Prologue, General Chapter (The Fall of Great Achievement)

In a thick, dark, and blood-red mist, the precious child, adorned in gold and jade, fell silently to the ground

Only a corner of a blood-stained black garment was seen rushing down, disappearing at the edge of the azure cliff

A thunderclap finally shattered the silence of the night, instantly illuminating the world in a blinding white light, outlining the menacing black shadows of trees clawing at the sky. Among those long and chaotic tree shadows, several even darker figures streaked by like shooting stars

Having already perished, what is there to fear in discarding this fleshly body? It would be good to have someone to take the blame.

There are no devils underground, yet suddenly a hand slowly emerged.

In the dimness of the world, vibrant colors suddenly burst forth, as a flower of dark golden hue rises in mid-air. A massive wave of air sends the fine rain that penetrates the forest flying, resulting in a grotesque and vivid downpour of blood and flesh.

That small bundle nestled in his embrace, unperturbed by the wind and rain; even as he hurried forward, he still remembered to shield it with his hand, fearing that even a single drop of rain might touch it

The crowd surrounding the youth was startled by the howling sound and turned back in alarm

If this is a deliberate arrangement, then this child is truly terrifying—familiar with the combat self-preservation methods of the Blood Pagoda, understanding human behavioral choices, bold yet meticulous, and striking with ruthless decisiveness

The young man raised his eyebrows and swiftly shouted, "Stop them!"

Show off!

The black rope sprang up from the ground, agile and nimble, entangling the pursuing horses. With a roll and a tug, the foremost horse let out a tragic neigh and fell to the ground. The knight, bow drawn and arrow nocked, was caught off guard and was thrown off, rolling like a gourd, crashing into the horse behind. That horse raised its head and neighed long, its hooves poised to lift but not yet raised. In a flash of snowlight, blood glimmered like a rainbow, and a human head spun away amidst the rain of flowers. Immediately, a long knife flipped out from the elbow, severing the head of the leading knight in one stroke. With a swift pull, it cleanly cut off the legs of the second horse. At the moment the horse crashed to the ground, he had already flipped up like a hawk, crashing into the arms of the knight on horseback, the knife going in and out!

The man finally looked up, fixed his gaze upon him, and revealed a smile

All members of the Blood Floating Tower at higher levels possess a grenade launcher within their bodies, intended for mutual destruction with the enemy at the critical moment. The well-trained members of the Blood Floating Tower exhibit exceptional skills in self-preservation and killing when facing adversaries. During their pursuit, everyone is already aware that there may come a day when they encounter an important figure from the enemy side, and their own corpses could very well be used to undermine the morale of their own troops. Therefore, even when surrounded and facing death, they have tacitly chosen not to self-destruct, all for the sake of this final opportunity. Everyone is already aware that there may come a day when they encounter an important figure from the enemy side, and their own corpses could very well be used to undermine the morale of their own troops. Therefore, even when surrounded and facing death, they have tacitly chosen not to self-destruct, all for the sake of this final opportunity.

That voice was so weak and tender, in the midnight wind and rain of the dense forest, like a flickering candle flame, momentarily swaying, and then vanishing in an instant

The soft and weightless bundle in his arms carries a responsibility as heavy as a thousand pounds; until he fulfills his vow, he has no reason to let it go

The child, however, began to laugh

Bright and clear, as if carved from jade

It is evident that this is a pursuit on a rainy night, taking place between winding mountain roads and dense, dark forests. In harsh weather conditions, the pursuer and the fugitive are engaged in a contest of physical strength and endurance

That is the body of the three tigers, or rather... it can no longer be considered a body.

In an instant, two horses were killed, and three people were slain

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to retreat or advance

A long time later

Everyone gasped and quickly turned back, no longer having the heart to pursue that package. However, just as the man was about to lunge in front of the young boy, he suddenly let out a long laugh and said: "The Blood Pagoda exists in tandem with the dynasty, I dare not live even a moment longer!"

In the heavy rain, the three tigers tightened their waists, where there was a continuously bleeding wound, expressing their dissatisfaction: "I knew it was my turn for good fortune."

