My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

At this moment, the Qi mechanisms in the sky interweaved, creating a dazzling spectacle. The battle had reached an intense climax.

After about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the Qi mechanisms began to retract, with the black golden lotus rushing towards the sea of True Qi.

The next moment, the sea of True Qi rapidly shrank as well.

All masters of the Demon Sect felt their hearts rise to their throats.

“The outcome has been decided.”

Geng Tianchou couldn’t help but sigh when he saw this.

As his words fell, everyone looked up at the sky, not daring to blink.

The Qi gradually dissipated, and the swirling black mist started to fade away, revealing the figure of Zhao Qingmei, her expression as calm as ever.

Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then looked towards the other side.

Duanmu Xinghua, on the other hand, had a somewhat pale complexion. It was a long while before she slowly spoke, “I’ve lost.”

Her voice was not loud, but it echoed in all directions.

The crowd fell into silence, each harboring an indescribable shock.

It was known that Zhao Qingmei had become a Grandmaster only a few days ago, whereas Duanmu Xinghua had been a Grandmaster for decades, yet today she was defeated by Zhao Qingmei.

Even the masters of the Heavenly Sect were deeply shocked.

“Did the Sect Hierarch really win?” Lin Tianhai approached, seemingly still in disbelief.

Yu Qiurong, looking up at the silent Zhao Qingmei in the sky, was breathing erratically.

Zhao Qingmei asked in a firm voice, “Duanmu Xinghua, what else did Jiang Shang tell you in his secret letter?”

Duanmu Xinghua closed her eyes slightly and responded, “The old Sect Hierarch said he would return to the sect. At that time, he plans to enter the Sealing Demon Platform for secluded cultivation, and will no longer concern himself with the matters of the Demon Sect. All issues within the Demon Sect will be handled by the Sect Hierarch.”

She had anticipated that Zhao Qingmei’s strength would exceed her own, but she never expected it to happen so swiftly.

Zhao Qingmei’s brows furrowed, and she unconsciously clenched her fists, “Is he coming back?”

She was crazed with the desire to go to Jiangnan Dao’s Yu State City, but she knew she must not act rashly. As long as she was absent, and if Jiang Shang were to return, the Demon Sect might be completely turned upside down by then.

Moreover, because the paper man had responded, the situation might not be as bad as she imagined.

She wanted to see Jiang Shang immediately, to inquire about the true outcome in Yu State City.

How exactly was An Jing!?

“Fine, I’ll wait for him to return,” Zhao Qingmei said coldly, taking a deep breath.

Duanmu Xinghua sighed deeply and said, “Please, Sect Hierarch, punish me. I have no complaints.”

“Sect Hierarch!”

Lin Tianhai, Geng Tianchou, and several other masters hurriedly knelt down.

Duanmu Xinghua was a Grandmaster, a rare force in Jianghu. Now that the Demon Sect was really about to infiltrate Great Yan, dispensing with Duanmu Xinghua was tantamount to crippling oneself.

Zhao Qingmei’s brows were tightly knitted as she thought for a moment and said, “You will continue to stay in the Heavenly Sect, and the position of Heavenly Sect Master will be temporarily assumed by Yu Qiurong.”

Duanmu Xinghua, being a master with Grandmaster-level cultivation, was essential for subduing the masses in the Heavenly Sect. Currently, Zhao Qingmei had no more masters by her side, so she had to entrust Yu Qiurong with the temporary role.

“Yes!”

On hearing this, Yu Qiurong quickly bowed and accepted.

Hearing this, Duanmu Xinghua fell silent, knowing that this was probably the best outcome for her.

“What about the Vermilion Bird Seat then?” asked Lin Tianhai.

The four seats of the Demon Sect each had different responsibilities, and the Vermilion Bird Seat, responsible for the sect’s livelihood, was extremely important. Now that Yu Qiurong had become the master of the Heavenly Sect, wouldn’t the Vermilion Bird Seat be left unmanaged?

Zhao Qingmei had already made plans, “Mu Xiaoyun has been handling affairs under Yu Qiurong for a while now, and she is quite familiar with the operations under the Vermilion Bird Seat. Moreover, her abilities are outstanding, so let her take charge of the Vermilion Bird Seat.”

“Does anyone object?”

