342: It’s over, the world is about to come to an end!

Chapter 340: It's Over, The Red Dust Is About To Be Completed!

"Less than two months?"

"The Wan Chu Dynasty surrendered?"

"When did those good-for-nothings from the Great Qian Dynasty become so powerful?"

In these short two months, the entire world underwent earth-shattering changes.

First, the Great Qian Dynasty publicly announced that General Wei Feng of the Wan Chu Dynasty had forcibly entered the Imperial Palace, attempting to assassinate the Emperor of Great Qian.

Therefore, the Emperor of Great Qian was extremely enraged and thus sent a message to the entire world.

The Great Qian Dynasty was declaring war on the Wan Chu Dynasty!

This news exploded like a thunderclap across the Heaven, but no one took it seriously.

The Wan Chu Dynasty scoffed at it, not only disregarding this so-called declaration of war.

Instead, it adopted an arrogant stance, openly demanding that Great Qian immediately release the person.

It even released harsh words.

If Great Qian did not know what was good for it, the elite cavalry of the Wan Chu Dynasty would surely raze Great Qian's northern border, making Great Qian pay the price for its "stupidity."

When the conflict between the Great Qian Dynasty and the Wan Chu Dynasty spread like wildfire through rumors.

The surrounding dynasties, far from attempting to mediate, instead dispatched elite scouts.

Like hyenas smelling blood, they were eager to confirm the impending war.

These scouts, disguised as ordinary people, infiltrated the borders of the two nations, continuously sending back the latest news to their respective imperial courts.

They all hoped to gain benefits from this conflict or to watch the spectacle of the two great dynasties suffering mutual losses.

Especially the Night Patrol Guard of the Qingtian Dynasty, like specters, they traversed the towering mountains and dense forests between Great Qian and Wan Chu.

The Scarlet Plume Guard of the Zhuhuo Dynasty transformed into merchant caravans, galloping along ancient roads.

The Black-Clad Guard of the Tai Yu Dynasty disguised themselves as refugees, mingling among the crowds.

At the same time, ministers from the various dynasties clinked cups and exchanged toasts, the sound of dice and laughter rising and falling.

Everyone used the "Great Qian's Mad Edict" as a wager, betting on how this seemingly absurd war would ultimately conclude.

"Report!"

"A million armored troops of Great Qian have exited North Tong Pass, their banners obscuring the sun, dust covering the sky, pressing directly towards the border of the Wan Chu Dynasty."

....

Not many days passed.

"Urgent report!"

"Lu Jinyun, the son of Great Qian's Regent and Minister of Governance, personally wielded the Tiger Seal, leading a million elite cavalry of Great Qian, and the vanguard has already broken through three cities on the Wan Chu Dynasty's border!"

As these pieces of news arrived, the entire Heaven was shaken.

At this moment, inside the Wan Chu Imperial Palace, singing and dancing filled the air.

Dancers in resplendent robes gracefully swayed to the melodious music, like celestial maidens descended to the mortal Realm.

The Wan Chu Emperor reclined on his dragon couch, holding a crystal-clear golden goblet, his eyes hazy as he admired the dreamlike beauty.

Suddenly, an urgent announcement shattered the extravagant atmosphere.

The golden goblet in the Wan Chu Emperor's hand tilted sharply, spilling fragrant wine onto his imperial yellow dragon robe.

He remained oblivious, his entire body frozen as if in a trance.

The copper clepsydra in the corner of the hall dripped, and after three crisp sounds, the Emperor, as if awakening from a dream, slammed his hand onto the table and rose to his feet.

The jade-inlaid table cracked open with a hideous fissure under his furious strength.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

The Wan Chu Emperor laughed in extreme anger, his laughter carrying boundless killing intent, shaking dust from the beams above.

"By my imperial decree: immediately mobilize five hundred thousand elites from the Valiant Might Camp and six hundred thousand troops from the Hegemon Gate Camp."

"And deploy three thousand Martial Artists from the Imperial Tutor's Residence. I shall personally lead the expedition!"

Before his voice faded, the Wan Chu Emperor suddenly kicked over the heavy bronze censer in front of him, scattering the burning incense everywhere.

His eyes bloodshot, he snarled with a ferocious grin: "This time, I will personally hang that mad child Qian Xi's head on the city gates of the Wan Chu Dynasty,

Let the Heaven know that anyone who offends my Wan Chu Dynasty, no matter how far, shall be annihilated!"

With the Wan Chu Emperor's roar, the entire hall trembled slightly, and an earth-shattering battle was already like an arrow on the bowstring, poised to erupt.

He was not like those useless Emperors of Great Qian; within the entire Wan Chu Dynasty, the Wan Chu Emperor was the strongest.

Supreme Grandmaster mid-stage!

However, the army collapsed like a mountain, and the Wan Chu Emperor died inexplicably at Lu Jinyun's hands a month later, without even causing a ripple.

Finally, after another month, all remaining forces of the Wan Chu Dynasty surrendered.

