"Dong dong dong..."As the first ray of sunlight scattered across the world, a long, heavy sound of a copper bell resonated from the palace, echoing over the Imperial Capital, and then resounded throughout the vast world of the Nine Provinces, reaching across the heavens and myriad realms.
At this moment, all the martial artists looked up, gazing in the direction of the palace.
They all knew that a grand ceremony was about to begin.
This would be a glory belonging to the Qin Dynasty.
"The Surrender Ceremony, accepting the worship of countless civilizations, the Qin Dynasty is becoming stronger and stronger!"
In a certain alley, an old Qin man stepped out of his house, dressed in a brand new red robe, his silver hair neatly combed back, his expression extremely excited.
At this time, the sound of doors opening echoed.
More citizens of the Qin Dynasty stepped into the streets, mostly dressed festively, heading towards the palace.
"Alas!"
In contrast to the excitement and joy of the Qin citizens, the rulers of the major civilizations that came to surrender were full of apprehension, hesitating within their rooms, finally sighing as they made their way to the palace.
Surrender!
It was a painful topic.
After today, they would no longer be the lofty rulers of civilizations, and what roles they would transition into was still unclear to them.
In short, they’d lose many, many things.
"I hope the Qin Dynasty stays true to its word!"
In the surrendering line, the clan leader of the Giant Ape Tribe muttered to himself, willing to submit to the Qin Dynasty for the cultivation technique of the rule domain; if he could not obtain this technique, he would rather die than surrender.
In the long line, he was not alone in this thought.
Cultivation technique of the rule domain!
This was one of their conditions for submission.
"Is everyone here?"
In the court, Qin Wudao sat gracefully on the throne, asking solemnly.
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried infinite imperial majesty, vast and mighty, creating numerous miraculous visions – there were reversing galaxies, the inversion of heaven and earth, the restarting of worlds.
Majesty like a prison!
The imperial voice like the heavens!
If a martial artist with a weaker cultivation entered the great hall at that moment, they would likely kneel directly, unable to move.
Yet all the ministers stood with unflinching gaze, their faces unchanged.
"Your Majesty, everyone is here, all waiting outside the hall!"
Zhuge Liang stepped forward, bowing and saying.
"Then let it begin!"
Qin Wudao nodded, smiling as he spoke.
"As you command!"
Zhuge Liang bowed, then walked to the foot of the nine-step imperial stairs, activating the sacred power in his throat, loudly announcing, "The Surrender Ceremony officially begins, please the rulers of each civilization enter the court in an orderly fashion!"
The resonant voice echoed through the heavens, reaching the ears of 1,326 rulers of civilizations.
In just these two short days, dozens more civilizations had entered the myriad realms.
Outside the court.
1,326 rulers of civilizations lined up according to the order of arrival, divided into five phalanxes, with the first four having three hundred people each, and the last one having just over a hundred.
Upon hearing Zhuge Liang’s words, the ruler in the first phalanx stepped into the court.
"Haha!"
But just at that moment, a loud laugh came from the distant starry sky, interrupting the surrender hall proceedings.
The surrendering procession halted, turning towards the source of the sound.
Beyond the vast world of the Nine Provinces, a man with wings stood, exuding an extremely terrifying pressure.
Demon Clan Patriarch!
Lines of demonic rules spread over the sky, imposing immense pressure on all life.
"Rule!"
"Heavens above, this is a rule domain powerhouse!"
"It’s over! The Qin Dynasty is finished; a rule domain martial artist can easily destroy the Qin Dynasty!"
Sensing the horrifying power emanating from the Demon Patriarch, panic erupted amongst the surrendering group, looking at the Qin Dynasty’s rulers as if avoiding a plague, hurriedly dispersing.
"Why does someone always come to trouble the Qin Dynasty?"
On the throne, Qin Wudao looked at the Demon Clan Patriarch, rubbing his forehead as he spoke.
Helpless!
Such a good day, ruined again.
"Listen, Qin Dynasty Emperor, hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi, or else this ancestor will turn this surrender ceremony into a funeral!"
The Demon Patriarch looked around, expressionless, speaking coldly.
At these words.
Many of the surrendering civilization rulers’ expressions changed.
"Esteemed predecessor, I was forced to submit to the Qin Dynasty and have nothing to do with them. I am willing to serve you loyally!"
Instantly, an old man flew into the air, kneeling before the Demon Clan Patriarch, fawningly saying.
"Indeed!"
"We have a deep hatred against the Qin Dynasty and are willing to serve the predecessor and eliminate the Qin Dynasty..."
With a lead, many rulers who felt the Qin Dynasty was doomed rushed to the Demon Clan Patriarch, kneeling and offering their loyalty.
Of course, there were also many who stood in place, looking conflicted.
This included the Master of Immortal Jade, Wood Blossom, the Giant Ape Clan Leader, and others; they looked at the Qin leaders and then at the Demon Patriarch, hesitant.
What to do?
How should they choose?
They all knew that the choice they made next would determine life and death and the future.
Not hesitating for long, Wood Blossom strode into the court, reverently saluting Qin Wudao, then standing behind the Qin ministers.
This was her stance.
Standing with the Qin Dynasty.
"Fight to the end!"
The Master of Immortal Jade gritted his teeth and also walked into the court, saluting Qin Wudao, then standing beside Wood Blossom.
Before long, the surrendering civilization rulers divided into three phalanxes, with over six hundred defecting at the last moment, over three hundred standing by the Qin Dynasty.
Additionally, over four hundred rulers chose to watch!
"Qin Dynasty Emperor, this ancestor gives you ten more moments; if you don’t hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I will massacre the realm!"
In the sky, the Demon Patriarch was growing impatient, issuing a final ultimatum.
Boom!
A terrifying aura of killing intent exploded from his body, staining the sky red.
Next, a vast, endless surge of demonic rule power soared, revealing an extreme evil aura, crushing the azure heavens, tearing the cosmos, exterminating all beings.
"Massacre the realm, you have quite the nerve!"
Qin Wudao stepped out of the court, coldly gazing at the Demon Clan Patriarch as if looking at a dead man, coldly commanding, "My dear ministers, who wishes to go to battle?"
To battle!
Wood Blossom, Master of Immortal Jade, and others looked on curiously.
They supported the Qin Dynasty, entirely believing it to be extraordinary, with a hope for reversal.
So this battle was crucial.
"Your Majesty, this humble servant requests to battle!"
A gentle breeze swept in, Zhang Sanfeng stood before Qin Wudao, wearing a daoist robe, holding a daoist sword in hand.
A glint of battle intent flashed in his eyes.
Battle!
Having merged with the ’Tai Chi Monarch Position,’ he had yet to spar with anyone, and was already itching for a fight.
"Granted!"
Qin Wudao nodded, commanding.
Zhang Sanfeng bowed, then strode towards the realm beyond the vast world of the Nine Provinces, arriving before the Demon Clan Patriarch within a few steps.
"A Unity Realm ant?"
The Demon Patriarch frowned, secretly disdainful.
"Unity Realm, indeed, but not an ant!"
Zhang Sanfeng’s expression remained unchanged, casually drawing the Tai Chi Sword, accompanied by 1,600 rule powers of the dao.
"What?"
The Demon Patriarch’s eyes narrowed furiously, directly breaking his composure.
Chapter 1346: 1338: The Ancestral Patriarch of the Demon Clan Descends
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