Each of these sects will send a representative to serve as the country's national teacher.
The Chengchong Kingdom is very powerful and has to pay tribute to the four major sects every year. It has a total of four national masters.
However, these are things that are too far away for ordinary people. They work from sunrise to sunset, and live such a quiet and peaceful life with their elders for hundreds of years, rarely encountering troubles.
On this day, in a small town on the border of Chengchong State, the annual temple fair was underway. Many young men and women donned their latest clothes. Young women wore the most exquisite jade hairpins, while young men fanned themselves in teahouses, reciting poetry and painting. Whenever a young woman's boat stopped, her voice would rise even higher, drawing laughter from the crowd.
A bright, clear moon hung high in the sky, casting its clear light upon the world. Under this watery moonlight, the small town was ablaze with lights, illuminating the eyes. The faint sound of oars from small boats chugging along the river, accompanied by the reserved laughter of young girls, intensified the night's atmosphere.
A young man in white drank a little too much and staggered to the river. He tilted his body and almost fell down.
In a flash, a soft hand lifted him up. The young man looked up and saw a pretty, veiled girl looking at him. Her eyes were smiling, and when she smiled, they curved into beautiful crescents. She said softly, "Young man, please don't fall into the water."
The young man felt his heart tighten and nodded repeatedly.
After the boat moved away, accompanied by the ripples, the young man lowered his head and looked at the square handkerchief in his hand. He saw a simple and elegant "Fang" character embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, and he was immediately overjoyed.
This is a custom in the town. If a woman falls in love with a man at the temple fair, she can give him a handkerchief with her family name written on it. If the man is also interested in her in the future, he can bring the handkerchief to the man's house to propose marriage, thus achieving a marriage.
The young man laughed happily. He held on to the small bridge and looked at the rippling river water while laughing.
The moonlight tonight was truly bright, and more and more stars twinkled in the sky, like fireballs, growing larger and larger. The young man, gazing at the stars falling from the sky, had already begun to imagine the scene he would see when he went to propose marriage tomorrow.
What kind of girl would that be?
Her voice is so gentle, her behavior and conversation are so graceful, and her eyes are so beautiful.
When countless terrifying fireballs fell from the sky and the young man was chased by many ugly and terrifying monsters and had to flee in panic, he had just hidden in a small boat by the river when he saw those eyes again.
Those eyes, which looked like crescent moons when they smiled, were now looking in horror towards the bow of the ship. A thick wooden thorn pierced through her back, and those eyes were filled with fear, despair, terror, and regret.
The gentle voice seemed to linger in my ears, with a girl's shyness——
"Sir, please don't fall into the water."
The drunken young man stared at the scene in a daze, the handkerchief on his chest seeming to burn, burning him to the point of burning. With a roar, he rushed out of the boat with red eyes. Before the broken stick in his hand could touch the monster's body, the monster's sickle claws split him open from the top of his head.
The town was engulfed in flames before the temple fair was over.
Within one day, the country was destroyed.
This largest nation in Yunzhou, nestled near the sea, boasted four imperial masters and the most elite troops in the entire state. However, on that single day, twelve of the thirty-seven cultivation sects fled, while twenty-five remained, vowing to fight to the death. In just one day of battle, tens of thousands of demon beasts were killed or wounded. For every demon beast that fell, ten more would rise to meet it.
In Yunzhou Chengchong Country, all 3,618 cultivators died, and the country was flooded with blood, with not a single survivor left.
The monsters were slaughtering the country crazily, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and bones lying everywhere.
Before the monsters invaded the capital, the emperor went to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, knelt down and wrote a confession in blood, then banged his head against the ground, ultimately dying in the Ancestral Temple. Ministers knelt in the main hall and kowtowed hundreds of times along with the emperor, kowtow- ing to death. Seventy-eight of them died.
In one day, 13,129,846 people died in Chengchong.
The Guiyuan Sect in nearby Cenzhou was horrified upon hearing the news and immediately dispatched forces. Similarly, the Demon Dao Palace, separated from Yunzhou by a vast river, also heard the news, causing an uproar. Countless demon cultivators, in disbelief, demanded the exact number of casualties. Upon confirming that the entire Chengchong Kingdom had indeed been wiped out, one demon cultivator, who had once killed tens of thousands of people, angrily shouted, "Demon clan, you've gone too far!"
However, just as the demon cultivators were preparing to come to Yunzhou, monsters landed on the Thirteen Seas!
The overwhelming swarm of demonic beasts obscured the sky, and thousands of demon cultivators from all over the Demon Realm rushed over, forming a tide. However, many demon cultivators went against the tide and escaped, with no one trying to stop them.
Within half a day, the demon cultivators blocked the army of monsters outside the Demon Realm Wangdu.
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