Zhao Qingmei looked around after she spoke.

The masters of the Demon Sect exchanged glances, and no one spoke up.

“`

Geng Tianchou and the other Demon Sect Heavenly Sect experts knew that this might already be the best outcome.

Duanmu Xinghua was still in the Heavenly Sect, and although she was no longer the Sect Master, she could still exercise the rights of one, while Zhao Qingmei’s prestige in the Demon Sect had risen several notches again.

Zhao Qingmei brushed off her sleeves and walked towards the distance.

Yu Qiurong hurriedly followed.

“Sigh.”

Lin Tianhai let out a long sigh, “The old Sect Hierarch is coming back, and that’s when the real test for the Demon Sect will begin.”

Although Jiang Shang’s letter to Duanmu Xinghua said that he was ceding power, Zhao Qingmei seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Shang from her expression.

“Sect… Master…”

Geng Tianchou looked at Duanmu Xinghua, who had been silent all along, and said, “Xinghua, you should go and rest.”

Duanmu Xinghua, staring at Zhao Qingmei’s retreating figure, felt a vague sense of loss, and after a long while, she deeply sighed and said, “Our Jianghu has aged.”

……

Outside the ravaged and chaotic great hall.

Yu Qiurong cautiously asked, “Sect Leader, are you really appointing me as the master of the Heavenly Sect?”

What Duanmu Xinghua said was indeed true; Yu Qiurong, whether in seniority, prestige, or power, was far from being able to suppress the group of demons in the Heavenly Sect. Moreover, the experts of the Heavenly Sect were all old-timers from the Demon Sect, who usually held themselves in high esteem. Some of them had even watched Yu Qiurong and Zhao Qingmei grow up. They might follow Zhao Qingmei’s orders to some extent, but it would be nearly impossible for Yu Qiurong to command them.

Zhao Qingmei spoke with a heavy voice, “Jiang Renyi of the Earth Sect has already been sent to the Dongluo Desert; the Heavenly Sect cannot be disturbed for now. Although Duanmu Xinghua no longer holds the position of Sect Master, her strength and prestige remain unshaken, and the Demon Sect truly needs its people now.”

The last disturbance in the Earth Sect not only resulted in the dismissal of the Earth Sect Master Jiang Renyi but also the death and dismemberment of many Earth Sect experts. To this day, the Demon Sect has not yet recovered its primordial energy.

Her primary purpose this time was to test Duanmu Xinghua, to see if she was aware of the deeds of her teacher.

Seeing Duanmu Xinghua’s expression today, she must have been unaware, and this was also the reason why Zhao Qingmei gave Duanmu Xinghua a chance.

“I understand, Sect Leader.”

Hearing this, Yu Qiurong immediately grasped the implication behind Zhao Qingmei’s words.

“There’s another matter that you need to attend to personally. I can’t trust anyone else with this; I only trust you,” Zhao Qingmei said, taking a deep breath.

“Please give your commands, Sect Leader,” Yu Qiurong said as she clasped her fists, “Your subordinate will not disappoint your expectations.”

“You go to Great Yan, now,” said Zhao Qingmei, with a glint of cold light in her eyes.

Jiang Shang was about to return to the Demon Sect, and she was waiting for him.

What she feared the most now was that An Jing was in Jiang Shang’s hands.

At the same time, she wanted Yu Qiurong to look for the missing Tan Yun and investigate the situation at that time.

……..

In Nanping Dao, at the foot of Nanhua Mountain, the morning light bathed the lush mountains.

The massive body of the Thousand-year-old Black Python spiraled down, hissing loudly.

An Jing, holding two White Jade Stone statues, stood on the head of the Thousand-year-old Black Python.

It did not take long before he landed on the mountainside.

At this moment, Lou Xiangzhen was sitting cross-legged on a tall pine tree, his eyes shut tightly.

“Senior Lou, I’ve obtained the items,” said An Jing, holding out the White Jade Stone statues.

Lou Xiangzhen gave a slight nod and said, “He’s dead, isn’t he?”

It seemed that An Jing’s acquisition of the White Jade Stone statues was within his expectations.

“Are you referring to Liang Mo?” asked An Jing, his eyebrows slightly raised, “He doesn’t seem like a master from my Great Yan.”

“That’s right.”