Appearing to be around six or seven years old, dressed in a dark green velvet coat that closely resembles the color of the tree trunk, this color is quite unattractive. Yet, on this child, it evokes a sense of purity and elegance. Just as the night rain makes the deep forest dark, muddy, filthy, and cold, he stands there, and suddenly, a single word flashes through everyone's mind—jade figure.

However, just as the Blood Pagoda can never be known to the world, the glorious achievements of this elite troop are destined to be silently submerged by history

A small bundle flew through the air, tracing an arc, and in an instant, it was thrown far away. Amidst the rumbling thunder, a faint sound of crying could be heard from within the package. The leading man was taken aback and quickly leaped to catch it. Once the package was in his hands, he let out a long sigh of relief

The sounds of battle were blocked by the rain and the night, and his figure moved faster than lightning. In the distance, a small grove appeared beyond the mountain hollow.

The dark forest was silent, the leaves rustling in the wind like the sound of ghostly applause, and that low shout, filled with breath, seemed to fall into the void

It is indeed a child

I have a premonition that there are likely enemies ahead said the leading man in a low voice If that is the case I will draw their attention away you must remember to bring the one and only map book

The enemy is coming!

Calling three times, there was no response from the forest, and the cottage was completely dark.

He took a step back, and the several gray-robed elders also stepped forward in unison. The action appeared ordinary, yet the man keenly noticed that the distance between himself and them remained exactly the same after this movement as it had been before.

These sounds reached the ears of the small, hastily moving group, causing the weary and disheveled individuals to quicken their pace.

One cannot doubt, nor dare to doubt; once this thought is touched upon, it brings forth a chilling rift and boundless shadows. If it is true, if those sacrifices and followings could all be false, how could one bear such a reality

The Blood Pagoda has only you left ... ... Under heaven, as long as the people here do not speak, no one will know what you have done ... ... '' The deep voice carries endless temptation, subtly enchanting the heart, `` As long as you let go, from this moment on, no one in the world can trouble your family ... ... ''

Upon such reflection, a profound despair settled in his heart; however, he still cautiously maintained his silence, not losing his composure. The child, as if able to read his thoughts, had already begun to smile gently, the smile being elegant and radiant, yet the gaze was as cold as crystal.

The child tilted his head slightly, looking at him with interest. His gaze swept over the bundle in his hand, and he suddenly said lightly: "Some people are just foolish. Why go to such lengths to harm others, like a dog chasing after you? Rather than pursuing for a thousand miles, it is better to wait by the tree for a rabbit. What do you think?"

Yet that gaze, when passing over the already motionless package, still held a hint of suspicion

A seemingly light remark struck the man like a heavy hammer, causing him to stagger back a step, his face pale.

The tall man smiled and said, "My child, please take care of it, big brother"

Yet even as a child, one is already so captivating; once grown, it is hard to imagine how one could utterly enchant the world.

The man furrowed his brow, exerted all his strength, and called out towards a thatched cottage hidden behind the woods according to their agreement: "After the Emperor, I seek an audience with the Valley Master. I request the Valley Master to fulfill the secret pact passed down through generations!"

The leading man nodded silently, turned his gaze away, and before Xiao Liu could say anything further, he was immediately silenced.

Upon landing, the legs were covered in fresh blood

In this vast empire, the only ones still fighting with their lives are you, the blood-soaked pagoda. The child spoke gently, with a hint of regret, "I must say, you are truly... foolishly loyal"

From this moment

The man casually tossed the package aside and laughed angrily, saying, "Since I have already perished alongside the dynasty, it matters not where I am buried"

The torrential rain pours down, resembling a distant lament of the heavens. The last loyal men of the fallen dynasty choose to face death with a smile.

"I told you not to come, yet you insisted on coming. Now look what you've done, dragging us down!" A short man smirked, casting a sidelong glance at the frail boy, and casually flicked a pill into the boy's mouth.

