CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 409: PERMANENTLY GUARDING THE NORTH

Endless divine power flows from the void into the giant cauldron, condensing within it a striking, fusion-like mysterious radiance.

The terrifying divinity compresses to the extreme, gradually dyed into a pure gold giant cauldron that trembles slightly, resembling a miniature sun too dazzling to gaze upon, blooming atop the snowy mountain.

Boom!

The next moment, a straight beam of light shoots out from the mouth of the cauldron, piercing the sky. The divine light column, reaching the heavens and earth, plunges into the void, disappearing into the depths of dimensions, establishing a link with the mysterious entity on the real side, marking this world with its own imprint.

"Now, I, Li Lin, Duke Yu of Da Zhen, extend the territory for thousands of miles, offer sacrifices to the heavens and the earth, establish the Anbei Protectorate, and permanently guard the Northern Desert..."

Amidst the faint murmurs, Zhu Haomiao raises his hand and gently presses it downward.

"Seal, Lang Juxu!"

Buzz~

The golden red giant cauldron suspended in the sky withdraws its divine light, instantly collapsing into a magnificent and elegant entity, crashing down like a mountain.

Boom!

At the moment when the cauldron’s base is about to embed into the ground, a translucent glazed barrier suddenly appears, generating a huge repulsive force out of nowhere, fixing the massive cauldron in midair, unable to advance.

Sizzle sizzle~

Two invisible conceptual forces clash with each other, golden lightning surging violently between the glazed barrier and the giant cauldron. But as Zhu Haomiao slowly and grimly presses down, the translucent glazed barrier cracks with spiderweb-like fine lines, gradually crushed by the colossal cauldron base.

Pang~

Finally, with a crisp sound of shattering crystal, the towering cauldron crushes all obstructions, landing heavily on the flat snow-covered mountain peak.

Boom!

In an instant, within the spiritual vision invisible to mortals, a heavy golden torrent pours from the cauldron base into the earth, radiating in all directions, tearing apart the existing "anchor" imprinted on this world, ultimately merging with the divinity of the same origin as Da Zhen, imprinting the vast land within thousands of miles with a new mark.

"Sealing Lang Juxu, the commander knows how to play..."

At the foot of the mountain, a group of descenders adorned with Dragon Emblem gaze up at the snowy peak, observing the dignified cauldron that replaced the temple, shining like a bright pearl, and couldn’t help but discuss.

Huai Xu and Bai Linglong and other high-ranking members saw deeper, peering at the symbolic change in the sublime.

"This brutally crushed the ’anchor’ of Brother’s family, let’s see how they can still boast..."

Huai Xu smirked in schadenfreude, feeling the recent pressure weighing on his spirit suddenly vanish, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, feeling at ease throughout his body.

Almost at the same time, on the South Asia Continent in the real world, a group of dark-skinned monks were busy around an immense gate. Suddenly, they heard an almost imperceptible crisp sound.

Crack~

"What sound was that?"

Before they could react, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the gate, rapidly spreading to every corner.

"Not good!"

Boom!

Having lost the anchor from the other side, the vast energy sandwiched between reality and illusion backlashes, instantaneously pulverizing the sturdy supernatural gate into fragments, ejecting them like bullets.

The violent explosion reduced the entire structure to dust, and by the time Emperor Shitian noticed the anchor’s destruction and reached the scene, all that remained was a desolate scorched earth.

Gazing at the radiating shallow pit at the center of the scorched land, Emperor Shitian stood silent for a long time before speaking in a ghostly voice.

"Go and negotiate with other countries, no matter the cost, I want to borrow their ’door’ to descend again!"

"Yes."

Behind him, Qiantapo respectfully placed her hand on her chest, her plump figure melted like a mirage, slowly dissipating in place.

The gaze slightly unfocused, Emperor Shitian seemed to see through dimensions, peering at a sinisterly elegant outline, gnashing his teeth as he spoke.

"Dragon’s Son... this divine war... I haven’t lost yet!"

......

In the Illusion Realm, in the distant Extreme West, a grand and magnificent city was ablaze, filled with piercing screams and cruel laughter, the air thick with the scent of blood.

In the palace at the city center, a centaur over two meters tall, majestic like a beast, looked down at his kneeling subordinates, his pure gold eyes swirling with irrepressible savage fierceness.

"What exactly happened?"

"Great Khan, the Royal Court... the Royal Court has fallen..."

"The three princes have successively died in battle, and the tens of thousands of troops stationed in the east were completely wiped out. Only a small fraction of us managed to escape."

Listening to his subordinates’ wails, Yi Lianzhen remained silent for a long time, then wordlessly drew his golden saber, cutting a deep wound across his face.

Pale golden blood trickled down his face like silent tears, quietly streaming.

"Da Zhen... Duke Yu... Li Lin!"

Uttering the words calmly, his indifferent tone carried a lava-like violent and cruel emotion, Yi Lianzhen gazed eastward, clawing at the wound with his fingers, drawing three bloody lines on his face.

"Slaughter the city! Distribute all the wealth to the soldiers, it’s time for us to return and seek revenge!"

"Yes!"

The surrounding centaur captains responded, venting their anger, filling the sky above the city with the agonizing cries of death.

Once everyone else had left, Yi Lianzhen turned to his most beloved and last remaining son, calmly instructing.

"You will lead a guard and continue the westward conquest."

"Father Khan, I..."

Waving his hand, Yi Lianzhen interrupted decisively, his gaze distant as he looked towards the horizon.

"Da Zhen’s rise this time is too swift, too strange, their Heavenly Destiny Person... that Duke Yu cannot be measured by ordinary logic. Not even I am confident of certain victory."

As the most significant Heavenly Destiny Person in this world, Yi Lianzhen had never felt such an unpredictable response from fate.

The originally destined fate seemed to have been distorted and altered by an invisible hand, completely beyond his control...

It felt as if even the Heavenly Dao could not foresee the future’s trajectory, leaving only chaos ahead!

"If I am defeated..."

"Then you shall continue westward, away from Da Zhen, away from that monster."

"As long as he lives, never approach Da Zhen’s sphere of influence."

Listening to what felt like farewell instructions from his father, the young centaur was full of tears, unable to stop himself from kneeling before him.

"Father Khan..."

"Enough, you are the last bloodline of the Golden Court. You should make your enemies bleed and weep, and not cry weakly like a woman!"

"From today on, I allow you to partition the land and proclaim yourself Khan, establishing a new court!"

Patting his son’s shoulder, Yi Lianzhen turned away without hesitation, his mighty and majestic silhouette carrying overwhelming murderous intent. As the city’s cries of misery and screams echoed, the entire world seemed to tremble with his every movement.

Watching his father’s back fade into the distance, the young centaur wiped away his tears, his eyes gradually becoming resolute and determined.