His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

He knew that since Prince Zhao of Chengxiao had so openly revealed his intention to annex Miao territory, it must have been at the behest of Emperor Chengxiao.

Clearly, Emperor Chengxiao had long coveted the vast and mysterious land of Miao, attempting to incorporate it into his territory and make it a part of Chengxiao.

My arrival here was merely a coincidence, like a ripple in the torrent of history, causing the Emperor to postpone this ambitious plan for a century.

However, if I were to rashly and impulsively raise an army in rebellion after returning to Miao territory, then Miao territory would undoubtedly be walking into a trap.

They will most likely be crushed like ants in a very short time, falling into an irrecoverable state of destruction.

He was well aware that the difference in strength between Miao Jiang and Cheng Xiao was like an insurmountable chasm between them, making it extremely difficult to contend with each other.

In the past few days, accompanied by respectful and thorough officials from the Ministry of Rites, Panwei has been traveling around the capital.

Every scene he witnessed along the way was like a heavy alarm bell, relentlessly ringing in his heart.

The weapons gleaming with cold light in the hands of Chengxiao's soldiers seemed to have been meticulously forged by ghosts and gods.

The craftsmanship is exquisite, with every line embodying ingenious wisdom and craftsmanship, exuding a chilling sharpness.

Under the sunlight, the weapon reflected a light as dazzling as a sharp blade, as if silently proclaiming to the world its devastating power.

It was as if anything that stood in its way would be torn apart in an instant.

The shoulder armor worn by the soldiers was as thick and solid as the scales of an ancient behemoth, with a cold and hard metallic texture.

It was like a towering steel fortress, protecting them tightly within.

The patterns on the shoulder armor are delicate and complex, like ancient and mysterious runes, showcasing Chengxiao's long-standing and superb forging skills.

Each line seems to tell a story of a magnificent history.

In contrast, the weapons in Miao territory were rudimentary, and the quality of the swords and knives was extremely rough, not even as hard as the shoulder armor worn by Chengxiao's soldiers.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, how could such equipment possibly compete with Cheng Xiao's fierce and heavily armed army?

Are we really going to let those passionate young men of Miao territory use their vibrant and precious lives to resist the surging tide of Chengxiao's army?

His heart felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand steel needles, and he struggled in agony.

As the ruler of Miao territory, he bore the weight of the lives and future of countless people on his shoulders. He could not bear to, and absolutely could not, make such a rash and foolish decision.

To gamble with the lives of soldiers on a gamble with no chance of winning and destined to fail.

Moreover, Cheng Xiao also possesses a mysterious weapon with astonishing power, capable of destroying the world. He was fortunate enough to witness it firsthand in a seemingly ordinary yet subtly mysterious demonstration.

That day, the sky was clear and cloudless, the azure sky like a pure gemstone, and the sunlight poured down on the earth without reservation, illuminating everything and making it shine.

As the weapon was slowly pushed into the demonstration area, the surroundings instantly fell silent. Everyone seemed to feel an invisible pressure, like the calm before a storm.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled and deep rumble resounded, as if it came from the depths of the earth.

Like the roar of a giant beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years, it was deep and powerful, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Then, a dazzling light, almost too bright to look at directly, streaked across the sky like lightning.

With a deafening roar, it seemed as if the entire world was torn apart in that instant.

The sound was so loud, like rolling thunder exploding in one's ears, piercing straight to the heart and lungs, making one's heart pound uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of one's chest.

Its range far exceeded that of any bow and arrow known in Miao territory; the heavy target in the distance was accurately hit in that instant.

It shattered into pieces instantly, killed in one blow, and had no chance to fight back.

Pan Wei was standing not far away at the time and witnessed this thrilling scene.

At that moment, he felt a chill run down his spine from the soles of his feet to his heart, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly.

Cold sweat instantly gushed out and soaked his back, as if he had been transported to a frigid land of ice and snow, every inch of his skin covered in frost of fear.

His legs trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his heart was filled with endless fear and despair.

A horrific image involuntarily flashed through his mind: what a hellish scene it would be if this terrifying weapon were aimed at Miao territory.

Faced with Cheng Xiao's formidable firepower, Miao Jiang would likely be utterly powerless, like fragile ants.

Chengxiao conquered Miao territory with ease, like autumn leaves being swept away, without losing a single soldier, plunging the land into endless darkness and suffering.

However, no matter how hard Pan Wei racked his brains, he never imagined that all of this was actually a "wonderful performance" carefully planned and deliberately arranged by Cheng Xiao.

The mastermind behind it all is none other than the meticulous and cunning Qin Qianluo.

In fact, Chengxiao's alchemists had been working day and night, neglecting sleep and meals, to conduct in-depth research and improvement on the new weapon, investing a great deal of manpower, material resources and financial resources.