Xiao Liu was being dragged along by the leading man, yet he kept turning back to fixate on his swiftly vanishing figure, his whole body trembling slightly

If it were not for the noticeably shorter stature and the half-remaining blood pagoda emblem around the waist, even the exceptionally intelligent and ruthless youngest daughter of San Hu would certainly not recognize her

Amidst the blood-soaked struggle, Ah Yan turned back to look at Xiao Liu, his gaze filled with an indescribable mix of joy and sorrow. The young man merely smiled and softly said, "Those of the Heavenly War Clan will forever die alongside their brothers"

The remaining three individuals fell silent, Xiao Liu's face turned even paler, and the leading man closed his eyes briefly

He raised his head

The child, however, ignored his expression and continued calmly, "I believe you are not afraid of death, and you also think that gold, silver, and jewels cannot buy the loyalty of the Blood Pagoda leaders across generations. However, I believe that the thirty-seventh head of the Blood Pagoda, who has guarded the family for generations, would certainly not wish for the family legacy to end completely in his hands."

The young man spat the medicine onto the dust.

The man pressed his lips together and glanced back; the child immediately said, "No need to look, the person you are supposed to meet has already left."

He turned his head, his gaze meeting that of the leading man, and then they each looked away.

In the world, there are no heroes who fear death, yet there are dragons burdened by responsibility

Through the dark, sharp tip on his back, he pinned the fleeting joy that had just appeared between the brows of this group of fugitives

The burly man, who had caught the gaze of the other, suddenly turned around and laughed, "Damn it, there are really too many things to deal with!" With a flash of green light in his palm, he charged towards the pursuers without a second thought

If it were not for his exceptional quick thinking and timely evasion, that knife just now would have been aimed directly at his vital spot in the lower back

There is no time to hesitate, nor is there time to grieve. Such scenes have already spread across the path of escape paved with bones and blood. Along the way, in the illustrations of books, a group of three hundred people has been gradually reduced to the few remaining tonight in this manner.

How could the boss bear to make such a decision

"Upon arrival, quickly check on Xiao Liu's injury." Another tall, handsome man turned his head, his gaze filled with concern as he looked at a young boy behind him who was wielding dual swords

Raising a palm, a voice still carrying the innocence of youth resounded clearly: "I swear by the bloodline of Shengning, those who violate this shall be cut off from their descendants"

The half-hearted sob had not yet begun to sound, yet it was abruptly cut off

Suddenly, he returned silently.

Shadows flickered in the forest as several elderly men in gray robes silently appeared, surrounding him in the center.

This discovery made his heart tighten once again. Undoubtedly, the opponent was an exceptional master with both keen eyesight and formidable martial skills. In his current state, he could not withstand even one of them, let alone escape under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The package flew out

Taking a deep breath, the man stepped back. It is no longer the time to investigate who the spy is; the urgent matter at hand is to fulfill his own promise

Six hundred years of splendid glory, one hundred thousand miles of magnificent landscapes, once commanding the flow of rivers, once receiving tribute from myriad nations, once dominating the world, once making the four seas bow in submission... All the pride belonging to the magnificent and resplendent Great Achievements Dynasty.

In the lightning, a solitary black silhouette remains at the other end of the rain curtain, resolutely blocking the enemy's advance with sheer determination. Meanwhile, on this side, the others do not hesitate for a moment, gritting their teeth and continuing forward without looking back.

If possible, he would rather choose to die in place of his brother, but he cannot

In the heavily guarded royal archives, they are referred to as: the Blood Pagoda

Everyone looked up in unison, watching as the brocade wrapped in flying dragons and dancing phoenixes traced a golden arc through the air, rapidly descending towards the cliff behind the dense forest with a breathtaking curve

Xiao Liu suddenly turned around and angrily said, "Boss, are you crazy!"

The clamor of enemies behind him surged once more; a single life could only delay the precious moment. Xiao Liu's gaze turned cold as he prepared to lunge back, but the short man San Hu suddenly reached out and yanked him forcefully to the side.

The forest was dark and shadowy, with gray strands of rain falling at an angle. Amidst the dim colors, a small hand emerged from the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, strikingly vivid like a relief sculpture. This scene appeared somewhat eerie from any perspective, causing the man's usually steady and heavy heart to pound wildly.

Looking up towards the end of the rain curtain, it seems as if he wishes to see the person he longs for through the heavy rain, yet it also feels like a silent farewell. A faint pain and softness flicker in the tall man's eyes, but it vanishes in an instant. He then turns away without looking back, rushing into the midst of his enemies.

