Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

In Zhao Kongcheng's heart, Lin Qiye held extraordinary significance.

It was because of him that the other party agreed to that ten-year period.

Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, we ended up following this path and traveling this far.

"Yes, he is."

Zhao Wentian said calmly,

His gaze was piercing, fixed intently on Emperor Wu of Han, as if he could see through his appearance to the depths of his heart.

“He has things to do, and we have things to do,” Zhao Wentian continued.

He held a golden marble in his hand, which glittered under the moonlight and exuded a mysterious aura.

Zhao Wentian flicked the marble in his hand lightly.

The marble seemed to come alive, tracing a graceful arc through the air before landing precisely in the center.

"It's about to begin!" Zhao Wentian said softly, his voice not loud, but full of authority and determination.

As the marble was placed in place, the sky above Chang'an City suddenly changed.

The once clear sky gradually turned gloomy, with dark clouds gathering and lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

The dragon's aura surged and rolled in the clouds, as if drawn by some force, gradually coalescing into a gigantic dragon.

The Ke faction was making plans in secret, and so was Zhao Wentian. Although he couldn't act directly, he had other backup plans.

"Marquis of Champion, I grant you permission to establish the Evil Suppression Division, but you must not leave any trace of me or Wei Qing."

Emperor Wu of Han looked at the marble in his hand, examined it for a moment, and finally made up his mind to place it on the side of the golden marble.

Upon seeing this, Guiguzi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He picked up the marbles meaningfully and sighed:

"I simply cannot believe it. Such a chess piece, which looks simple and even childish... uh, has such power."

"Heavenly Venerable One, your merits are as great as the creation itself, you are a model for us all!"

As Guiguzi's third marble fell, the light from the three different colored marbles instantly converged, forming a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

Terrifying fluctuations began to gradually emerge.

"You're sick," Zhao Wentian said earnestly, looking at Huo Qubing.

"In the future, you will be in charge of this great tide of national destiny. Experience it for yourself."

"this.........."

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!!"

As soon as Zhao Wentian finished speaking, a figure rushed out. It was the young eunuch who served Emperor Wu of Han.

Strangely, Zhang Han was not there at this time.

"What is it?" Emperor Wu of Han's expression was clearly displeased.

"Outside the city... outside the city, the Marquis brought back Li's expeditionary force and stormed into Chang'an."

"understood!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Wu of Han's expression turned solemn, but instead of erupting in anger as one might expect, he looked intently at Huo Qubing.

"Now... do you understand?"

"Your subject understands," Huo Qubing replied immediately, his eyes filled with shock.

If it were any other time, the expeditionary force stationed outside the city would have dared to rebel, and Huo Qubing would have already lost his head.

Emperor Wu of Han, Wei Qing, Guiguzi...

What else is my uncle hiding from me?

"You, continue!" Emperor Wu of Han held the marble, his eyes slightly narrowed, remaining calm and composed.

My temper from my previous life has improved quite a bit.

"Your Majesty, what rushed in wasn't human... After they died, they turned into willow branches, and they can even move. The Imperial Guards suffered countless casualties, but strangely, the people in the city seem to have all disappeared."

Your Majesty, what should we do?!

"Transformed from willow branches?!" Emperor Wu of Han's expression changed repeatedly, his mind filled with images of willow trees in Cangnan.

He turned to look at Zhao Wentian, "Uncle, this..."

"It's not what you think," Zhao Wentian said calmly.

Emperor Wu of Han nodded silently.

"Kill!!"

Just then, a man wielding a blood-stained blade stormed into the palace and into the Imperial Garden.

Huo Qubing looked up and immediately rebuked, "Zhan Yuwu, what are you doing? Are you rebelling?"

"My lord, something terrible has happened outside the palace!" Zhan Yuwu's face was full of terror, his hand holding a blood-stained blade, his whole body trembling as if he had just experienced a life-or-death battle.

His eyes were bloodshot, revealing extreme fear and despair, like a general who had gone berserk.

"The entire city of Chang'an is now in chaos. Terrifying monsters are everywhere, people are fleeing in all directions, screams are everywhere. It's horrific..."

Zhan Yuwu's voice was choked with sobs, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife tightly, trembling slightly, as if he wanted to use the knife to ward off the endless fear.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the blade, a dark aura seeping into it, as if that black energy was spreading from the depths of his heart.

His face turned extremely grim, and he said coldly, "Your Majesty is also a fake!"

Before the words were even finished, an overwhelming aura swept in like a raging storm, instantly enveloping the entire Imperial Garden.

This aura was full of majesty and domineering power.

Along with this aura, a terrifying killing intent spread rapidly like a plague, sending chills down one's spine.

Under the shadow of this murderous aura, Zhan Yuwu's body trembled involuntarily.

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Just then, with a soft "whoosh," a terrifying blade aura descended from the sky, as swift as lightning.

This blade aura carried unparalleled power, instantly cleaving Zhan Yuwu, who was wielding the blade, in two.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, splashing onto the stone road and instantly staining it red.

The shocking red color contrasted sharply with the surrounding emerald green, sending chills down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, the towering palace walls were no match for this powerful force, and were shattered and collapsed with a crash.

The sky was filled with dust, rising like a sandstorm and obstructing everyone's view.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure appeared and disappeared.

As the smoke and dust cleared, people finally saw the figure clearly—an elderly general, clad in heavy armor, wielding a long sword, and steadily stepping out of the smoke and dust.

"Your Majesty, your humble general Zhang Han has come to protect you!"

Zhang Han's voice was deep and powerful. Although he was a little out of breath, it still revealed a sense of determination and courage.

He coughed a few times, then sheathed his sword, knelt on one knee, and bowed to Emperor Wu of Han.

"Zhang Han, you're still alive... That's wonderful."

Emperor Wu of Han stretched out his hand and gently lifted it up; a mysterious aura lifted the elderly Zhang Han up.

The latter, with tears in his eyes, was someone few understood the loneliness of the First Emperor in his previous life.

Zhao Wentian sat there and tapped the chessboard.

"Ah Bing, drop your beads, then go for a walk in the city..."

Huo Qubing picked up the marble thoughtfully and then dropped it.

next moment,

The world suddenly changed, and the Imperial Garden where he was originally located vanished.

Instead, a different space was created.