At the border.
"Great General! The sixth prince has ascended the throne. According to the news from the palace, the salary that we have lacked all these years will be reached in a few days!
One of the generals was half-kneeling on the ground. His face was flushed red with excitement as he looked at Wei Xiaokuan who was sitting on the chair! The founding general of the Sui Dynasty, god-level.
Wei Xiaokuan was a rising star in the army seven years ago. His martial prowess was unrivaled. He led 50,000 soldiers to defend the city and forced back 200,000 enemies. No one dared to invade the western kingdoms of the Yunwu Kingdom.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
Wei Xiaokuan cupped his hands in the direction of the capital. He thought to himself that his master had finally done it. He had been waiting for this moment for too long.
Even if he had martial strength, war was war. There was a limit to his individual strength. He had yet to reach the level of cultivation that could destroy 200,000 enemies with a single slash.
He had led 50,000 soldiers to defend the western gate for seven years. Every year, the court would deduct the military pay, saying that there was no war at the border. Behind these soldiers was their home! Within seven years, this place had long been covered in bones.
"General, the king has finally seen us!" The general cried. The Martial Cloud Dynasty has not forgotten us!"
"Get up."
Wei Xiaokuan lifted him up and looked at the emaciated general. He sighed softly," The Sixth Prince will lead us to the throne. Why are you crying like this?!"
Wei Xiaokuan shouted the last sentence. The general stopped crying and gripped the knife at his waist.”
'These are all righteous people who can sacrifice their lives for the country without asking for anything in return. The King has never forgotten you,' Wei Xiaokuan said silently to everyone around him.
A few years ago, Xia Yu had sent the last three Divine Generals to the three borders to guard the national gate. It was also because of the silly Sixth Prince that the Yunwu Dynasty could live a peaceful life even though it was so rotten.
North.
This was the territory of the King of Beiliang, the only King with a different surname in the Yunwu Dynasty.
He had been guarding the northern territory for more than thirty years, and he had suppressed the foreign tribes in the north so that they would not dare to invade even an inch of the Yunwu Dynasty. "General Qin Qiong, you've always been the king's man.”
The Prince of Beiliang sat high in the tent and looked at Qin Qiong, who had joined the army five years ago. Although he was already over fifty years old, his voice was still deep.
"Looks like I can't hide it from the Prince of Beiliang." Qin Qiong smiled bitterly.”
Qin Qiong still respected the Prince of Beiliang. This had nothing to do with cultivation. The Lord of Beiliang had too many hidden injuries in his body, and his cultivation was stuck at the first level of the Nascent Soul realm. There was no hope for him in this life.
"It's fine. My life's wish is to be able to expand the territory of the Martial Cloud Dynasty. I see hope in you.”
The Prince of Beiliang's expression was cold and gentle, as if he had seen through the world. His temples had long turned white.
Just yesterday, he had received news from the palace and learned of everything that had happened in the capital. If it were not for the foreign races surrounding them, he would have led the army to clear the emperor's side and correct the court.
Qin Qiong's martial strength was the best in the three armies, and his strategy was not inferior to his. The Prince of Beiliang had long suspected that Qin Qiong was willing to lower himself to come to this desolate border pass, but now he had seen through everything.
He knew that the sixth prince was always a fool. At that time, he had even caused a storm in the capital and secretly harmed the imperial concubine. This was a major crime, but in the end, the matter was left unsettled.
He did not expect that he would be so scheming. Once he was activated, the Yunwu Dynasty would change the world.
The Prince of Beiliang's tense face revealed a loud laugh. Today, he vowed to drive the Outsiders back fifty miles!”
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone in the tent stood up and responded, their fighting spirit surging.
South, border pass.
Zhang Liao was bare-chested as he trained on the drill ground.
Report!
Great General, the supplies from the capital will arrive in three days!”
A messenger knelt down and shouted.
All the soldiers on the drill ground stopped, their eyes filled with confusion. Resources, how long had it been since he heard this word?
"Your Majesty is wise! "Zhang Liao half-kneeled and cupped his hands in the direction of the capital.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
Everyone half-knelt and cupped their hands in the direction of the capital, their excitement overflowing with words.
Immortal Execution Camp, Primal Chaos level camp.
