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Chapter 1 Celestial Stars
In the new century's sinking world, "Kill, take over the Battle Hall!"
Under the blood-red sky, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and on the earth, two torrents collided and tore at each other wildly.
The clash of swords formed a deadly net, the explosions of weapons clashing were deafening, interspersed with the dazzling, multicolored light of protective auras exploding and the screams of the dying.
As time went on, one side's formation had long been shattered, like a lone boat torn apart by a giant wave, struggling futilely within the ironclad encirclement of the other side. Each charge was like crashing into cold rocks, only splashing up more shattered flesh and armor.
On a distant peak, two figures, one in red and one in white, stood majestically, like gods looking down on the ants fighting below.
The white-robed man, known as the "Soul Emperor," spoke with a clear and resonant voice, carrying a hint of composed confidence.
"After this battle, Zhan Tang will have no power to stop Huang Jun, and the next step is to advance north."
"Ha!" The red-clad man, known as the Soul Emperor, let out a short and domineering laugh. His blood-red robe fluttered in the gale, like a burning flame.
"Strategist, you've worked hard these past few days." His tone was filled with unquestionable praise, his gaze sharp as an eagle, firmly locking onto every point of defeat on the battlefield.
right now
The sky suddenly brightened! A blinding blue meteor tore through the blood-red sky, trailing a long tail of light, and crashed straight down towards the peak where the two were located with the force of a thunderbolt!
Its speed exceeded the limits of visual perception, carrying an aura of annihilation!
"Huh?!" The man in red reacted quickly, his thick eyebrows raised and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
With a swift movement of his right hand, a ferocious spear wreathed in dense, bloodthirsty energy instantly materialized! The spearhead was crimson red like a branding iron, exuding an aura of destruction.
"The Strike That Buries the Heavens".
In an instant, a thick, pillar-like, extremely condensed scarlet spear light tore through the air, fiercely meeting the falling blue meteor head-on!
boom--!!!
Two terrifying energies clashed violently in mid-air! During the brief stalemate, red and blue lights intertwined and annihilated each other, unleashing a heart-palpitating shockwave that even made the battlefield below pause! However, the stalemate lasted only a moment, and the scarlet spear light shattered inch by inch like fragile glass!
Upon seeing this, a look of surprise flashed across the red figure's face. He then decisively abandoned his move, and the spear in his hand turned into a red light and dissipated.
At the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the waist of the white-clad man beside him. With a burst of speed, the two figures sped backward like ghosts!
Rumble—!!!
Just as they disappeared, the blue meteor crashed into the mountaintop!
The earth shook violently! The violent impact instantly leveled half of the mountaintop!
Hard rocks crumbled and flew like rotten wood, and the huge roar drowned out all the noise of the battlefield.
Thick smoke and dust mixed with gravel shot into the sky, forming a huge mushroom cloud that lingered for a long time.
As the smoke and dust slowly settled in the wind, a shockingly huge crater appeared at the original peak location, with a diameter of tens of meters and a bottomless depth.
The man in white looked at the deep pit, his eyes gleaming, and took a step forward to investigate.
"Strategist!" A tall figure blocked the way in front of the man in white, while the man in red, his blood-red robes fluttering, stared intently at the deep pit.
"This thing is extraordinary, let me handle it." Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped into the bottomless pit, his figure instantly swallowed up.
A moment later, a crimson light, like a dragon emerging from the water, shot out from the bottom of the pit and landed on the ground, transforming into the figure of a man in red.
He stood at the edge of the pit, first nodding slightly to the man in white to indicate that it was safe, then bent down and carefully placed a figure on the ground.
It was a boy who was unconscious.
He wore a blue brocade robe of exceptional quality, which, though slightly dusty, did not diminish its magnificence.
Her long, ink-black hair was simply tied up with a warm, white jade crown, with a few strands falling across her pale cheeks.
His face was extremely delicate, with a youthful innocence, and he looked no more than twenty years old.