He suddenly stopped struggling, his wet hair falling down and hanging over his eyes. The leading man looked at the boy's pale forehead and, with a hint of pity, patted him gently before unblocking his acupoints.

Everyone was astonished that he could maintain such speed even at the moment of his exhausting flight over thousands of miles, and for a time, no one could catch up. They watched as he gave up his attack on his master, letting out a long sigh in mid-air.

If anyone survives, please tell my daughter that her father will never marry a second wife again, so she need not worry

The Great Prosperity Dynasty at least still has us, a group willing to fight until the very last moment in our foolish loyalty..." He laughed, "But I wonder, when the time comes for your family's imperial power to collapse in the future, how many people will be willing to die for you?

A piercing and familiar roar echoed from afar, cutting through the chaos of the world. The leading man immediately said: "Do not look back"

How could this child know the royal family's top secrets, which have been kept for centuries, so clearly?

Everyone stared blankly, their faces pale under the mournful moonlight. As they witnessed the hem of a garment vanish into the dark abyss below the cliff, a collective sigh escaped their lips

The man took a step back in shock

You

However, just as his back leaned against the trunk of the tree, he suddenly let out a wild roar and, with a great arching motion, desperately flipped out.

The man, however, slowly shifted his gaze back, looking at the child, and even smiled a little.

Indeed, the entire team consists of the leader's subordinates, and they should advance and retreat in the face of life and death. However, this should not include Ayan

In the dark hues of the dense forest, the wrist bones are exquisite and the palms are as smooth as jade, with a voice that unfurls like a delicate thread, entwining and binding the restless heart of the man.

The person has not yet arrived, and with a flick of the wrist

Yet no matter how fast their movements were, how could they compare to the speed of the descending palm? In a fleeting moment, a red light flickered, and the palm had already pressed down on the package

Yet a long, sorrowful laugh resounded, emerging from the dissipating smoke of battle

The Heavenly Prosperity Dynasty, established.

After a long while, some pale red fragments of flesh silently fell from the tips of the leaves, accumulating in a pile beneath the feet of the people. That was the last remnant of the blood-soaked guardian, which had just been thrown at the feet of the youth.

"Did you see his fate in the picture book?" He pointed to the lump on the ground, so young yet remaining calm and indifferent in the face of such a tragic scene, chillingly composed. "Even if you remain stubborn and unrepentant, it will be the same."

In their eyes, a hint of melancholy and confusion gradually emerges

The man's expression remained unchanged, yet his eyes revealed a contemplative look, clearly indicating that he had been moved by his vow

The one called Xiao Liu appears to still be a child, pale and thin, covered in blood. In the face of the concerned gazes from several people, he stubbornly purses his lips and shakes his head.

With a muffled thud, an object was thrown into the forest, the dim light outlining a blurred, reddish silhouette that made it difficult to discern what it was. The man, however, stared intently, his hands clenched tightly within his sleeves, nails digging into his flesh.

Before he could finish speaking, the young man suddenly raised his hand and snatched the bundle from his arms, throwing it away

However, Xiao Liu had already turned his head back, and in the moment he glanced behind, he saw the scene of flesh and blood scattered and trampled into the mud, his eyes turning blood red

"Do you not believe it? In fact, it is quite simple. Suppose that before you, someone has already come with the token of your blood sect, holding a treasure just like the one in your arms, seeking an audience with the valley master. What do you think the valley master would do?"

The enraged enemies closed in, surrounding him in the center. The rain washed away the outlines of the combatants, and in the mud, the roar of an unknown assailant echoed. Large splashes of blood mixed with the rain, staining the pale lightning red

The man's gaze trembled. The master of this valley had an agreement with the previous lord that he would not leave until he was contacted for assistance. However, with such a commotion in the forest and the stone house in the back remaining completely silent, could it be that the person has truly left?

The leading man, holding a bundle, gazed from a distance at the figures engaged in back-to-back combat, a glimmer appearing in his eyes, before he pursed his lips and turned to leave.