Xia Yu hadn't materialized him yet, so he checked him in the space.
[Celestial Eradication Camp: Able to transform the soldiers who enter into elite soldiers. This place comes with a Chaotic Level killing technique.]
Every month, it can convert 100,000 soldiers and consume a million low-grade Origin Stones.
However, there was no limit to the amount of blood aura required to forcefully increase one's cultivation base.
It came with a primal chaos level army formation. 100,000 soldiers could kill enemies three levels higher than them before they entered the Dao Realm. They could kill enemies two levels higher than them in the Dao Seeking Realm and one level higher than them in the later stages.
[Note: The transformed soldier will retain his consciousness, but will be unconditionally loyal to the host.]
Xia Yu was silent. He had already made it very clear.
After checking the Primal Chaos level killing techniques, he realized that the difference between them and their cultivation techniques was too great. They could only unleash their power on the battlefield and cultivate on the battlefield.
Currently, most of the Cloudmartial Dynasty's soldiers were at the Body Refining realm. Those at the Soul Refining realm could become captains, those at the Soul Splitting realm could become generals, and those at the Spirit Severing realm could become commanders.
Currently, the Martial Cloud Dynasty had a population of 300 million. The total number of soldiers was less than a million, but the number of soldiers was less than 500,000. They really could not afford to support them.
Xia Yu swallowed the Spiritual Infant Barrier Breaking Pill in one gulp, and his cultivation reached the perfected Spiritual Infant Tier.
All the summoned people welcomed a breakthrough. They cupped their hands in the direction of the capital, knowing that the king had broken through.
Xia Yu could feel the Yuan Qi in his body surging. This was also a symptom of breaking through too quickly. However, with the Primal Chaos level cultivation technique, he could circulate it in his body and directly suppress the turmoil in his body.
He instantly looked like a cultivator who had been in the Nascent Soul realm for many years.
Xia Yu held this power gently and felt the pleasure brought by the power. He was a little fascinated. Xia Yu sat down again after breaking through and fell into deep thought.
Logically speaking, the Yunwu Royal Dynasty was still a lucky dynasty, but it could increase the cultivation speed of the king by 10 times at most, and it had all kinds of obstacle-breaking effects. However, he could clearly see the luck on the roof of the palace. It was weak, and the boost to his cultivation was less than one fold.
Although Xia Yu was already mentally prepared, after taking over the throne, he realized that the situation was worse than he had expected.
He didn't think too much about it and looked at the other item he had drawn.
Dynasty Advancement Method.
The first sentence.
Gather the fate of the country, gather the fate of the mountains and rivers, gather the fate of the people, welcome the heavenly might, long live our emperor, long live, long live.
Xia Yu was still reading carefully. Not only did advancing into a dynasty have a huge restriction on the size of the dynasty's land, but it also had a huge demand on the power of providence. The Yunwu Dynasty was far from reaching that level.
It was no wonder that so many sect experts did not dare to establish a country. This had nothing to do with strength.
The era of conquering the world with one's own strength had long passed. This was a great era where all races fought for the fate of the dynasty. If one could fight, they could not defend or manage it. The destruction of a country would have a powerful backlash.
Xia Yu had once thought of sending a few experts to suppress the surrounding countries, but Guigu 'zi's words had dispelled the idea.
Too childish.
Ruling a big country was like cooking a small fish. If they relied on the pressure of a few experts, this world of unknown size might have long been unified. How could there be a dynasty? Xia Yu smiled faintly and continued to read the memorial. There were still a lot of domestic problems waiting for him to solve.
Ding! Congratulations to the Host Dynasty for reaching a certain level of luck and activating the Ten Thousand Dynasties Ranking.
Xia Yu raised his eyebrows and checked.
Eastcloud State Dynasty Rankings: Cloudmartial Dynasty--Outside of 3 billion
[Eastcloud State Dynasty Rankings: Temporarily unavailable]
[Eastcloud State Imperial Dynasty Ranking: Temporarily unavailable]
.....
"Haha."
Xia Yu smiled and stopped transmitting his voice in his mind. With a rather firm expression, he spat out a few words," Are you lying to me?”
The System replied," Don't worry, Host. The System will never lie to you. These rankings are all reasonable."”
The system's voice sounded in his mind.
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