In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
During this time, news of the great battle in the capital city of Langya spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the Wilderness. There were even recordings of the event, which fell into the hands of various major powers.
The Sword Saint had once again taken action, arriving in Langya Kingdom, close to the Western Buddhist Kingdom. His intentions were clear.
Everyone could feel the heavy oppression in the air, conveying one message:
Great Jin and the Buddhist Kingdom were about to engage in the final battle!
A new overlord of the Wilderness was about to be born, ending the chaos of thousands of years. No matter who emerged victorious, history would be irrevocably changed, leaving a significant mark on the river of time.
At this stage of the war, no major power could remain neutral. They had to choose a side. Hesitation or choosing the wrong side would result in devastating consequences once the dust settled, leading to the destruction of their nations and a complete reshuffling of power.
While the major powers were agonizing over which side to support, a piece of news swept through the Wilderness at lightning speed.
[The Empress’s attendant, Su Qingqiu, along with a woman in a black robe, caused a huge commotion in Langya Palace.]
[Sword Saint Meng Qin appeared and quelled the chaos.]
[The Lustful Arhat descended, made his move, and was killed!]
[Scandals of Langya were exposed, with the King of Langya confessing his sins…]
[The Western Buddhist Kingdom had captured various female prodigies and turned them into cauldrons, tantric artifacts, sacrifices, and firewood…]
The exposure of these events caused an uproar.
Various major powers watched the recorded images, and when they saw Meng Qin tear open a small world, revealing countless female cultivators inside, they were shocked to find their long-lost relatives among them!
A sect leader chuckled and commented:
“Showing off, huh? So, the Buddhist Kingdom is just a bunch of lamas in robes? Hidden for thousands of years, and Meng Qin just happened to catch them red-handed?”
“In my opinion, it must be the Sword Saint setting a trap to smear the Buddhist Kingdom…”
Before he could finish, the sect leader was stunned.
He stared intently at the recorded image, seeing a figure inside the small world.
He immediately stood up, a wave of energy crashing like a tidal wave, shattering the palace, and roared in anger:
“Buddhist lamas, damn your ancestors for eight generations!”
“My poor granddaughter!”
“Sect Leader, didn’t you say the Sword Saint set a trap and it must be fake?”
“Bring me my sword!”
“Sect Leader…”
“I said bring me my sword! I will bathe Langya in blood! No, first, we must rescue our people.”
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Similar situations occurred everywhere.
Many powers initially didn’t believe it, thinking the Space-Time Sword Saint was taking an unconventional path to smear the Buddhist Kingdom and shake its foundation.
Everyone knew that the roots of Zen cultivation came from the collective will of the people. Losing the people’s support was like water without a source.
The Buddhist Kingdom’s founding could be traced back to a few hundred years after the disappearance of the Human Emperor. Over countless years, many had tried to uncover the secrets of the Buddhist Kingdom, all ending in failure.
Was it just a coincidence that the Space-Time Sword Saint was a divine detective or the reincarnation of a golden toad of fortune?
Randomly walking to a place, lifting the cover, and seeing: Oh! It’s black, the scheming frog has always been rubbing your belly!
It was too far-fetched, so few were willing to believe it.
However, when the major powers saw their relatives in the recordings, anger surged from their hearts, and they were filled with rage.
They mounted their horses, declaring they would destroy Langya and bathe the land in blood. They might not dare to challenge the Buddhist Kingdom, but they could certainly deal with a fallen kingdom.
For a time, the Wilderness was in turmoil.
Various major powers sent envoys to ransom their people or mobilized their armies to vent their anger.
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Langya Kingdom, a certain city.
Several days had passed, and the explosion in the capital city of Langya had already fermented. Compared to the raging anger of other powers, the people here were living in constant fear.
Waking up, they felt a heavy weight on their backs. Turning around, they saw a huge black pot!
The people were both confused and terrified.
They had done nothing, yet suddenly became the target of all major powers, surrounded by wolves, about to be torn apart.
“Damn the King of Langya, working for the Buddhist lamas. Even in death, he drags us down.”
“There’s no way to escape. It’s said that the entire Langya is sealed off, with major powers’ Great Beings blocking the borders, not allowing passage.”
“It’s over! Disaster is upon us.”
“The King of Langya is dead, and we commoners are the only targets left. Damn it!”
Dongfang Liuli walked along, piecing together the fragmented information she heard from the people, forming a complete picture of the events.
She wore a mask, her red hair flowing in the wind, her proud figure hidden by a wide robe.
Carrying a sword and leading a horse, she looked like an ordinary traveler.
When she heard that Meng Qingzhou was in Langya Kingdom, Dongfang Liuli couldn’t be more excited.
She had left the capital alone, hiding her intentions from everyone, wanting to rescue Jiang Canghai and seek a breakthrough opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Meng Qingzhou had the same idea.
He also wanted to play the lone hero.
“As expected of my husband, we think alike,” Dongfang Liuli’s steps became lighter, reminiscent of her days wandering the rivers and lakes years ago.
But as she calmed down, she thought:
“Meng Qingzhou is still in the capital of Langya? Exposing the Buddhist Kingdom’s scandals would undoubtedly anger them. Why hasn’t he left yet?”
“What is he thinking…”
This move was like taking the firewood from under the pot. The Buddhist Kingdom would not tolerate it. It might even provoke the Buddha himself to take action.
After pulling off such a stunt, instead of running away, he declared himself the ‘Sword Saint of Langya.’
That’s right.
Just yesterday, Meng Qingzhou, who was stationed in the capital of Langya, announced to the world:
“From now on, Langya is my territory.”
This simple sentence caused an uproar.
Anyone with a bit of sense knew who this message was directed at.
In translation—”Baldies, I’m staying in Langya. Come and get your revenge if you dare!”
To set the mood, Meng Qingzhou had even nailed the head of the Lustful Arhat to the city gate of the capital.
This made the envoys from various powers who came to ransom their people tremble with fear, taking cautious steps into the city, afraid that at any moment, the gods and Buddhas would descend, causing a great battle and dragging them into the chaos.
Dongfang Liuli frowned slightly and sighed:
“You’re forcing the Buddhist Kingdom to split their forces, relieving the Prime Minister’s pressure, but have you considered your own safety…”
“Foolish salt fish, so unreliable.”
Thinking of this, Dongfang Liuli changed her plan. Instead of aiding the Prime Minister, she decided to help her husband first.
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