What do you think? The smile on the child's thin lips is as fleeting as the flickering lights on a chilly autumn night. The secrets of this world, as long as someone knows them, will eventually be revealed one day.

The fierce sound of the wind slicing through the air pierced the curtain of rain, abruptly cutting off his voice. The raindrops mingled with splashes of blood, and a figure, responsible for the final watch, stumbled momentarily before silently collapsing.

In the torrential rain, a coarse and hearty laugh shot out like nails; almost at the moment it landed, the seemingly exhausted man swiftly drew his knife and killed several people, their fallen bodies blocking the road.

The person leaned slightly forward, adopting a posture that is the most energy-efficient while running, yet tightly held a small bundle in their arms

The child squinted, and a glimmer of cold light flickered in his eyes

However, that hint of joy was suddenly frozen, and he abruptly turned around, lowering his voice to say: "Who!"

With a wave of the hand

At last, they were nearing their destination! In the group of fugitives, a burly man wiped the rain from his face and looked up towards a certain direction behind the dark mountains, his bloodshot eyes glimmering with a spark of hope.

Yet some speak as if nothing has happened

In mid-air, the blood-soaked figure in black gazed down at the pile that had long since lost all semblance of form, his eyes filled with pain yet also a sense of relief

By the time he turned back, the slender figure of the youth had already darted into the ranks of the pursuing riders

He remained silent, not uttering a word. The forest was enveloped in a deathly stillness; although no one made any movement, the atmosphere was tense, ready to erupt at any moment

The dynasty has fallen, the nobles have all surrendered, and the loyal ministers of the dynasty have been slaughtered. In this vast world, only the blood-soaked stupa remains, a place where generations have enjoyed offerings, free from the control of any ruler, preserving the last vestige of the dynasty's bloodline. Countless lives have been lost in the pursuit over thousands of miles, many have fought to the death to cover the retreat. Now, only a few have reached the end: Ayan, Old Stone, Sanhu, and Xiaoliu... Each one is not only the most elite, the highest in status, and the most unwaveringly loyal member of the group, but also a brother entrusted with life and death.

I witnessed him erecting tall buildings, I witnessed him hosting guests, I witnessed him... Then, the building collapsed

The man lowered his gaze, his voice calm: "... ... What do you want? Exchange it for your life."

With a slight movement of his brow, the child swiftly darted over like a wisp of smoke. At the same time, the figures lurking menacingly around the dense forest sprang into action, their gray shadows converging like a tightening net, determined to thwart the man's movements.

The crowd in the forest was deeply moved—overturning the rule of the Ning family, a clan of the Dacheng Dynasty, which is a family of the imperial in-laws. It is said that a century ago, they were a branch of the royal bloodline of a vassal state of the Dacheng Dynasty, which was annexed by Dacheng. Consequently, the Ning family privately referred to themselves as 'Saint' and placed great importance on the inheritance of bloodlines. Such an oath carries significant weight.

The sounds of battle fade far behind, as three individuals race desperately forward. This is time and knowledge earned at the cost of their lives, and no one has the right to waste it

The family lineage has come to an end today, and he could hardly see his ancestors until his death

Wū——

This replacement concerns two lives, it concerns the last lineage of the Cang family.

So... who could it be? Who can it be?

The smile is faint, and within the profound and obscure colors, it appears as insubstantial as the morning mist

Is it a coincidence, or a deliberate arrangement

The child's gaze tightened even further, yet his body remained completely still

In the scene of blood and light, the third knight has also arrived. The long sword slashed down with a fierce wind. Cang Yan leaped up, wielding a long knife that was thinner and more delicate than usual, meeting the man's sword. The blades clashed, producing a sharp "crack" sound.

Only he knows that he is the biological brother of the boss

The tall man touched his head, a warm smile on his face, and said: "Xiao Liu, you are now the only heir of the Tian Zhan family, so make sure to live well."

He dragged the knife and turned around, leaving his companion with a languid silhouette, waving his hand

The man clenched his fist ... ! ... There is a traitor among the blood pagoda !

More importantly, he is a father, and his only son, the sole descendant of that family, is the last hope of the lineage... And that child... that extraordinary child, how could he survive without a father!