Lou Xiangzhen said with a smile, “He’s a Southern Barbarian Wizard. You’re probably unfamiliar with the Southern Barbarians. There are ten major tribes, and they occupy all the mountain ranges of the Southern Territory. Because the mountains are filled with miasma and rampant with tigers, leopards, and wolves, and as they’re far from our ancestral lands, the Human Emperors of previous eras never tried to conquer the Southern Territory. In the past few hundred years, the Southern Barbarians have learned some things, and their actions have become increasingly bold. In the last few decades, they’ve even sent many masters to infiltrate Great Yan.”

“The Seven Evils Sect is one of the biggest forces among them and is directly controlled by the Southern Barbarian Royal Family. With Great Yan now in turmoil and constant disturbances, the Court can’t spare the effort to deal with them. The Jianghu people and commoners in the Nanping Dao have suffered at the hands of the Seven Evils Sect for nearly a decade now.”

An Jing asked, “Did Senior Lou also want me to kill that Liang Mo?”

“Would I let mere Southern Barbarians invade and harm our ancestral land and people?”

Lou Xiangzhen looked towards Nanhua Mountain and said, “If you hadn’t taken action, I would have done it myself; I would definitely not have let that Southern Barbarian Wizard leave Great Yan alive.”

An Jing remained silent; the Gu insects reared by the Southern Barbarians were indeed cruel. He had seen them in the underground passages, those insects consuming human flesh, hearts, stomachs… Such people indeed deserved to die.

An Jing may not have grand ambitions like saving the world, but he did not wish to engage in actions harmful to others for his own benefit.

Lou Xiangzhen continued, “Although Liang Mo’s death won’t completely root out the problem, it can serve as a warning to the Southern Barbarians.”

At that moment, both of them stopped talking and looked into the distance.

“Someone is following us?”

An Jing frowned, thinking of the woman he met in the mountains.

Lou Xiangzhen said indifferently, “Someone from the Unrivaled Palace.”

Before long, Wang Ningshui caught up.

She had rushed over with all her might. If the Thousand-year-old Black Python hadn’t stopped, she would never have been able to catch up with her pace.

An Jing looked at Wang Ningshui and said coldly, “Do you still wish to lead me to my death?”

“My lord jests, that was all a misunderstanding earlier,” she replied.

“`

Wang Ningshui clasped her fists and said with a bitter smile, “Your strength is profound and inscrutable, and you have such an exotic beast by your side, how could I possibly be your opponent?”

Then, she glanced at the old man behind the Ghost Swordsman and noticed no fluctuations of qi mechanism, but she knew that anyone capable of following the Ghost Swordsman could not be an ordinary person.

Somehow, looking at the old man, she felt a sense of familiarity.

An Jing frowned and said, “Then why did you follow us? I have no acquaintance with you.”

Behind him, the Thousand-year-old Black Python had opened its giant mouth, its massive tongue dripping with mucus, carrying an intense threat.

Even though Wang Ningshui was an experienced practitioner of the Heavenly Flower Realm, looking at the Thousand-year-old Black Python, her heart couldn’t help but tremble.

“I am Wang Ningshui from Unrivaled Palace, I have seen you two brothers.”

Wang Ningshui became cautious, “Observing that your strength is profound and inscrutable, and you carry justice in your heart, I would like to invite you to join the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall.”

Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall!?

An Jing’s brows furrowed as he transmitted his voice to Lou Xiangzhen beside him, “Senior, do you know what this Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall is?”

Lou Xiangzhen did not conceal anything and replied, “I’ve heard of it and seen some of it. It’s an organization spontaneously formed by experts of Great Yan to combat the forces of Houjin, Zhao Country, and the Southern Barbarians. They have intervened in the battles between Zhao Country and Great Yan, once thwarting the generals of Zhao Country. The specifics are not very clear to me.”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, An Jing nodded.

Great Yan had been established for several hundred years; its powerful influence had taken deep root, whether in the marketplaces or in Jianghu. Therefore, within this vast Jianghu, there were no lack of patriotic individuals with generous hearts, and the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall was their organization, aimed specifically at combating foreign enemies.

Whether it was truly a spontaneous formation, only those behind the scenes knew.

An Jing laughed softly and said, “Now Zhenyi Sect is searching for me, can the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall protect me?”

