Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"My son, the day you were born, the entire Divine Weapon Empire was calling your name, Aksa the Protean Mystical Solider. Child, I proudly watched you grow up day by day. You are the essence of our warrior race, the last fortune of our waning tribe. Merely over four hundred years, you have already attained the sixth level of Dao Mastery. The only limitation for you is your foundation, not your insight."

"After I launch my last strike to break the barrier between the Soldier Realm and the Human Realm, you will consume me!"

"Father!"

"Obey the order! It is the sacred duty of a soldier to obey commands!"

The silver-haired elder's gaze became stern in an instant, and his tone gradually quickened!

"You are the only hope of our Soldier Realm, to carve out a path of survival for our people. Time is running out. You know nothing, and there are things of which the timing is not yet right. Knowing them now would bring a hundred harms and no benefit."

"Three days from now, the boundary between the Human Realm and the Soldier Realm will be at its weakest. I will take action. My life is nearing its end, and you, my child, will be crowned king, becoming the new Marshal of the Divine Weapon Empire!"

"This is the secret transmission left by the Lord of Soldiers. The Human Realm has left behind 'Abandoning the Classics,' but to our Soldier Realm, it has left this 'Mystical True Soldiers' Scripture.' In this world, only one person can cultivate it. After my death, you will practice the 'Mystical True Soldiers' Scripture,' transforming your soldier energy into the supreme Mystical True Soldier Energy,

Later, I will pass the empire's military talisman to you, to control the imperial armament. Go, my child, you are lucky. I even envy your fortune."

At this point, the elder's voice suddenly paused, then quickly became resolute and impassioned!

"Aksa the Protean Mystical Soldier General, go forth! Follow the path of the Lord of Soldiers, to see, to conquer!"

"Break free! Unify the Five Realms! Scatter the edge of our Soldier Realm's weapons across the five realms. Our warrior race must no longer fight amongst ourselves. Your uncle will help you! Everyone will help you!"

"We crave war!"

Three days later.

The military talisman stirred.

The Divine Weapon Empire mobilized an army of two hundred thousand, with the second legion still amassing, even the least among them a match for a mid-stage Qi refined monk, all among the essence of the Soldier Realm, waiting in strict formation beneath Tian Yue Cliff.

The Protean Mystical Soldier, wearing the military talisman and holding a sword case, walked out slowly, surrounded by hundreds of generals, dozens of great generals, and a Deputy Marshal of the Divine Weapon Empire whose presence was as deep as an abyss. This man was the Protean Mystical Soldier's own uncle.

If Yi Chen were present, he would certainly recognize one of the great generals as the huge warrior he had seen in Yin Manor before leaving the Rakshasa Kingdom.

The silver-haired elder transformed into two blood-colored long swords, one of which he had already consumed, turning it into nourishment to boost his cultivation to the later stages of the eighth level of Dao Mastery, still furiously progressing, breaking through to the ninth level was just a matter of time.

With the sacrifice of the silver-haired elder, given a bit more time, with his astonishing wisdom, he would eventually break open the ninth layer's shackles and step into the realm of perfect Dao Mastery, waiting for the right moment!

Beneath the vast Ming Yue, a young man clad in iron armor held a blood-colored long sword high above his head.

His war cry resounded like a tidal wave!

"The land is the board, the stars and moon the pieces, the military spirit is hard to quell."

"The burden of arms and armor is too heavy to speak of; the iron cavalry heralds the dawn."

"The iron horses of the Five Realms sport tender airs, but the song ends with the south wind carrying sounds of death!"

"Brothers, follow me into battle! Kill! Men don't remove their armor, swords don't sheath their edges!"

"Marshal!" A great general by the young man's side caught a glimpse of something extraordinary in his eyes, ready to raise his arm in a shout, but he was stopped by a raise of the young man's hand.

"Do not call me Marshal. From this day forth, I am Aksa the Hegemonic Military Authority, the Protean Mystical Soldier of the Soldier Realm!"

"Of course, you can also address me as Hegemonic Military Authority!"

The Hegemonic Military Authority smirked coldly, tossed the blood-colored long sword into the sky, and the silver-haired elder's figure suddenly emerged above the sword, appearing between heaven and earth, majestic and dignified in his military attire.

All present knelt on one knee, supporting themselves with various strange weapons.

"Warriors, unite! Unite behind your new Marshal! Go forth!"

The silver-haired elder's apparition gave a military salute to the crowd, then his form disappeared into the blood-colored long sword. In an instant, the sword surged in size and slammed into a mysterious spatial node.

Boom!

The blood-colored long sword shattered, a gash spanning tens of thousands of meters abruptly appeared, and on the opposite side of the rift lay green hills and clear waters, teeming with people and countless mines!

For the warriors, this was a fertile land flowing with milk and honey! Greed sparkled in the eyes of everyone present.

This place was none other than the Xilu region of the Human Realm.

The Hegemonic Military Authority stood up, pointing his halberd toward the other side.

"Warriors! Charge! Charge!"

"We crave war!"

Countless warriors surged toward the rift like a tidal wave, and the slaughter began anew!

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Xilu hung alone overseas, unlike the relatively close proximity of the Eastern and Central Continents; of what transpired in Xilu, everyone was unaware.

Within the golden palace.

Chen Haichao suddenly spoke up with a cold laugh to Yuan Jun:

"Doumu Origin Lord is indeed crafty. Earlier, you feigned anger on purpose, so that I couldn't join the fight, right? Yuan Jun pretends to be mad and stupid, yet in reality, your schemes run as deep as the sea. I, Chen Haichao, have lost this round."

"Scheme against you?"

Yuan Jun's eyes shifted, as if a thought struck her, and she immediately puffed out her chest, "Indeed, that's what Yuan Jun intended. You lack the wisdom of the ages to see through it, and it serves you right!"

The attendees in the hall looked at the mask of peach blossoms on her face, which was displaying such a false expression that, for a moment, they couldn't discern whether Doumu Origin Lord had deliberately planned this or it was an unintended act, which made them even more wary of her.