Thus, in two months, the Great Qian Dynasty annexed the entire territory of the Wan Chu Dynasty, becoming the largest Dynasty in the world.

At the junction of the four dynasties, a dense fog perpetually shrouded the area, as if veiled by a mysterious curtain.

The mountains here were high and the forests dense, with thorny bushes growing everywhere, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.

However, at this moment, elite soldiers from the four dynasties were gathered here.

They wore armor of different colors and held gleaming weapons.

Like solid defensive lines, they meticulously guarded this area.

At the center of this forbidden area stood a colossal and ancient edifice.

It was entirely constructed from black megaliths, its surface carved with various strange patterns, shimmering with an eerie glow in the dim light.

The building's main gate was dozens of feet high, heavy and imposing, inlaid with countless precious gems that emitted a faint radiance.

The Imperial Tutors of the Qingtian, Tai Yu, Zhuhuo, and Ji Jing Dynasties were all gathered here.

They were all renowned figures among the Martial Artists of the Heaven, usually lofty and in control of their respective dynasties' powerful forces.

But at this moment, each person's face was solemn, their brows tightly furrowed, their eyes filled with worry and vigilance.

The Qingtian Imperial Tutor was dressed in a green robe, holding a jade whisk, emanating an ethereal Aura, yet unable to conceal the gravity in his eyes.

The Tai Yu Imperial Tutor wore a black robe and a high crown, with faint black Gale Force swirling around him, giving him a mysterious and unfathomable presence.

The Zhuhuo Imperial Tutor was clad in a fiery red robe, like a burning flame, but at this moment, he lacked his usual flamboyance, his expression severe.

The Ji Jing Imperial Tutor, dressed in white, leaned on a staff made of golden nanmu wood, his face extremely stern, yet a hint of anxiety was revealed in his eyes.

"That Lu Jinyun seems to possess a divine weapon!"

The Qingtian Imperial Tutor was the first to break the silence, his voice low and serious, echoing in the vast hall.

"Indeed!"

"That is an unparalleled precious blade that can easily slay a Supreme Grandmaster!" The Tai Yu Imperial Tutor nodded slightly, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"The might of this blade is far beyond imagination; if left unchecked, the consequences would be unimaginable."

The Zhuhuo Imperial Tutor's expression was anxious, and he suddenly stood up: "We cannot be defeated one by one!"

"Great Qian is now unstoppable; if we don't take action soon, the next to be annihilated might be us!"

"We must now unite our strength and seize the divine weapon from Lu Jinyun's hand!"

"Only then will we have the capital to contend with Great Qian!"

The Ji Jing Imperial Tutor gently tapped his staff, and after a moment of contemplation, said: "That is very true."

"On the day the Wan Chu Emperor died, almost everyone in the Wan Chu Dynasty's army witnessed it."

"He died by that golden blade in Lu Jinyun's hand."

"This blade is extraordinary; from within the golden blade, terrifying remnants of a Tiger King are released, and not just one!"

"Those remnants of the Tiger King are immensely powerful, leaving corpses strewn everywhere in their wake."

"Even a Supreme Grandmaster would find it difficult to withstand their attack."

The four Imperial Tutors sat together, intensely discussing countermeasures, the atmosphere in the hall heavy and tense.

Finally, a very ordinary but powerful sentence ended this long meeting.

"Seven days later, gather in the capital of Great Qian, kill Lu Jinyun, and seize the Supreme Precious Blade!"

………

When the banners of Great Qian and the Lu Family were raised on the city walls of Qianning City, this war, which overturned the Heaven's order, spread across the Nine Provinces at an almost magical speed.

On the wooden tables of taverns in the marketplace, before the storyteller's gavel had even fallen, listeners were already scrambling to read the ink-stained battle reports.

Old farmers toiling in the fields straightened their backs, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky and muttering to themselves.

As if still doubting whether this great victory in war was real.

The common people felt as if they were in a dream.

Past wars always felt like a long nightmare.

The horns of border towns tore through the dawn, the conscripts' bags were filled with blood and tears, wives and children leaned against doors watching, only to see withered bones wrapped in straw mats return.

But this time, from the beating of war drums to the change of hands in the Wan Chu Imperial Palace, it was only sixty days, swift in arrival and decisive in departure.

There was no tragic sight of corpses strewn everywhere, no years of protracted sieges.

This victory also caused the Lu Family's prestige to rise rapidly, like a prairie fire.

The bright yellow dragon banner, which once symbolized imperial power, appeared slightly dim in contrast to the Lu Family's dark battle banner.

On the Imperial Road outside the Imperial City, royal carriages had to slow down when passing the Lu Mansion.

In the imperial court, even the most unruly princes had to show three points of deference to the Lu Family's descendants.

In the streets and alleys, when the common people saw the Lu Family's carriages pass by, they spontaneously knelt and kowtowed, their foreheads pressed against the bluestone slabs, as if welcoming the arrival of a War God.

And Lu Jinyun, this commander wielding the mysterious golden blade, single-handedly rewrote the records of Great Qian's history.

