Da Qin: Conquer all heavens and all realms

The void roared, not the sound of the wind, but the wail of space itself caused by the start-up of the Great Qin Empire's starship engine.

For the first time, the creatures in the Blue Sky World witnessed what the "heaven beyond the sky" was.

The "sky" above their heads was obscured by countless huge, cold, metal monsters that exuded the breath of death.

The sunlight was deprived, leaving only the faint blue light of the energy core shining through the edge of the starship's outline, and the huge black dragon battle flag fluttering in the vacuum, as if it could swallow all light.

Fear, like a plague, began to spread among the mortal realms of all major forces.

But in the eyes of those high-ranking practitioners, besides fear, there was more surprise, anger, and a hint of offended arrogance.

In the Western Regions, the evil spirit is surging.

At the Tianwang Sect's mountain gate square, the Tianwang Sect leader, "Tianwang," laughed wildly, his voice resonating throughout the surrounding area. Clad in heavy black gold armor, his muscles bulging, he looked like a god of war emerging from the ancient demonic abyss.

Behind him, the Ten Palace Lords stood in rows, each of them with a ferocious aura and demonic energy surging around them, faintly forming the prototype of a combined attack formation.

"Hahaha! Great! What a visitor from outer space! I thought this Qingtian world was boring, but I didn't expect such a fool would come to my door!" The eyes of the Heavenly King flashed with blood, filled with bloodthirsty excitement, "Ten Palace Masters, follow me into battle! I will use their blood to sacrifice the magic banner of my Heavenly King Sect! Let the entire Qingtian world see who is the true ruler of this world!"

"Yes, Master!" The ten palace masters roared in unison, and the demonic energy soared into the sky, transforming into ten huge demonic shadows, following the King of Heaven and rising into the sky.

However, what they encountered was not the fierce confrontation they had expected.

At the moment they rushed out of the mountain gate, the heart-pounding low hum in the sky came to an abrupt end from the "God of Killer", the largest imperial flagship with a bow as ferocious as a giant beast.

The next moment, a thick white light that could not be described in words suddenly descended like a sword of heavenly punishment!

Light, no sound.

Wherever the light passes, space is directly evaporated, leaving behind a distorted vacuum.

The Tianwang Sect's mountain protection formation, which was said to be able to withstand the full-strength attack of a peak Mahayana cultivator, was as fragile as paper in the face of this light. It didn't even last a moment before it melted away silently.

The wild laughter on the king's face froze instantly, replaced by unprecedented horror.

He could feel that the light contained a pure, extreme, and unreasonable will to destroy.

His physical body and magic skills, which he was so proud of, could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance in the face of this will.

"Do not--!"

He only had time to let out an unwilling roar before the white light swallowed him and the Ten Palace Lords behind him.

No explosion, no wreckage.

When the light faded, all that remained at the location of the Tianwang Sect's mountain gate was a huge deep pit with a diameter of over a hundred miles and edges as smooth as a mirror.

At the bottom of the pit lay a molten, glassy substance that was slowly cooling. The Tianwang Sect, along with its sect, disciples, and heritage, was completely wiped from the map of the Qingtian World by this single blast.

On the bridge of the "God of Death", Bai Qi stood quietly in front of the porthole, looking at the dead silence below with indifference.

His voice spread throughout the legion through the communicator:

"First, the target has been eliminated. All forces are pressing forward, employing the 'Three Lights' tactic. Kill any demons you see. Destroy any demon nests you find. Within an hour, I want the Western Regions free of demonic energy."

"As you command, General!"

The 250,000-strong "God of Death" army, like a black tide, surged out of the starship, transformed into streams of light, and rushed to every corner of the Western Regions.

There was no shouting or roaring from them, only cold, mechanical efficiency of execution.

This was a massacre, a cleansing, and the most thorough elimination of "evil" initiated by the war machine.

Southern Region, sword energy and frost.

Different from the thundering battle in the Western Region, the battle in the Southern Region was filled with a weird atmosphere from the very beginning.

Wang Jian's "God of War" army did not descend directly on the mountain gates of Cambrian Sect and Shangqing Sect, but dispersed into countless small fleets, and appeared silently like ghosts at various key nodes in the southern region - resource veins, transportation routes, affiliated sects, and mortal royal cities.

They did not fire, but just hovered quietly in the air, casting a huge shadow and cutting off all external communication.

Shangqing Sect, Sword Tomb.

Supreme Green Sword Master held his natal flying sword, its blade humming and its sword intent soaring into the sky. He could clearly sense countless unfamiliar, powerful auras spreading throughout the Southern Region, like a dragnet. But he couldn't find a clear target to attack.

"Order all disciples to form the 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan' formation and guard the mountain gate! Anyone who approaches will be killed without mercy!" Shang Qing Jianzun shouted sternly.

