[This is a rebellion sweeping through the entire Imperial Court, infiltrating every faction and every governnt office]
[Since yesterday, they have been sending us warnings at the cost of paralyzing all administrative systems, information hubs, and logistics centers of the Imperial Court.
[At the mont I speak, the heart of all of Dayan has already stopped beating, plunged into dysfunction.]
[I will not leave Di’an, nor can I leave. If I were to follow you to the front lines, even if we erge victorious, Dayan would suffer a systemic collapse]
[You can, of course, view these words as a conspiracy, as my cowardice, but if you choose to trust , then be prepared to die.]
[Changtian is waiting for you]
[Although not as he wishes, I still hope he won’t be alone.]
The voice echoing in her ear gradually blurred, turning into whispering mories, gently brushing past Xu ngxi’s soul like shattered feathers.
Slowly, she opened her unfocused eyes, staring dazedly at the endless dark sky do above. Habitually, she tried to support her body, only to find that no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t move an inch.
It was a stillness more desperate than being bound by chains, as if her body no longer belonged to her.
Embers scattered across the scarred land, with the collisions of border army formations exploding with loud booms, sweeping past her ears like a draft wind.
After her blurry and shaky vision painfully shifted, and as the scene of devastation ca into view, Xu ngxi’s blood-stained lips suddenly curved into a semblance of realization.
So my body is gone, huh...
No wonder I can’t move...
Her body had only the left shoulder and head remaining, blood rendering the soil a striking crimson.
The chaos of impending death surged through Xu ngxi’s thoughts like a tide, dragging her into a realm of confusion.
Scenes from the past, like a revolving lantern, frantically spread in her mind, even gradually making her forget where she was, forget her mortal wounds.
Past mories composed images that flashed before her eyes.
She seed to revert to being the ’Little Constable’ of the past, with her father’s gentle smile, her mother’s loving exhortations, her master’s stern yet caring teachings, those comrades who shared her feelings, and of course, that Wanku who once made her grit her teeth in extre hatred...
Past mories flashed like broken film, eventually freezing on the night when that female Empress summoned her to the palace.
Ah... she finally rembered.
She was now on the battlefield.
The blood-scented shards of mory sliced through her consciousness like blades, and Xu ngxi heavily closed her eyes.
She thought she must have gone insane.
She actually stepped onto this inevitable battlefield for that Wanku...
In the storybook, such upright ’Female Constables’ would usually end up falling in love with Wan Kus like Xu Changtian, and she indeed had a deep-seated "feeling" for that Wanku.
But that wasn’t admiration; it was disgust.
Xu ngxi always detested Xu Changtian and never changed.
Her master told her that as long as she kept cultivating, cultivating to the Saint Realm, then the power granted by her personal might would allow her not to kneel before that Wanku, not to be held back.
So she kept cultivating all the way till now.
But when she truly went through countless hardships and ascended to the Saint Realm, that Wanku had long beco the Han King, ruling the world with power!
Moreover,
He waged this life-devouring, blood-stained war, pushing all of Dayan into the abyss.
Xu ngxi did not agree with this war’s legitimacy and loathed the endless suffering it brought, yet she was forced to beco its accomplice, this despair almost tearing her apart.
Over the past twenty years, this aversion deepened continuously, making her the fiercest voice opposing the Han King’s policies in the court.
But when the Empress found her, she still ultimately chose to co to this blood-soaked battlefield.
Because the Empress described the future that Wanku wanted.
The one,
where everyone becos a dragon, an imnse ideal.
Xu ngxi detested Xu Yuan’s character, detested his past sins, detested the suffering he brought to the world.
But...
She developed an uncontrollable longing for his path.
So she ca, without any hesitation...
mories flickered like dying embers.
Xu ngxi knew, she couldn’t continue lying on this cold ruin, she had to keep fighting, fighting until...
The thought abruptly halted.
A bone-chilling coldness suddenly swept over her shattered consciousness.
She finally realized her condition.
The dissolution of the body isn’t fatal for a Saint, but at this mont, what was dissipating wasn’t just her body, but also the Sacred Origin that sustains life and power...
This is true annihilation, irreversible extinction.
Xu ngxi’s lips trembled slightly, wanting to find the source of these injuries, and eventually, her mory froze.
Not long after Marquis Wucheng’s departure, those high-ranking officials from the Heavenly Craft Institute used Formation Patterns to weave a ring-like construct akin to a star ring in the sky do.
The massive structure spiraled high above the heavens, exuding a suffocating pressure that enveloped the entire battlefield in its shadow.
Those Formation Pattern masters used it as a focal point, continuously casting teor-like flas like heavenly punishnts, participating in this battle of Saints.
And she seed to have lost consciousness while following Xu Changtian to knock down that star ring construct.
As her delayed thoughts reached this point, Xu ngxi stared at the empty black sky do, but inadvertently, her eyes bore a faint yet firm glimr.
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