The weapons used by Chengxiao's soldiers today have reached an astonishing level in terms of performance, power, and accuracy.

Compared to the first-generation weapon shown to Pan Wei, it was worlds apart and incomparable.

While the first-generation weapon did indeed have a significant improvement in power compared to traditional cold weapons, its powerful destructive force was enough to make people tremble at first glance.

However, its shortcomings are also very obvious, like a fatal flaw hidden under a gorgeous exterior.

The range is not accurate enough, and in actual use, there are often large deviations, making it difficult to accurately hit the target.

The reloading speed is as slow as a snail's pace. In the ever-changing and life-or-death battlefield, this is undoubtedly a fatal weakness, often causing the best opportunity to attack to be missed.

Moreover, it is extremely inconvenient to carry, requires a lot of manpower and resources, and seriously affects the mobility and combat efficiency of the army.

For this reason, this first-generation weapon has long been phased out by Chengxiao and has become dust of history.

However, Qin Qianlu cleverly used this point, repackaged it, and turned it into a brilliant means of intimidating the Miao region and subduing the enemy without fighting.

Pan Wei sat alone in the room, the air inside seemed to freeze, and his mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts.

What I have seen and heard in Chengxiao recently is like a vast history book, unfolding and being read page by page in my mind.

He meticulously studied every detail; every conversation, every scene, and the demeanor of every army left a deep imprint on his heart, like a carving knife.

The process of weighing the pros and cons is like a thrilling game, with every thought accompanied by heavy thinking and consideration.

Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, he sighed deeply, as if making a difficult decision. He gritted his teeth and resolved to pretend he knew nothing about the matter.

After all, the changes in the world a hundred years from now are like the unpredictable stars in the vast universe, full of endless unknowns and variables, which are beyond his current control.

That distant future is like a phantom shrouded in mist, seemingly close at hand, yet actually worlds away.

Although he was filled with worry, it felt as if a heavy lead weight was pressing on his heart, and each heartbeat was accompanied by a dull pain.

But all I could do was sigh helplessly, deeply feeling how insignificant and powerless I was in the face of the great wheel of fate.

Like a lone bird struggling to flap its wings against the wind, no matter how hard it struggles, it can hardly change the wind direction.

In his heart, if a hundred years later, the trajectory of fate did not favor Miao territory, and Miao territory still failed to gain the blessing of the mysterious and powerful Golden Silkworm Gu, he believed that...

Perhaps this is fate, predetermined in the dark, and cannot be easily changed by human power.

In Miao legends, the Golden Silkworm Gu is like a mysterious star, carrying the hope for the rise of Miao territory.

But now it seems that everything is being quietly controlled by the threads of fate.

Moreover, even if Miao Jiang were to obtain the Golden Silkworm Gu by chance, given Cheng Xiao's current formidable strength, which is at its zenith...

Whether it's a weapon that gleams coldly, cuts iron like mud, or has an exquisite craftsmanship that is breathtaking.

They were still a well-trained, orderly, and disciplined army, as solid as the Great Wall of Steel.

Compared to them, Miao territory is still like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating its own strength. Pan Wei knew this as clearly as a mirror.

Every thought was like a cold iron anchor, sinking heavily into the depths of my heart.

This is something that the Miao King will have to worry about and struggle with a hundred years from now, and at this moment, he is truly powerless to do so.

Like a lone boat against the wind, no matter how lofty its ambitions, it can only be battered by the waves of reality, drifting aimlessly in the vast ocean.

Xinghua stood quietly to the side, her gaze fixed on Pan Wei. She watched as Pan Wei fell into deep thought, and a look of helplessness and bitterness gradually appeared on his face.

Like frost flowers in late autumn, cold and heavy.

Her heart felt as if it were being gently tugged by an invisible thread, a dull ache emanating from it, and she roughly understood Pan Wei's thoughts.

Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, like a jumbled mess of feelings. A surge of resentment welled up inside her like a raging undercurrent.

That resentment burned like fire, only to be mercilessly extinguished by the cold water of reality, leaving behind wisps of smoke lingering in the heart.

However, reality was like an impregnable high wall, cold and heavy, standing in her way.

It made her deeply feel her own insignificance and powerlessness, like a butterfly trapped in a spider web.

No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot break free from the shackles of fate and can only sigh helplessly under the giant wheel of destiny.

Recalling the rich and mellow spiritual energy surrounding Qin Qianluo, it was like the fragrance that permeated the mountains and forests in spring.

Like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, pure and lively, Xinghua couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret.

If they could use Qin Qianluo's power to refine the Golden Silkworm Gu, perhaps Miao Jiang would have more confidence to contend with Cheng Xiao.

Like a traveler groping forward in the dark, finding a faint but precious glimmer of light, that light, though small, is enough to ignite the flame of hope in one's heart.