“This…”

Wang Ningshui suddenly showed a hint of hesitation, “That’s not possible, the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall does not interfere in Jianghu grudges, only taking action in times of national peril to combat external threats.”

The original intention of the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall was just to protect the country and guard the homeland. Among them, experts from various sects were present, and apart from a small number of individuals, the priorities of the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall were not high.

For instance, she, Wang Ningshui, as the Palace Master of Unrivaled Palace, would certainly prioritize her own sect before considering the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall.

Of course, within the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall, there were some real experts who placed the interests of family and country above all else.

Besides, Zhenyi Sect was the National Religion of Great Yan, and within the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall, there were experts from Zhenyi Sect; how could they possibly turn against Zhenyi Sect for the Ghost Swordsman?

An Jing shook his head and said, “Then there is nothing more to discuss. I currently have no plans to join the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall.”

What he was currently thinking about was strengthening his own power, protecting himself, and protecting his wife.

As for these issues of family and country, it wasn’t that he didn’t care; he simply thought that with his current level of power, he would at most be a pawn for others. It was better not to get involved.

Though he had already killed Liang Mo, perhaps he had already offended the Southern Barbarians.

Hearing this, Wang Ningshui did not show surprise.

Over the years, she had recruited many experts. Very few were genuinely willing to join the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall, and some who were willing to join even harbored ulterior motives.

“In that case, I will not force you,” she said.

Wang Ningshui clasped her fists once more and then turned towards Lou Xiangzhen, “I do find this gentleman somewhat familiar. I don’t know if… If it is inconvenient to disclose, you need not reveal it.”

From the first glance at Lou Xiangzhen, she felt familiar with him, and the longer she looked, the more she felt as though she had seen him somewhere before.

“During the second year of the Taiping era, that time at the Yu Heng Sword Sect, you were about this tall.”

Lou Xiangzhen held his hand at his waist to illustrate and seemed to fall into memory, “I remember that time, your master was still a great beauty, but now she has turned into a handful of yellow sand.”

Upon hearing Lou Xiangzhen’s words, a look of shock flashed in Wang Ningshui’s eyes.

“Senior… who are you?”

She had not visited Yu Heng Sword Sect many times in her life, from when she was seven or eight years old till her teens, only to watch the competition between the Sword God and the Ghost Valley Sword Immortal, Lou Xiangzhen.

That event had taken place over fifty years ago. The Sword God has since passed away, and her own master has died as well.

At that time, those present were all top swordsman experts, some of whom are still alive, either secluded in retreat or shut away in closed-door cultivation.

That this person in front of her could remember so clearly, who was he?

Lou Xiangzhen said indifferently, “Lou Xiangzhen.”

Wang Ningshui’s heart jolted, and she promptly bowed, saying, “Junior pays respects to Senior Lou! I never thought I would have the fortune to witness the grandeur of Senior once again.”

Wang Ningshui’s expression was filled with utmost respect, and even a tremor of awe.

The young individuals of Jianghu, upon seeing this, would be immensely shocked. Who was Wang Ningshui, to be able to be considered an ancestor of the Unrivaled Palace, yet she faced this old man in such a manner.

However, the younger generation of today could hardly imagine the awe and prestige of Lou Xiangzhen in the past!

“You need not be so formal; do I still have any grandeur now?”

Lou Xiangzhen waved his hand and laughed, “Nowadays in Jianghu, I, Lou Xiangzhen, am ridiculed as a coward, the second-best swordsman in the world. You must remember not to speak such words again, lest you become the subject of mockery.”

Since Lou Xiangzhen chose to live away from the world, most Jianghu experts thought he was afraid of Zhenyi Sect.

After all, the animosity between Ghost Valley Sect and Zhenyi Sect was not a secret among true Jianghu experts.

Moreover, with Jiang Sanjia being persecuted and stripped of his official rank, forced to wander Jianghu, and Lou Xiangzhen remaining indifferent, anyone could guess that Jiang Sanjia’s persecution was surely the doing of Zhenyi Sect.

Seeing her own junior brother treated in such a way, and Lou Xiangzhen, the senior brother, staying out of sight, could that be anything but fear?

