Chapter 180: Heart of the Empire

The eight hundred li of the Qin Basin, hailed as the Land of Abundance, is a vast, level plain, yet not like the flatlands of Hebei.

The Guanzhong region possesses a unique landform known as the yuan.

Erosion by flowing water has made the sides steep and the top flat, forming a terrace-like shape, making it an excellent area for cultivation.

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

In those days, Prime Minister Zhuge stationed his troops on Wuzhang Yuan to conduct military farming, separated by several dozen zhang.

"A lone smoke rises straight from the vast desert; the setting sun is round over the long river." Amidst the desert of Dejin Ze, where camel bells chime, a caravan trudges forward with great difficulty.

A white-clawed hawk circled in the sky and slowly landed on Wanyan Zongwang's shoulder. This hawk was over half a meter long, with traces of blood still on its beak.

The young man Qin Yuan threw the people he had knocked unconscious in the emergency room out, making no move to stop those who came to check on them.

Eighteen-year-old Sun Ru was not at an age of knowing nothing. She turned her head, looked at Qin Yuan's heaving chest and the tent standing high between his legs, and bit her lip.

Looking at her hand tightly held, the pain in her fingers seemed to vanish. Youli's rare 'obedience' puzzled Xu Chenjun, but he had no time to think of anything else; he only wanted to disinfect Youli's wound.

The Water Spirit Ring, the Fire Command Flag, the Wind God Arrow, and numerous other ancient divine artifacts have reappeared in the human world, making it colorful from now on.

Under the gaze of adoration from the masses, Tai Shi Kun left the square. But will Tai Shi Kun go to rest? Will he? Can he? Is it possible?

Even within the Ten Saint Archmages, the guild master of this guild, Makarov, is absolutely no match for me. The gap between A-rank and S-rank cannot be bridged by effort or fighting to the death.

Everyone already knew the name Fang Thirteen, but his real name, Fang La, was heard by them for the first time. He was born in the second year of Zhiping, which means he should be forty-one years old this year.

Coming to Jiangnan this time is like taking an imperial examination; success means the Northern Expedition has hope, while failure means eternal damnation, leaving not even a bone behind.

Having fewer people is a tragedy in a battle of numbers, and having fewer people combined with suppressed strength is an even greater tragedy.

"Hmph, do you think a single Fierce Armor of Yue Kui can stop me?" As the fierce god spoke, he raised his steel claws and shattered the blue light in the young man's palm into dust. Seeing the power of his iron claws, Zhang Ruyun felt a surge of panic in his heart, yet having fought a hundred battles, he immediately used this strike to turn his body, grab Yan Niang, and leap backward.

Gracia was horrified that someone had been sent to remind Balzer not to send demigods out of the city to die. Only then did Balzer realize that most of his demigod subordinates had been lost. He immediately forbade his demigod subordinates from going out to fight.

After Li Qiong finished her standard speech, she looked at Qin Yibai with burning eyes, and with one hand, she blocked her brother, who wore a face of pleading and was about to beg for mercy.

Feng Wu Qing showed no expression; he quietly glanced at Lu Qiao'er, who looked extremely exhausted, and nodded.

Hearing my voice, he suddenly turned his head. After seeing me dressed in men's clothing, he first froze, then burst into loud laughter, and his originally tense expression slowly relaxed.

As the two ships drew close, Shouwang Xingye activated the Net Casting Technique. A huge net was seen shooting out from the figurehead of the Shouwang warship, trapping the Yamamori Maru yacht.

I do not know whether to say he is too confident or too crazy, willing to gamble his own life for this world.

The scene was momentarily at a standstill. The Black Dragon held the Undead Crown back against his waist with one hand and loosely clenched his other hand. Tuk, Bith, Green, Agulite, and other powerful figures scattered, appearing to form a formation while also remaining on guard.

"Hurry up, I need to make a call to notify them; otherwise, before I even get out, I reckon those people will go mad looking for me!" Zhang Lilong said impatiently.

Fighting students, even at La Pi Qing's age, wasn't afraid of losing face; anyway, he grabbed a steel pipe and went up. Many students, seeing them approach, scattered, and many ran away.