Chapter 180: The Heart of the Empire

The eight-hundred-li Qin Plain is known as the Land of Heaven, flat and open, but not like the plains of Hebei.

Guanzhong has a unique landform called yuan.

Eroded by flowing water, its sides are steep and its top flat, forming a terrace-like structure, ideal for farming.

These large earth yuans are scattered across the Guanzhong Plain, such as Wuling Yuan, Shaoling Yuan, Zhou Yuan, Ba Shang, and Wuzhang Yuan.

In those days, Chancellor Zhuge Liang stationed his troops on Wuzhang Yuan, practicing land reclamation, separated by dozens of zhang.

A solitary wisp of smoke rises straight from the desert; the long river swallows the round sunset. The jingling of camel bells echoes as a caravan struggles forward through the Dijinze Desert.

A white-clawed falcon circled in the sky, then slowly landed on Wanyan Zongwang’s shoulder. The falcon was over half a meter long, its beak still streaked with dried blood.

The young man Qin Yuan threw out the people he had knocked unconscious in the emergency room, making no effort to stop them from inspecting.

Sun Ru, eighteen, was not a girl who understood nothing. She glanced sideways at Qin Yuan’s heaving chest and the prominent bulge between his legs, and bit her lip.

Looking at her hand tightly held in his, the fingers no longer seemed to hurt. Yoo Li’s rare “obedience” puzzled Xu Chenjun, but he had no time to think of anything else—he only wanted to disinfect her wound.

Ancient divine artifacts—the Water Spirit Ring, the Fire Command Flag, the Wind God Arrow—reappeared in the mortal world, making it vibrant and colorful once more.

Under the admiring gaze of the masses, Tai Shi Kun left the square. But would Tai Shi Kun rest? Would he? Could he? Might he?

Even among the Ten Sacred Mages, this guild’s master, Makarov, is certainly no match for me. The gap between A-rank and S-rank cannot be bridged by effort or desperation.

Everyone had long known Fang Shisan’s name, but his true name, Fang La, was heard for the first time. He was born in the second year of Zhiping, making him forty-one this year.

This journey to Jiangnan is like taking the imperial examination: succeed, and northern expedition becomes possible; fail, and you are doomed—your bones will vanish without a trace.

Fewer troops are a tragedy in a sea battle; fewer troops, combined with suppressed strength, is an even greater tragedy.

“Hmph, you think a single Zhenning Armor from Yue Kui can stop me?” As the Demon God spoke, he shattered the youth’s blue light with his steel claws. Zhang Ruyun, seeing how deadly those iron claws were, felt a surge of alarm—but after countless battles, he seized the moment, twisted his body, and dragged Yan Niang backward in a swift retreat.

Gracia was horrified and sent word to warn Balze not to send his demigods out of the city to die. Only then did Balze realize his demigod subordinates had lost more than half. He immediately forbade them from leaving the city to fight.

After delivering his formalities, Li Qiong stared intently at Qin Yibai, then extended a hand to block his brother, whose face was filled with pleading as he prepared to beg.

Feng Wuqing showed no expression, silently glanced at Lu Qiaor, who looked utterly exhausted, and nodded.

He heard my voice, spun around sharply, and upon seeing me dressed in men’s attire, froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter. His tense expression gradually relaxed.

The two ships drew near; Watchnight cast his Net Spell, and a massive net erupted from the prow of the Watchship, ensnaring the Shan Sen Wan yacht.

I don’t know whether to call him overconfident or utterly insane, risking his life to gamble for the empire.

The scene froze. The Black Dragon clutched the Crown of Undeath to his waist with one hand and loosely clenched the other. Tukbise, Gelin, Agulite, and other mighty warriors scattered, as if guarding the perimeter or standing ready.

“Hurry up—I need to call and let them know, or before I even step out, those people will be hunting me madly!” Zhang Liliang said impatiently.

To break up a student fight, La Piqing, so old, didn’t care about losing face—he grabbed a steel pipe and charged forward. Many students, seeing them arrive, scattered, and many ran away.