His name flew from Qianning City to the Four Seas, even more legendary than Grand Tutor Lu, who had once shaken the Heaven.

In the marketplace, tales of his heroic charge alone into enemy formations circulated, and in tea houses, his strategic brilliance was praised.

Even children, when playing, would brandish wooden swords and shout the name "Marshal Lu."

At this moment, Lu Jinyun had already surpassed the boundaries of an ordinary minister, becoming a more dazzling presence in the hearts of Great Qian's common people than the Emperor himself.

Seven days passed quietly.

Under the shroud of night, Qianning City's myriad lights gradually extinguished, with only the watchman's clapper echoing in the silent streets.

However, as the clapper struck the third watch, the firmament was suddenly stirred by an invisible force—

A fierce hurricane erupted in the southwestern sky.

Immediately after, forty-four terrifying surges of Aura shot up into the sky, rapidly piercing through the clouds and tearing the heavy night apart.

This incomparable pressure caused some sleeping Martial Artists in the city to break out in cold sweat, and dog barks rose and fell.

The guards on the city walls turned pale, their weapons clattering to the ground—

They clearly saw forty-four afterimages pressing towards the Lu Mansion with overwhelming force.

The presence of forty-four Supreme Grandmasters.

That was a terrifying power capable of overturning the Foundation of any Dynasty and rewriting the Heaven's order!

In an instant, the sky above the Lu Mansion changed color.

Between the green bricks and dark tiles, thousands of glazed lanterns suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire Lu Family residence like fiery trees and silver flowers.

The copper bells on the eaves rang without wind, emitting a sharp hum.

The flying eaves and upturned corners, illuminated by the light of thousands of lanterns, appeared like coiling golden dragons, illuminating every corner in minute detail.

And amidst this dazzling light, forty-four figures suddenly appeared above the Lu Mansion.

As their black robes fluttered, they subtly formed an impenetrable killing formation.

The four leaders exuded particularly majestic auras; they were precisely the Four Emperors of Qingtian, Tai Yu, Zhuhuo, and Ji Jing.

They wore dragon robes, yet they did not appear opulent; instead, due to the surging true energy circulating within their bodies, visible Gale Force shields enveloped them.

These four were all peerless experts at the Late Stage Supreme Grandmaster Realm, exuding overwhelming pressure with every movement!

At this moment, they looked at the brightly lit Lu Mansion, exchanged glances, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Were we discovered?"

The Zhuhuo Emperor was the first to break the silence, his voice low like muffled thunder.

As he looked at the well-ordered defensive formation within the Lu Mansion, and at the elite Lu Family members who were already poised for battle, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

The Emperors of the other three nations had solemn expressions, all realizing a terrifying truth.

Their meticulously planned surprise attack had been completely exposed to the Lu Family's sight long before they even acted.

And the Lu Family members in the shadows were probably already waiting for them to walk into the trap.

However, this shock was fleeting.

A cold arc slowly curved at the corner of the Tai Yu Emperor's mouth beneath his black robe, and the Gale Force swirling around him suddenly surged like waves!

After all, in the eyes of these Supreme Grandmasters, who could casually destroy a small mountain with a wave of their hands,

The so-called "ambush" was merely child's play.

The Qingtian Emperor raised his hand to catch a falling withered leaf; true energy flowed through his fingertips, and the leaf instantly turned to dust and dissipated.

Even if a million-strong army formed a perimeter, to them it was merely an ant trying to shake a tree.

No matter how many ants there were, how could they harm a true dragon soaring through the clouds?

"Hand over the golden blade!"

The Ji Jing Emperor's voice, laced with chilling coldness, said, "We will spare your lives!"

Before his words faded, the forty Grandmasters behind the Four Emperors simultaneously took half a step forward.

An incomparably vast Aura, like a heavy hammer striking the ground, caused fine cracks to seep through the bluestone tiles of the Lu Mansion.

Facing the Four Emperors and the substantial pressure formed by forty Supreme Grandmasters, the expressions of Lu Jinyun and the other three remained unchanged.

"Has everyone arrived?"

"Jinyun."

Just as the eyes of the four great powerhouses narrowed, Lu Jinyun and the other three simultaneously stepped aside.

An old but upright figure slowly walked out from within the main hall of the Lu Mansion.

With each step, an invisible ripple seemed to spread, quietly dissolving the oppressive Aura.

"Reporting to Father, almost everyone has arrived; there are still a few stragglers missing."

Lu Jinyun cupped his fists in salute, his words carrying a calm confidence.

All of this was manipulated by Lu Xuan from behind the scenes.

Lu Jinyun deliberately displayed the power of the golden blade without restraint during the great battle.

This was to make the remaining four dynasties feel apprehensive and then gather together.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly.

"That's good!"

"Everything should end now!"

This lifetime of Red Dust is about to be completed.

Host: Celestial Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Land Immortal (Complete)

Cultivation Method: Tiger Split Blade Technique 20/9

Points: 15 million