He has pursued kendo all his life and values ​​his reputation the most. The feeling of being played like a monkey by the enemy almost makes him explode.

However, just as his order was issued, an unexpected news came.

"Report—Sect Master! This is bad! Our main vein of 'Cold Marrow Jade' has been... occupied by a group of people wearing black armor! They didn't kill anyone, they just drove all the miners out. They also set up a strange formation around the vein. The moment our sword energy got close, it was absorbed!"

"What?!" Shangqing Jianzun was horrified. The Cold Marrow Jade Mine was one of the lifeblood of the Shangqing Sect, and the crystals it produced each year provided the majority of the sect's expenses.

Almost at the same time, in the Cambrian Sect, Fairy Cambrian also received an urgent message.

"Holy Lord! This is terrible! All of our commercial routes in the Southern Region have been blocked by those black-armored warships! We can't get our elixirs and magic weapons out, and we can't get our spirit stones in! And... and they seem to be distributing something called the 'Great Qin Law' to the mortal cities along the way, along with food..."

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on the cold face of the Cambrian Fairy. She was not interested in worldly affairs, but the operation of the sect and the cultivation of the disciples were inseparable from the exchange of resources with the outside world.

Now, the Qin Dynasty did not even resort to military force, but simply cut off their economic lifeline and began to win the hearts and minds of the people, putting them in a desperate situation.

Wang Jian’s tactics were simple and brutal—cutting off the fuel from under the cauldron.

He sat in the command room of the flagship, with a three-dimensional sand table of the Southern Region in front of him.

He pointed at the two spots of light on the sand table and said calmly to the staff officer beside him:

"Tell Chen Ping's people that they can begin the 'acquisition' process. Use the industrial products, food, and spirit stones we brought to buy out all the idle resources held by their sect's disciples and affiliated families at three times the market price. At the same time, spread the word that anyone willing to submit to the Qin Empire can retain 70% of their sect's assets, and their disciples can attend the Imperial Academy for further study."

"General, this... isn't it too merciful?" The staff officer was puzzled.

Wang Jian shook his head, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. "Warfare is the art of deception. To deal with the Tyrant Empire, we must strike with thunder. To deal with these 'aloof' cultivators, we must first sever their roots and then give them a new, stronger one. When they discover that their disciples, families, and wealth are all turning to us, those two so-called 'sovereigns' will be left alone and surrender without a fight."

"This is the true meaning of 'bloodless battle'."

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In the Northern Territory, the mountains are shaken.

The Northern Territory is a bitterly cold place, shrouded in wind and snow all year round.

The Beixiao Sect's mountain protection formation, the "Northern Dark Turtle Formation", has been fully activated. A huge tortoise shell phantom composed of ice and earth elemental force covers the entire sect, resisting the mountain-like heavy pressure in the sky.

The Galaxy Army led by Wang Ben did not fire directly like Bai Qi, nor did they play tricks like Wang Jian.

They just…landed.

Like meteorites, the imperial warships slammed heavily onto the plains outside the Beixiao Sect's mountain gate. Their hulls embedded themselves deeply into the earth, steady as a rock.

Then, the ship's door opened, and countless heavy infantrymen walked out of the warship in uniform steps and formed a formation on the snow.

They did not charge, but just stood there silently, the heavy power armor on their bodies emitting a cold metallic luster, the spears in their hands pointed straight ahead, and the tips of the spears flashed coldly in the wind and snow.

The 250,000-strong army turned into a steel forest, standing quietly in the wind and snow, confronting the Beixiao Sect.

This is a battle of wills.

Patriarch Beixiao stood within the mountain protection formation, feeling the silent and resilient aura, his brow furrowed. The other party's actions were completely beyond his comprehension.

No fighting, no retreat, no shouting, just quietly using the army to put the greatest psychological pressure on you.

"Pass the order down, all disciples, activate the Black Turtle Formation with all your strength. I want to see how long their iron lumps can hold out!" Ancestor Beixiao shouted in a deep voice.

However, just after he gave the order, something strange happened.

In the center of the steel forest, Wang Ben slowly stepped forward. He wore no ornate armor, only an ordinary officer's uniform, but at that moment, his figure seemed to connect with the entire world.

He raised his right hand and pressed lightly towards the void in front of him.

There is no earth-shaking momentum, no dazzling light.

But the entire land of the Northern Territory suddenly shook!

"boom--!"

It was as if an invisible giant hand made of pure gravity fell from the sky and slammed hard on the shell of the "Northern Dark Turtle Formation"!

The indestructible mountain-protecting formation groaned under the weight. The giant tortoise-shell phantom shook violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface. The countless Beixiao Sect disciples within the formation felt an irresistible force bearing down on them, their blood boiling and their knees falling to the ground.

"This... this is..." Ancestor Beixiao was horrified. "Using his body as a formation, he can mobilize the might of heaven and earth? This person... this person is cultivating the way of the flesh? No, it's even more domineering than the way of the flesh!"

