The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

After one month.

Han Xin led tens of thousands of Yan troops into the territory of Western Xia.

Thanks to Li Qianshun's arrangements, the Yan army arrived outside the capital of Western Xia and camped next to the Western Xia Imperial Guard camp.

Han Xin then went to the palace and met Lu Yao.

“Chongyan, the situation has changed, and our plans need to change.”

Lu Yao looked at Han Xin, who was dressed in military uniform, and spoke.

Lu Yao then told Han Xin his plan, instructing him to lead the 200,000-strong army of Western Xia to attack Dali.

The situation in Dali was even worse than in Western Xia, so naturally it couldn't withstand the attack of Lu Yao and his men.

Lu Yao wanted to destroy the Dali regime, establish the Great Yan, and reap a share of the world's origin; otherwise, he would be letting his plans down.

"Rest assured, my lord. It's just a mere 200,000 troops. Even if it were a million, I could manage it."

Han Xin laughed heartily, feeling no pressure whatsoever.

Lu Yao nodded. He naturally knew Han Xin's abilities; the saying "the more Han Xin leads, the better" was no joke.

After settling matters in Xixia, Lu Yao rode the giant eagle back to Canhe Village.

The night was cool and breezy.

Lu Yao gently kissed Wang Yuyan's fair forehead, covered her with a blanket, and then went up to the attic to enjoy the evening breeze.

Leaning against the window in the attic, Lu Yao's expression shifted slightly.

Origin of the World: 6870

The more than six thousand world origins are Lu Yao's harvest over this long period of time.

During this period, Lu Yao would occasionally strengthen his dantian to accommodate more true qi.

It was precisely this extraordinary amount of true energy that allowed Lu Yao to suppress the veteran master, the Sweeper Monk.

Lu Yao's strength is now very close to the mid-stage of Grandmaster, and as his true energy increases, his strength will continue to rise.

However, the upper limit of the Yi Jin Jing is the early stage of the Grandmaster level, and there is no way to advance further.

What stands in Lu Yao's way now is not the origin of the world, but a martial arts manual of a higher level.

Unfortunately, the Yi Jin Jing is already the pinnacle of skill in the world of Tian Long Ba Bu; there are probably no other powerful manuals available.

Xiaoyaozi must have had a cultivation technique other than the Beiming Divine Art, otherwise he could not have advanced to the Grandmaster level. It's a pity that he couldn't pass on the secret manual.

Even if such a secret manual exists, it should be similar to the Yi Jin Jing, ultimately only reaching the early stage of the Grandmaster level.

Lu Yao's current strategy of using the Xiaoyao Sect to suppress various countries is aimed at plundering the resources of the Tianlong world in order to explore the next world.

Thinking of this, Lu Yao looked at the bright moon in the sky and began to think about his next plan.

......

With the arrival of Tianshan Tonglao and Han Xin in Western Xia, news of Western Xia's submission to the Xiaoyao Sect spread like wildfire.

The whole world is shocked!

The inner court of the Song Dynasty.

"What did you say! The Western Xia actually submitted to a mere sect?"

Emperor Zhezong of Song, Zhao Xu, frowned deeply, looking at the head of the Six Doors in disbelief.

The Six Doors was the official organization of the Song Dynasty that managed the martial arts world, and it also had the function of handling gang conflicts and government warrants.

Zhong Li, the leader of the Six Doors, looked solemn. At first, he was skeptical of the news, but after it was confirmed, he rushed over to report it.

"Your Majesty, I have verified this news from multiple sources, and it is indeed true."

Zhongli knelt before Zhao Xu, her head bowed.

"What is the origin of this Free and Unfettered Sect, and why did the Western Xia submit to them?"

Zhao Xu was completely baffled and asked in confusion.

"It is said that the Xiaoyao Sect sent a Grandmaster who stormed into the palace, forcing Emperor Li Qianshun of Western Xia to surrender."

Zhongli's expression changed as he recounted the information he had received.

He was also taken aback when he learned that the Free and Unfettered Sect had a Grandmaster.

"Grandmaster?!"

Zhao Xu was also startled, and his expression became somewhat serious.

Grandmasters are the pillars of a nation, and the Song Dynasty once had its own Grandmasters, so Zhao Xu naturally understood the meaning behind it.

The Grandmaster of the Song Dynasty fought so hard to kill the Grandmasters of Dali and Western Xia that he was seriously injured.

However, the Grand Master of the Great Song Dynasty was also seriously injured and on the verge of death. In the end, he entrusted the care of the Great Song Dynasty to the Sweeper Monk, and soon after, he died in the Great Song Dynasty palace.

It was with this power that Dali directly became a vassal state of the Song Dynasty, and from then on, it paid tribute and became a vassal state.

However, the Sweeping Monk was not a Grandmaster of the Song Dynasty and would never act for the Song Dynasty, so Dali and Western Xia have been somewhat restless in recent years.

"Is it possible to win over this Grandmaster? I am willing to treat him as the Imperial Preceptor."

After thinking about it, Zhao Xu had the idea of ​​recruiting Lu Yao.

"Your Majesty, that Grandmaster of the Free and Unfettered Sect is probably not someone you can easily deal with."

"I have learned that he fought with that master at Shaolin Temple. The master at Shaolin Temple was defeated, and Shaolin Temple will be closed for fifty years."

With a stern expression, Zhongli delivered an even worse piece of news.

"What! The Shaolin master actually lost!"

Zhao Xu's expression changed slightly. The Sweeping Monk was the trump card of his Great Song Dynasty. Not only was he defeated, but he was also forced to close the mountain for fifty years.

What will happen to the Zhao family? What will happen to the Song Dynasty?

"You shall immediately take this letter written by me personally to Shaolin Temple and request an audience with that master."

Zhao Xu paced back and forth for a moment, then went to the desk, wrote a letter, and handed it to Zhong Li.

"The minister obeys the order!"

Zhongli carefully put away the letter and immediately turned to leave.

"Hopefully, things aren't that bad."

Zhao Xu looked at Zhong Li's departing figure with a somewhat unpleasant expression.

......

Shaolin Temple.

Several fast horses galloped towards them.

Dressed in a black and gray outfit, Zhongli waved his cloak and led several of his men to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Boom boom boom!"

Zhongli knocked on the gate of Shaolin Temple, but his eyes were scanning the surrounding environment.

Compared to the Shaolin Temple of the past, the Shaolin Temple of today gives Zhongli a somewhat desolate feeling.

A moment later, the door opened slightly, revealing a crack.

"Benefactor! Shaolin Temple is closed and does not receive pilgrims. Please leave."

A young novice monk poked his head out, and upon seeing Zhongli and the others, he paused slightly, then lowered his head and spoke.

“Young master, we are from the Six Doors, here to pay our respects to Abbot Xuanci. This is the Imperial Guard’s token, please make way.”

Zhongli took out a token from behind his back and spoke to the young novice.

“Master Xuanci is no longer the abbot; the current abbot of Shaolin is Master Xuanbei.”

Upon hearing that Zhongli was a government official, the young novice couldn't help but add a comment.

Zhong Li was stunned; he didn't know that the abbot of Shaolin Temple had been changed.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice entered his ears.

“I know why you have come, but Shaolin Temple is closed to the public. We cannot interfere in the worldly affairs of the people below the mountain. Please return.”

Upon hearing the sweeping monk's words, Zhongli's expression changed drastically. When he looked up again, the Shaolin Temple gate in front of him was already tightly closed.

Zhongli's expression changed. Although he was anxious, he dared not act recklessly in Shaolin. He had no choice but to rush back to report to Zhao Xu.