Wang Ningshui earnestly said, “In my heart, I will always remember the match between Senior and the Sword God, an unparalleled grandeur I dare not forget to this day.”

Lou Xiangzhen replied self-deprecatingly, “What’s there to remember about a defeat, a shame that spurred on effort?”

Wang Ningshui hesitated to speak; indeed, Lou Xiangzhen had lost at that time, and in the following years, many young swordsmen rose above him. The once famous Ghost Valley Sword Immortal had become the second-best swordsman for life.

“Senior Lou…”

“Let’s go.”

Lou Xiangzhen interrupted Wang Ningshui’s words, looking towards An Jing at his side, “Aren’t you in a hurry?”

“Then let’s go.”

An Jing gave Wang Ningshui a fist and palm salute, “I’ll take my leave.”

“Elder Lou, I bid you farewell.”

Wang Ningshui nodded, then bowed with hands clasped towards Lou Xiangzhen.

Afterward, the two mounted the back of the Thousand-Year-Old Black Python. With the massive creature stirring, they swiftly made for the distance.

Watching the receding figure of Lou Xiangzhen, Wang Ningshui let out a sigh.

He hadn’t expected to encounter the Ghost Valley Sword Immortal, Lou Xiangzhen, in this place.

……..

As evening approached, in the dense forests of Nanping Dao.

After a night of relentless travel, the two had put several hundred li between themselves and Nanhua Mountain.

An Jing sat cross-legged on a huge rock, holding in his hands two white jade statues.

“Senior, in which of these white jade statues is the Golden Pill?”

Standing atop a tree, Lou Xiangzhen suddenly noticed the white jade statues in An Jing’s hands, “Throw the one in your right hand to me for a look.”

The right-hand white jade statue contained the cocoon that pulsed incessantly, as if something would leap out at any moment.

An Jing didn’t hesitate and threw it directly to Lou Xiangzhen.

Lou Xiangzhen took the white jade statue and inspected it closely, “This seems to be a Gu Insect from the Southern Barbarians.”

“Gu Insect?”

An Jing asked, puzzled.

He remembered that when he obtained the white jade statue, Liang Mo had forsaken chasing Wang Ningshui and had instead aimed directly at him, urgently wanting him to hand over the white jade statue. Now, An Jing finally understood that Liang Mo possibly wasn’t after the Golden Pill, but rather the Gu Insect in his hand.

If he had truly known that there was a Golden Pill inside the other statue, he would have surely taken it out already.

“This Gu is like a cocoon, throbbing like a heartbeat, fond of white jade, with its insides like blood threads.”

Lou Xiangzhen muttered to himself as if thinking of something, “Could this be the Holy Essence Gu? You lad, you might have struck it big.”

“What is the Holy Essence Gu?” An Jing inquired.

This was surely a blue-chip opportunity, not bad at all.

Lou Xiangzhen continued to examine the white jade statue in his hand, “You should know, after reaching the Grandmaster Realm, the Inner Strength inside one’s body can be transformed into True Qi, and Grandmasters can also refine nature’s spiritual energy for their cultivation.”

“In this world, it’s not only Grandmasters who can refine nature’s spiritual energy. Some exotic species can do it too, such as the Fire Bird beneath Beili Volcano and other exotic beasts, as well as this Holy Essence Gu right here.”

An Jing’s heart stirred, “Do you mean this Holy Essence Gu can refine nature’s spiritual energy?”

Having absorbed nature’s spiritual energy before, An Jing was well aware of its benefits. If he could endlessly obtain nature’s spiritual energy, his cultivation would surely grow at a remarkable pace.

Lou Xiangzhen nodded, “Precisely. Ancient texts record that the Holy Essence Gu can refine nature’s spiritual energy, and once mature, it can match a Great Grandmaster, even directly extracting Heaven and Earth Spiritual Essence.”

An Jing’s heart skipped as he heard this.

What was Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence? It was the essence of nature’s spiritual energy.

Lou Xiangzhen sat down cross-legged, touching the White Jade Statue as he said, “This Holy Essence Gu is extremely rare, and it might be scarce even among the Southern Barbarians. Don’t get too excited; this Gu Insect is very fragile. Not to mention whether it can survive to adulthood, just the incubation and raising process is extremely difficult. In the Southern Barbarians, the mortality rate during cultivation reaches eight out of ten, and it’s even rarer for them to reach maturity—one in ten, or even lower.”

