In fact, just being watched by those decomposing Immortals made Bai Eslun feel contaminated.
His heart was filled with a great sense of liberation and peace, too lazy to even move.
But on his body, strange burn wounds erged and kept expanding.
Above his head, the sky had turned a deep yellow and black.
The gap in their levels of power directly caused this wave of corruption, but the most critical factor was the gaze of Zhong Shenxiu!
Under his gaze, Bai Eslun's expression suddenly beca very strange. Without even the chance to fully display his strength, he turned rigid and stiff...
In the end, his entire being began to disintegrate on a fundantal level, turning into streams and streams of data, falling into Zhong Shenxiu's hands.
With that, this eighth-ranked professional, the Archbishop of the Church of Destiny, was completely captured!
"East Splendor Daoist True Monarch is mighty!"
So Loose Cultivators imdiately cheered loudly, "Exactly what we need, the barbarian's head, as proof of our alliance oath!"
'I'm not doing this solely for the oath...'
Zhong Shenxiu's gaze swept across, and countless streams of data erged:
[Na: Bai Eslun·Feng·Gusdu]
[Age: …]
...
With the digital pollution, the entirety of this eighth-ranked professional was laid bare before Zhong Shenxiu's eyes.
"Gentlen!"
Finally, Zhong Shenxiu casually crushed the man to death, a hint of a smile on his face, "We still know too little about the West. The strength of the Western Court Empire far surpasses that of Clent and the other three kingdoms. Once it joins the fray, everything will change. The Western armies will begin their invasion into the Fufeng Protectorate within a month at the latest..."
Upon this declaration, many faces changed.
Especially that of Emperor Shenwu.
Originally, he thought he would have at least ten to twenty years of peace to recuperate.
But he hadn't expected the enemy to co so quickly!
"Damn it, the Western barbarians are coming fast; let's fight them!"
Taiping Guangmiao True Monarch scanned the crowd, "We just took our oath, now no one thinks to run away!"
He was indeed making an earnest effort to repay his debt, yet his fierce and nacing deanor was a bit too exaggerated for a performance.
"Amitabha, it should be so indeed."
Baoxiang Monk clasped his hands together, looking towards the Demon Sect, "How do the honored guests wish to proceed?"
"We will join the battle, as it's only right and proper, but how shall the spoils be shared?"
Five Lotus Primordial Monarch licked his lips, "Especially... the sole Divinity!"
"As of now, it's confird that the 'Damp Bone Forest' has fallen into the hands of the Western Court Empire. Who knows if they will reintroduce it to the battlefield? The only two hopes left are 'Lost Paradise' and 'Utopia'..."
Zhong Shenxiu thought it over and also felt sowhat troubled.
Sole Divinity, Great Divine Power, Supre Godhood... Items that could further the decomposition of an Immortal's progress were unlikely to be easily given up by Them.
Thus, he simply stated, "Everyone may rely on their abilities, first co, first served."
This was the most advantageous to him.
But the decomposing Immortals looked at each other and, surprisingly, didn't object.
After all, a suggestion made by the strongest among them had a high likelihood of being accepted.
And acquiring the sole Divinity not only required power but also a touch of luck!
In this regard, a contrasting example is the tragic death of the two Immortal ancestors of the Yan Han Imperial Family and the Supre Dragon and Tiger Sect.
"Since military intelligence is urgent and the border might face ergency at any ti, let's trouble the Dharma Body True Monarchs to take charge of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation Map and head to the Fufeng Protectorate first..."
Emperor Shenwu said, "Reinforcents and supplies will arrive shortly after."
"Today, with all our sects in Yan Han united as one, we shall surely triumph over the West."
...
After an impassioned speech, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation Map turned into light and faded into the distance.
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at the Emperor's retreating back and shook his head with a hint of amusent.
In truth, he was not very optimistic about the future of the Second Yan Han Empire.
Even the two great Daoist sects shared this sentint; otherwise, they wouldn't have relocated their sects in advance—although the pretext was to open a branch, moving more than half of their foundation clearly indicated other plans.
And Zhong Shenxiu was aware that, not to ntion the gap in the number of top-tier Immortals between the East and the West, the re fact that there was Divine Power protecting the other side was enough to drive one to despair.
In evenly matched or even decisive defeats, perhaps the Westerners, fearing the might of the True God, would not dare to summon his descent.
But what about when it ca to the annihilation of their nation?
Therefore, the best outco of this war could only be both sides suffering heavy losses.
Yan Han's response was forced by circumstances. On the one hand, the Western army was pressuring aggressively, and on the other, they were being coerced by their own upper echelons.
Only the Corpse-Resolved Immortals could decide whether it would be war or peace.
In this area, the Second Yan Han Empire was sowhat tragic. Previously, they were dragged into the conflict by their Imperial ancestors because the West initiated the invasion, resulting in the annihilation of Clent.
After the death of the Corpse-Resolved Immortal ancestors, the Imperial Family beca secretly weakened and had no choice but to continue being enemies with the West under the coercion of the two great Daoist sects and the six paths of the Demon Sect.
Now, having finally acquired their own Corpse-Resolved Immortal strength, damned Zhong Shenxiu was also coveting the sole divinity of the West!
How could he willingly let the East and West stop fighting and lose the excuse to plunder and loot if he did not fully utilize his current status as the foremost person under heaven and reap enough benefits?
"After a while, I must also set out swiftly... I hope to find what I want in the West."
Zhong Shenxiu sighed and stepped into the void.
When he reappeared, he was already at the Donghua Mansion.
The back garden.
Despite the harsh winter outside, where water turned to ice, the garden was filled with the spirit of spring and blooming flowers.
Lord Qingyuan was sitting in a pavilion, brewing tea.
"My husband!"
Her eyes lit up at the sight of Zhong Shenxiu.
"The assembly today went well, but given the urgent military situation at the border, I can't delay any longer. I bid you farewell for now, as I must head to the battlefield."
Zhong Shenxiu sat opposite Lord Qingyuan, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.
A determined expression appeared on Lord Qingyuan's face, "To resist the barbarians is a matter of utmost importance at present. I shall pray daily for my husband, hoping for your grand victory and safe return!"
"Haha, I'm afraid there's no providence or gods to bless ..."
Zhong Shenxiu spoke with little courtesy, but, in reality... there seed to be so truth to it.
After all, the Heavenly Dao of the Seven Luminaries Heaven here didn't look upon these immigrants kindly; it wasn't until the old emperor's last heavenly sacrifice that things improved slightly.
Besides that, would those True Gods bless him?
Zhong Shenxiu was skeptical.
He thought for a mont and handed a Black Lotus Spiritual Treasure to Lord Qingyuan, "With the great battle looming, even Changluo might be sowhat chaotic. Take this Spiritual Treasure for self-defense..."
This was refined from the Black Lotus Venerable, an extrely formidable Spiritual Treasure, and he had also infused a breath of his own into it. In critical monts, he could descend directly!
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