"Your family has faced difficulties in having descendants for generations." The child looked at him, speaking in a calm tone, "In your generation, it is rare to have two brothers, but even so, it seems that good fortune has come to an end. Although your brother married early, he has only one son to this day, and it is said that he is..." He paused here, chuckling lightly.

On a night when dark clouds loomed over the city, a storm was imminent

In the sixteenth year of the He Guang era, the grand Cheng dynasty, which had flourished for six hundred years and reached its zenith, was brought to ruin

Do not want sudden changes

With my blood-soaked body now lifeless, I can still exchange it for the worthless life of a treacherous minister or rebel. Third brother, you may now close your eyes

The man, however, only clutched the bundle in his arms tightly, warily watching the child—he would not forget that it was this seemingly harmless little boy, hiding behind the tree, who had ambushed him under the cover of this rainy night in the dark forest, despite his extensive battle experience

The night is deep and dark, with layers of clouds in motion. Silver serpentine lightning illuminates the edges of dark golden clouds, carving out a vast expanse of desolate sky, plowing through the intricate paths of remorse.

The view here is expansive, and there is cover behind him; in the event that there are enemies in the forest, they would be unable to surround and attack him

The child looked at him with a satisfied smile curving at the corners of his mouth: "I will not harm you, I will not even ask you anything, as long as you put down this package at this moment, turn around and leave, your family's child will henceforth be free from worry."

"Three Tigers!" The leading man holding the package said in a low voice, causing the short man to immediately stop talking and turn his head away. The leading man looked at the young boy with a hint of guilt... Little Six had not yet completed his training and should not have made this trip, but... He sighed, patted the boy's head, and said, "Fortunately, we are almost there..."

A look of joy appeared in the man's eyes, for he knew that beyond the forest lay the destination

Whoosh

Good

The man appeared to lift the corpse and leave, but at the moment when the enemy was least prepared, he detonated the explosives hidden within the body

Trained elite blood floaters, when encountering danger in the dense forest, instinctively choose to lean against a large tree to occupy a favorable position. Under normal circumstances, a person's line of sight generally remains level and directed forward, without intentionally looking down. Little did he expect that at the seemingly unremarkable stump, a child was actually hidden within.

The man glanced over briefly, then felt no more attachment, letting out a long howl

Boom

Everything about the Blood Pagoda is classified, belonging to its leader and his family's privacy, and is known to almost no one in the world. Yet, this little child seems to know it all!

The man was extremely cautious; before approaching the old tree, he had carefully observed the trunk for any abnormalities that could potentially harm him

He scooped up the indistinguishable mass of flesh and blood from the ground with one hand, twisted his body, and rushed towards the cliff below faster than the wrapped package

The rain fell silently, and one could faintly hear the heavy, tense breathing of a person. An elderly man in a gray robe numbly raised his hand and pointed towards the bundle in the man's arms

How could one possibly match a hundred? The escape route spans thousands of miles, facing an army of tens of thousands relentlessly pursuing. Assassinations, ambushes, counterintelligence, offense and defense... Starting with three hundred, only five remain upon arrival, yet what has been gained is the corpses of thousands of enemies, fallen along the way

No one is dissatisfied, and even fewer are fearful; this is the entirety of their existence's mission—six hundred years ago, the extraordinarily talented emperor established generations of elite guards who were rigorously trained. These individuals enjoy the highest level of devotion, with their families and children receiving special care. They do not engage in battles, do not serve as bodyguards, and are not driven by any high-ranking officials. In their lifetime, they may not even be called upon once; however, when they are needed, it is the moment when heaven and earth are turned upside down. At that time, everyone becomes a death warrior capable of facing a hundred foes!

Swish!

The knight suddenly felt that the opponent's blade had vanished. Just as he felt a moment of joy, he suddenly saw a dagger tip silently pressing against his longsword, sliding out like a snake, instantly extinguishing the spark of life.

The howl resounds like a苍龙, soaring and weaving through the deep, dense forest, shaking the dewdrops on the leaves until they roll down like the final tear of a hero.

The man trembled violently, staring in shock at the child, and after a long pause, he said softly: "How could you possibly know..."

