Chapter 69

Universal love!

It is the core tenet of the Mohist school.

Love others as you love yourself, without distinction of closeness or distance, so that all are equal.

In this world, martial cultivation reaches the divine.

This concept of universal love is no longer an abstract idea—it can generate unmatched power.

The Mohist supreme treasure, the Universal Love Divine Ring, is said to grant equality to all beings.

Liu Baiyu’s expression changed; he had not expected that the Mohist Grand Master had not arrived, yet the Mohist supreme treasure had already been sent ahead to a Gongshu family member, a clan with a thousand-year feud against the Mohists.

Zhao Wudao’s expression grew grave, his gaze toward Gongshu Duwang filled with deep wariness.

If the Gongshu and Mohist schools unite, they will truly be invincible.

The Universal Love Divine Ring can suppress cultivation realms; combined with the sheer number of Giant Divine Soldiers, who could stand against them?

Dou Changsheng also realized something—he understood this was Gongshu Duwang’s true trump card. He didn’t care whether you were a Land Rank Master or a Pure Yang Master; with his own realm, he could personally activate the Universal Love Divine Ring, and few in the world could remain unaffected.

Once their realms were suppressed to ordinary Divine Transformation level, the countless Cold Wuye figures, previously mere background presences, would finally have their use.

Towering Heavenly King Liu Baiyu could now crush one Cold Wuye with one hand—but if his power were lowered, could he still defeat three? Could he defeat five?

The scene fell silent instantly; everyone had just realized this terrifying possibility.

This also revealed one thing: Gongshu Duwang’s Giant Divine Soldiers were not as terrifying as imagined—only the Cold Wuye model was truly complete; all other high-end combatants were custom-made variants, not standard issue, impossible to mass-produce.

But this was only temporary; if Gongshu Duwang advanced mechanical arts and more martial cultivators learned them, the future was uncertain. Even without other factors, simply the Mohist school’s willingness to aid Gongshu Duwang would be enough to further repair and enhance the Giant Divine Soldiers.

Or perhaps travel to Changzhou and complete the missing blueprints of the Giant Divine Soldiers.

In Dou’s future timeline, if that Gongshu Duwang received future Dou’s funding, he might soar beyond all bounds.

Du Zhangwang’s worries eased by a third; his spirit steadied.

Gongshu Duwang was reliable, thoroughly prepared—he had anticipated the Mohist Grand Master’s absence and secured the Universal Love Divine Ring in advance.

If the Universal Love Divine Ring could be enshrined within Daliang City, with Giant Divine Soldiers guarding it, the city would be impregnable—who would fear the Hu Ren’s southern advance or northern threats?

But this was only a fantasy; the Universal Love Divine Ring was the Mohist supreme treasure—how could it be casually enshrined by outsiders?

Gongshu Duwang slowly rose from atop his one-horned ferocious tiger, his voice deep: “Let this square be the boundary.”

“Under the Universal Love Divine Ring, all beings are equal.”

“Anyone with the will to participate—even those watching from outside—is welcome.”

“Whoever wins may take the Giant Divine Soldier blueprints.”

“If the imperial court wins, we admit our inferiority and will fully assist the court in destroying the border fortresses, ensuring free passage between the north and Liang lands.”

Liu Baiyu spoke gravely: “You’ve had this plan all along.”

“Otherwise, why invite Jin Wuming and others?”

Liu Baiyu scanned the surroundings, sneering: “Primordial Mystery Realm.”

“Jin Wuming and Dou Changsheng and others are merely decoys.”

“Your Gongshu clan has no such prodigy.”

“But the Mohists have no shortage of talent.”

“Zhao Feile, the ninth-ranked disciple in this generation’s Youth List.”

“He must be here.”

Liu Baiyu’s expression was mocking—he saw through Gongshu Duwang’s hidden intent: this event wasn’t just to speak for Liang land, but also to mend ties with the Mohists, hence the grand stage he’d built.

He was willing to leverage the reputations of these senior figures to elevate his own fame further.

In equal-rank combat, if they won, it was expected—they’d been famous for decades. But if they lost, they wouldn’t merely be humiliated; they’d be trampled underfoot by a junior.

Lin Sanxing spoke gravely: “Gongshu Sect Master, you’ve gone to great lengths.”

“Trying to satisfy everyone is truly painstaking.”

Lin Sanxing’s gaze had already turned to Dou Changsheng and Jin Wuming—these juniors’ roles had become clear; they weren’t here for nothing. Gongshu Duwang must have rewards prepared.

If the court wins, Gongshu Duwang still doesn’t lose—this powerful ancient artifact, who among them truly understands the blueprints?

Even the Chancellor, famed as a universal genius, might comprehend the blueprints—but turning them into reality by himself? Nearly impossible. Not because the Chancellor lacks ability, but because he has too many duties: governing, mediating the martial world—where is the time to study Giant Divine Soldier blueprints?

Inviting Gongshu Duwang into court and relying on him is inevitable.

If the court loses and others obtain the blueprints, they too will have to collaborate with Gongshu Duwang to decipher them.

Gongshu Duwang never intended to break ties—he needs to keep cooperating with all sides, to secure money and manpower so he can continue his research.

As long as Gongshu Duwang doesn’t try to monopolize everything, this scheme is unbreakable.

Du Zhangwang’s expression remained calm; after all this commotion, Gongshu Duwang’s goal was fully exposed—he wanted money to fund his mechanical arts research. This work is too expensive; Gongshu Duwang can’t bear it alone.

Secondarily, he aims to popularize mechanical arts and become its founding master—the Gongshu Zi.

What does Liang land’s affairs have to do with him?

But he’s exploited this situation—gathering all sides together to fight, so his mechanical arts’ value can be demonstrated.

If he just showed up uninvited, who would take him seriously?

Gongshu Duwang can accept any outcome with equanimity.

Because in the end, everyone must come back to him.

As long as the court doesn’t win, this is Liang land’s victory.

With the Giant Divine Soldiers’ power and Liang land’s wealth, if they fully support him, a Liang Prince is inevitable.

In peaceful times, the court would never let this pass—but now, with the Hu Ren looming, the emergence of Giant Divine Soldiers and mechanical arts is not a bad thing; if used well, they can strengthen the court.

As long as it doesn’t escalate.

Let any outcome occur.

With the Du family’s wealth, as long as there’s no rebellion, his future wealth and nobility are guaranteed.

Lin Sanxing suddenly spoke: “Primordial Mystery Realm is too high.”

“Many of the young heroes here are only Primordial True Realm.”

“If the level is too high, they have no chance at all.”

Lin Sanxing looked at Dou Changsheng and continued: “Primordial True Realm.”

“I have old ties with the Wang family of Shenzhou.”

“Now that Dou Changsheng is here, if he returns empty-handed, how can he ever show his face at the Wang family’s door again?”

“Best not to use weapons—if you rely on sharp blades, isn’t that an unfair victory?”

Gongshu Duwang surveyed the crowd; no one objected. He murmured silently, “Nine Heavens Cloud Crane,” then slowly said: “Then we follow Dou Changsheng’s standard.”

“Agreed?”