Wang Ben's voice, like the mighty sound of a huge bell, penetrated the barrier of the mountain protection formation and reached the ears of every Beixiao Sect disciple clearly:

"The Great Qin does not desire prolonged war. If you surrender, your sect's legacy can continue, and your disciples can live in peace. If you resist, today, the Beixiao Sect will be expelled!"

The words were simple, yet they carried unquestionable power.

Patriarch Beixiao looked at the frightened faces of his disciples in the formation, then looked at the silent steel torrent in the sky, and for the first time, struggle and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

He was known for his defense throughout his life and considered himself to be strong as a rock. But today, he found that his defense, which he was so proud of, seemed... not invulnerable in the face of the opponent's "unreasonable" power.

Central Region, Eye of the Storm.

When the flames of war broke out in the three major domains at the same time, the five giants in the Central Domain fell into unprecedented suspicion and chaos.

Inside the imperial palace of the Tyrant Empire, Emperor Tyrant Wu looked at the golden dragon chariot in the sky (Ying Zheng's "Void Universe Boat") which was larger than his entire imperial city. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, but more of it was solemnity.

He could feel that emanating from the dragon chariot was an imperial aura as vast as the ocean that he had never encountered before.

"Send orders to all border troops to return to defend the imperial city! At the same time, send people to the four holy places of Yunque, Chixiao, Xuantian, and Qingyun to ask them what is going on! Who is this force and why did it appear in my Qingtian world at the same time!" Emperor Batian Wu gave the order in a deep voice.

However, his envoys were unable to leave the imperial city.

Because Zhang Han's "shadow" guards have already taken action.

Rumors, like winged demons, spread wildly in every corner of the Central Region.

"Have you heard? It's the people from the Scarlet Sky Holy Land! They've attracted powerful enemies from outer space, hoping to kill with a borrowed knife and unify the Central Region!"

"Impossible! I saw with my own eyes that the disciples of the Skylark Holy Land were secretly in contact with those black-armored men! They must have sold them out!"

"Latest news! Xuantian Holy Land has submitted a letter of surrender to that golden dragon chariot! They want to be the insider!"

"What?! The people from Qingyun Holy Land are missing too! They must have attacked us from behind!"

These rumors, true and false, real and fake, each one precisely struck the most sensitive nerves among the major powers. Centuries of checks and balances and suspicions were completely ignited at this moment.

In the Skylark Holy Land, the Skylark Saint Lord looked at a forged "secret letter" in her hand from the Red Sky Saint Lord. In the letter, "Red Sky" shamelessly claimed to divide the Central Region with the aliens from outer space. A chill ran down her beautiful face.

In the Scarlet Sky Holy Land, the Scarlet Sky Holy Lord heard the spy report that the disciples of the Skylark Holy Land were using illusions to disrupt his army. He was furious and smashed the throne in front of him with a punch, his red hair standing on end: "Skylark! You bitch! How dare you plot against me!"

In Xuantian Holy Land, the Holy Lord Xuantian looked at the people who began to panic and even attacked the holy land because of the rumors, his old face full of bitterness and helplessness.

He tried to explain, but his voice was drowned out by the waves of panic.

In the Qingyun Holy Land, the Qingyun Holy Lord kept traveling through space, trying to find out the truth, but he found that the space of the entire Central Region seemed to be locked by an invisible force, and his space Taoism became sluggish and dangerous.

The Central Region, the core of this Qingtian world, had already begun to rot and collapse from within due to suspicion and rumors before the Qin cavalry actually set foot on the land.

Aboard the "Void Universe Boat," Ying Zheng sat upright on the dragon throne, fiddling with a token from the Azure Sky World. Before him, a massive water mirror clearly reflected the chaotic scene of the Central Region and indeed the entire Azure Sky World.

Li Si, Fan Li and other civil officials stood by, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Your Majesty, the effect of the Shadow Guard's rebellion has far exceeded expectations. Within three days, civil strife will break out among the five major forces in the Central Region." Li Si bowed.

"Yeah." Ying Zheng nodded lightly, but his eyes were cast on the water mirror, where the Tyrant Emperor Wu was standing on the top of the imperial city, roaring to the sky.

"Bai Qi, Wang Jian, and Wang Ben, the three armies, are making smooth progress. The Western Territory is in tatters, the Southern Territory's economy is in ruins, and the Northern Territory's resolve is wavering. The chessboard is set."

He stood up slowly, his dragon robe fluttering in the wind, and a domineering aura that looked down on the world spread out again.

"Now, it's my turn to meet the 'number one' in this Qingtian world."

"Pass on my decree, the 'Void Universe Boat', descend upon the Imperial City of the Tyrant Empire!"

"I will tell him in person that from today on, his world, his empire, will be renamed 'Ying'!"