The man's hand, however, had already been raised, the palm slightly reddened, indicating that he had exerted considerable strength.

The foremost master of the Blood Pagoda

The man's face turned ashen, and his previously steady hands began to tremble slightly. He gazed at the small child, and his eyes finally revealed a hint of shock.

This moment of silence is heavy and substantial, congealing like mud, seemingly binding the bodies and minds of all present.

The man raised his hand, but instead of releasing it, he suddenly brought it down.

The garments fluttered in the wind with a rustling sound, and everyone rushed towards their master, who lay on the ground, unaware of life or death.

The heart wrapped in satin, sinking into embrace

One person, possessing exceptional lightness of foot, moved so swiftly that a faint shadow seemed to emerge. However, each time they landed, there appeared to be a slight stumble, suggesting a lack of strength. Yet, just as they were about to fall, the individual would twist their body, propelling themselves even faster and more forcefully, showing no regard for their energy and not allowing themselves a moment's pause

First came the hand, then the wrist... The disguised mossy tree roots were peeled back one by one, revealing a dark, hair-covered head. A person emerged from the position of the tree stump.

The man's expression changed suddenly

The nation is on the brink of collapse, what is the point of family? Since it is thus, might as well destroy everything completely

Above the shattered tiles and ruins of the Golden Palace and Jade Pavilion, as well as the blood-soaked mountains of corpses from the previous dynasty's royal family

The man remained silent, as if in contemplation, his gaze sorrowful and distant, seemingly trying to see through the darkened canopy of the moment to catch a glimpse of the person he longed to see

The master has finally changed

The youth's gaze grew increasingly cold, fixated on the man. Though his stature was still small and his presence insufficient, he appeared like a young dragon in the vast sky, staring down at the tiger racing across the mountains and fields.

White, not large, appearing to be that of a child's hand

The cries of astonishment from all directions seemed to freeze in the air

Creak!

Waiting to become the terminator of this glorious dynasty, waiting for the last spark of this dynasty to extinguish

Bring it here... That child, perceptive and observant, immediately extended both hands gently, reaching forward in a posture of waiting to receive.

The leading man reached out and grabbed him, while Xiao Liu struggled desperately, his hand caught in the arm like a vice, unable to move. Amidst the sound of rain, the boss's clear and steady voice was heard: "A Yan, you go!"

The leader instinctively tightened the bundle in his arms, pressed his lips together, and with a flick of his head, rainwater splashed everywhere. His wet face was reflected in the white light of the lightning, and his gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept toward the end of the line.

Go!

Existence is meant for sacrifice at the moment of need

The man's heart sank as he realized that the situation had changed. He immediately and discreetly took three slow steps back, glanced around, and gradually leaned against an old tree that was situated at a higher elevation.

Everyone's face turned ashen

Behind him, several figures followed closely, adopting a protective stance. Although the individuals varied in their skills, their pace and movements were synchronized, demonstrating a well-organized formation that clearly indicated rigorous training. Apart from the person at the front who was focused on moving ahead, the others frequently glanced back as they hurried along, seemingly attentive to the developments behind them

"It is unfortunate that you will not see that day." The child was not angry; instead, he smiled slightly and changed his tone, "However, even if you cannot see it, do you not wish for your descendants to witness that day?"

In unfavorable circumstances, choosing the terrain that is most advantageous to oneself is an essential lesson for the blood-soaked pagoda

At the same time, a sorrowful and indignant laughter surged forth, causing the leaves in the forest to fall in a rustling manner

Suddenly, someone sprang up, but the man flew over, directly pouncing towards the youth. In mid-air, his hand drew forth a gleaming cold light, and a fierce wind howled as it struck towards the youth's crown.

The rumbling sound of rain isolates the noise, yet the violent wind brings forth some faint sounds from behind— the sound of hooves striking the puddles, the clash of swords, and the restless whip cracking repeatedly against the horse's body

The man's face was pale, staring intently at the direction of the tree stump he had just seen. There, moss had accumulated, and the tree roots were entwined, appearing unremarkable. However, the way the man gazed at the stump was as if he had seen a devil emerging from the ground.