I am a man from the Fengxian Prefecture branch hall — something has happened at the border!"

The moment his words fell, a low and commanding voice suddenly came from within the room: "Enter."

The middle-aged cultivator pushed open the door with a heart full of unease.

The instant he stepped into the room.

The sight that met his eyes made his body stiffen in an instant!

He saw that inside the room, besides the President, it was packed full of people, sitting densely.

Every single one of them emanated an utterly overwhelming aura.

Seeing everyone turn to look at him.

The middle-aged cultivator instinctively felt fear, his legs going weak, nearly collapsing onto the ground in a heap!

Fortunately, however, Jiang Shan's voice rang out at that moment, drawing his attention.