An Jing actually agreed with Lou Xiangzhen; he himself didn’t know how to raise Gu, and this Holy Essence Gu was extremely rare, and there was a good chance he’d just end up killing it.

Lou Xiangzhen chuckled and said, “How about this: you give me the Holy Essence Gu, and I’ll lend you the ancient scriptures left by the previous Sect Leaders of my Ghost Valley Sect.”

“Think about it—if you kill it, you’ll only be left holding its corpse and bawling your eyes out. But if you trade it for the ancient scriptures of my Ghost Valley Sect, you can learn many secrets you never knew.”

As for the Holy Essence Gu, he was quite tempted, although Lou Xiangzhen didn’t know how to raise Gu either.

An Jing shook his head, “How can that be done? Senior, you don’t seem to know how to raise Gu either. If it dies in your care, that would be a huge loss. I can’t let Senior suffer that loss.”

What a sly one!

Lou Xiangzhen inwardly exclaimed, then tossed the White Jade Statue back to An Jing, “You think I really care about your corpse? I just wanted to test you. What hasn’t my Ghost Valley Sect seen? Leave alone this Holy Essence Gu, I’ve even seen Exotic Beasts on par with a Great Grandmaster.”

An Jing perked up at this, “An Exotic Beast with the strength of a Great Grandmaster!?”

Lou Xiangzhen smiled and said, “But those things are all recorded in the ancient scriptures of my Ghost Valley Sect. If you want to know…”

Old sly one!

An Jing shook his head like a rattle-drum, “Forget it, knowing these things won’t be of any use to me.”

“That may not be the case.”

Lou Xiangzhen glanced at the Thousand-year-old Black Boa lying on the ground in the distance; without An Jing’s control, it was like a dead snake, “If you don’t use some methods on this Black Boa, I’m afraid even after another hundred years, it will still just be a Black Boa.”

An Jing also glanced at the Thousand-year-old Black Boa. Having controlled it, he was naturally aware of the physical strength of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa.

Initially, when he had first used the Living Puppet Technique on the Thousand-year-old Black Boa, its physical strength was still increasing, albeit very slightly, but he could indeed feel it.

However, in recent days, he found that the physique of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa had basically stopped changing. An Jing had thought it was close to undergoing the Jiao Transformation and hadn’t paid it much mind, but now Lou Xiangzhen’s words made him have second thoughts.

“Are you saying the reason my Thousand-year-old Black Boa hasn’t transformed into a Flood Dragon is that it lacks something?” An Jing asked.

Lou Xiangzhen nodded and explained, “The Black Python is a creature destined for the Jiao Transformation into a dragon, savage and unpredictable. The body of the Black Flood Dragon is even more powerful. As the old saying goes: ‘Waves churn as the Black Jiao leaps, and the sunrise shimmers in the yellow mist.’ The strength of such a Flood Dragon would be comparable to a Master of the Three Qi, even to Masters at the Four Qi Level. They are some of the fiercest creatures in the world. If this Thousand-year-old Black Python truly transforms into a Black Flood Dragon, you could go anywhere in the vast world.”

“And your Black Flood Dragon can be passed down to your descendants for generations to come. With several thousand years of cultivation, perhaps it really could transform into a true Black Dragon.”

As he said this, Lou Xiangzhen’s eyes sparked with a fervent light.

Throughout history, in the annals of time, a True Dragon has appeared only once, and when it did, it brought calamity upon the land, devouring countless people. Eventually, the Qin Dynasty summoned numerous experts from across the realm to kill it together.

It is said that the Qin Dynasty dispatched a million-strong army, dozens of Masters, and even three Grandmasters, and even then, they only barely managed to slay the True Dragon.

They sacrificed hundreds of thousands of soldiers and several Masters in the process, and two of the Grandmasters fell as well.

Such was the severity of the battle that it nearly drained all the strength of the Great Qin Dynasty.

But the Royal Family of Qin did not come out at a loss, as they acquired the True Dragon Essence Blood. For generations, they consumed the True Dragon Essence Blood, ensuring that each Human Emperor was a top-tier expert who commanded respect across the world—this is how the Qin Dynasty lasted for a thousand years.