His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face.
On his smooth forehead was an exquisite light blue hollowed-out sun-shaped mark, which added an indescribable coolness and mystery to his handsome face, like cold jade sleeping under the moonlight.
"When I went down to the bottom of the pit, I saw this boy lying on the ground. His body was unharmed, but I don't know why he was unconscious," the man in red said with a hint of solemnity and confusion.
"Soul Emperor, is there anything else unusual besides this?"
After pondering for a moment, the man in red said uncertainly, "I sensed a powerful force for a brief moment at the bottom of the pit, but this young man has no cultivation."
"No cultivation at all?" Upon hearing this, the white-robed man's eyes showed even deeper doubt.
He stepped forward, extended his long, slender fingers, and precisely pressed them on the boy's delicate wrist.
The pulse felt under my fingers was steady but weak, and I couldn't feel any flow of internal energy.
His gaze swept over the inconspicuous blue mark on the boy's forehead, his fingertips unconsciously lingering on his pulse.
This person was able to break through the Soul Emperor's technique, so he must be extraordinary. The Huang Army is in need of manpower right now, and if we show him kindness, we might be able to add another ally.
But he himself is indeed without any cultivation. Is it a disguise, or is there another secret?
Its origins are shrouded in mystery, much like this deep pit. Bringing it back to Huanchen Buwu hastily could bring either fortune or misfortune; it's truly difficult to predict...
Just as the man in white was pondering, a woman in red appeared not far from them, speaking and bowing, "Greetings, Soul Emperor's Strategist." She was slightly out of breath, clearly having rushed over.
With a flick of his red robe sleeve, a gentle yet powerful force lifted the female general up.
"No need for formalities on the Frost Festival. You should be on the battlefield right now, why are you here?"
"During the battle, I discovered an unexpected incident here. Concerned for the safety of the Soul Emperor and the strategist, I came to their aid. I wonder if the Soul Emperor and the strategist have been injured?"
Ling Shuangjie's gaze swept quickly over the ravaged mountaintop and the boy on the ground, his eyes filled with vigilance and questions.
"Thank you for your concern, General Ling. Neither the Soul Emperor nor I are injured," the man in white replied, his voice regaining its usual calm. "It was this young man who, for some unknown reason, descended from the sky."
Ling Shuangjie stepped forward and carefully examined the unconscious boy.
"Soul Emperor, what should we do with this person?" She didn't find anything special about the young man.
The man in red did not answer but instead turned his gaze to the person beside him.
The man in white's eyes flickered slightly; he had already made up his mind. He looked at Ling Shuangjie, his words steady yet carrying an undeniable command.
"I trouble you, General, to send this boy back to Huanchenbuwu, seal his acupoints, and place him in a side room of the imperial palace. Instruct Muyun Zhishu to take good care of him, and to notify me immediately once he wakes up."
"Yes, strategist." Ling Shuangjie clasped his hands in response and deftly bent down to pick up the blue-clad boy from the ground.
The boy's body was unexpectedly light.
She bowed once more to the Soul Emperor and the strategist, then transformed into a streak of crimson light and sped off towards the western horizon.
Watching the crimson light disappear, the man in red turned to the side, a hint of inquiry in his crimson eyes.
"Does the strategist intend to recruit this person? But how can he go to the battlefield without any cultivation?"
The man in white replied nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. Even if he has no talent, it's just a waste of time. Besides, whatever the reason, his ability to break through the Soul Emperor's technique must be extraordinary. However..."
He changed the subject, turning his gaze back to the battlefield below the mountain, which was nearing its end, his voice steady.
"This child is unlikely to regain consciousness anytime soon. Right now, the battle is the most important thing."
The man in red followed his gaze and saw that on the battlefield, the banners of the Huang Army had spread like wildfire, completely burying the last trace of resistance from the Zhan Tang.
"The defeat of the War Hall is inevitable, and my ambition for hegemony has taken another step forward."