926 The Battle for the Dao

Most of them still held out hope, wanting to see the outcome of this battle for the Dao.

At this moment, in a grand hall in the Imperial City of the Heavenly Mystic World, a dazzling light screen floated in mid-air.

Outside the hall were countless protective arrays. Even the divine senses of the Dao Ancestors could not penetrate them.

If anyone were to see the light screen at the center of the palace, they would surely be thrilled and amazed.

The light screen was none other than a star map of the Immortal Spirit World and the surrounding void.

This map was displayed in solid form within the palace. Outside of the light screen, nearly 10,000 officials of the Heavenly Mystic dynasty sat in front of long tables, buried in calculations.

“Formation number 3,520 is too far forward, it needs to retreat 30,000 miles,” a young man in front of various calculation tools rubbed his forehead and muttered.

At his side, a servant recorded his words and sent them forward.

Naturally, cultivators recorded this message, marked it, and sent it directly to the front line.

This was a military order.

No one could have imagined that the commander of a million-strong army would be an inconspicuous official in the rear palace.

“I’ve calculated it. The supply lines of thirteen formations on the left flank will become critical in twelve days. We must either abandon thirty million troops or get supplies from the rear.”

The young man in blue robes said, lowering his head to think.

Behind them, a warrior in black armor stepped forward. His gaze fell on the light screen as he pondered for a moment before turning his head and saying, “Abandoning the army will leave the front line too weak, and the supplies from the rear may not arrive in time.”

Hearing his words, the three young men remained calm and said, “A compromise: abandon ten million troops and let the remaining troops hold out for 20 days.

“The three sages in the rear can increase support and ensure the continuity of supplies.”

The fate of ten million soldiers was spoken of so lightly by these three young men who seemed to be in their twenties.

The warrior in black armor nodded and said in a low voice, “Please make a decision, Your Majesty.”

In less than 15 minutes, three proposals were placed on the desk of Yunduan, the emperor.

“Zhao Jinming, 24 years old, a student of the imperial college. Zhu Yizeng, 28 years old, recommended by the southeastern Daoist sect. Zhang Zhen, a student of the White Deer Mountain Academy.”

Sitting by Yunduan’s side, Princess Yunjin opened the book in her hand and read aloud the records on it.

“Three officials who are not even thirty years old decide the fate of millions of people with just a few words. It’s truly terrifying,”

Princess Yunjin closed the book and sighed softly, looking up at Yunduan.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yunduan opened her eyes and said, “Order the five sages to go directly to the front line and stay there after delivering the supplies.

“Abandon the 10 million Immortal Spirit soldiers. and kill.

“Order the 19 leading generals on the left wing to review and correct themselves, and forbid them from engaging in private battles, complete the encirclement.”

The fate of millions of soldiers hung in the balance.

The five sages were mobilized.

The 19 leading generals were rewarded or punished.

Watching Yunduan’s firm determination in her eyes as she made life and death decisions, Yunjin opened her mouth but ultimately chose to remain silent.

She turned her head to look outside the main hall, her eyes flashing with complexity.

She didn’t know where that guy was. Since he had launched the decisive battle, why wasn’t he taking charge?

“Sister, Minister Han said that although the struggle for the Dao is the general trend, the real determining factor is the life and death struggle between the strong.

“I only need to grasp the general trend, and leave the rest of the struggle to Minister Han and the others.”

Yunduan’s voice rang out.

Life and death struggle.

Yunjin shivered all over.

…

Outside the Heavenly Mystic World, on a vast star, Han Muye stood on a towering green stone.

“You’re more daring than I imagined.”

The voice of Wen Mosheng sounded.

Dressed in a green robe, Wen Mosheng stepped forward with a refined and scholarly air.

The two stood in the air, silent for a moment.

“To be honest, if it weren’t for the desperate situation, I wouldn’t have involved so many innocent lives,” Wen Mosheng sighed, looking up at the sky.

“There’s no such thing as innocence in the struggle for the Dao.”

“Senior’s support of the Heavenly Mystic for so long has given us a chance to revitalize ourselves.”

If it weren’t for Wen Mosheng’s support of the Heavenly Mystic for thousands of years, it would have long been swallowed up by the Immortal Spirit World.

If it weren’t for Wen Mosheng fighting with a group of experts in the void, the Dao battleground would not have been able to last until the great struggle of the Dao.

Looking at Wen Mosheng with resolute determination in his eyes, Han Muye’s face remained calm as he said softly, “Senior, opening the Immortal Ascension Platform is a chance and a crisis for true powerhouses.

“With Senior’s wisdom, why did you stop it?”

Wen Mosheng had always been firmly opposed to opening the Immortal Ascension Platform.

This actually contradicted his status.

He was also a great cultivator in the current era and was ranked first on the Heavenly Rankings.

Wouldn’t such a figure want to ascend to the Immortal Realm?

“Immortal Ascension Platform?” Wen Mosheng’s expression showed a hint of melancholy, as he said in a low voice, “The Immortal Ascension Platform, the Spiritual Transformation Pool, a life-and-death gamble that forgets the future.

“The Immortal Ascension Platform is nothing more than a passage for those great sects in the Immortal Spirit World to gather their forces…”

At this point, he slowly turned around and looked at Han Muye.

“They all say that I am the reincarnation of Wen Qu, and you also believe that, don’t you?”

As the chief of the officials of the ancient Divine Court, he controlled the Divine Court on behalf of the Divine Emperor.

The position of Wen Qu was the most prestigious position in the Ancient Divine Court.

Han Muye was slightly stunned, his thoughts rapidly changing.

Wasn’t he Wen Qu?

Both the Wood Deity and Marquis Zhenyang had told Hàn Mùyě that Wen Mosheng was Wen Qu.

According to his own deduction, it was highly probable that Wen Mosheng was the same person as Wen Qu, the former grand supervisor of the Divine Court.

But at this moment, he was not Wen Qu…

Hàn Mùyě widened his eyes and whispered, “Gao Xiaoxuan is Wen Qu!”

Gao Xiaoxuan!

Until now, Gao Xiaoxuan had only shown his sword skills.

However, he was quick to learn anything he was exposed to.

And from the beginning to now, every time Han Muye saw Gao Xiaoxuan, he was just a trace of the residual soul of Wen Mosheng.

Even back then, Wen Mosheng had told Han Muye that if he failed in the Dao battle, he should send Gao Xiaoxuan and Bai Wuhen out.

Han Muye thought that Wen Mosheng wanted to send his own residual soul away.

It turned out that was not the case!

Looking up at the Wen Mosheng voice in front of him, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

“You’re—”

Wen Mosheng nodded and said calmly, “I have always been here.”

I!

This self-address was only used by emperors.

At this moment, the person standing in front of Han Muye was not Minister Wen of the Heavenly Mystic, but an emperor.

The Divine Court, the Divine Emperor!

Gao Xiaoxuan was Wen Qu. He used his chance to reincarnate to help the Divine Emperor reincarnate quietly.

He sacrificed himself and gave every opportunity to the Divine Emperor.

There was no Crown Prince of the Divine Court in the world. There was only the reincarnation of the Divine Emperor and Wen Qu.

So when Marquis Zhenyang asked Han Muye to find the Crown Prince, he was actually referring to the reincarnation of the Divine Emperor!

But no one knew that Wen Qu had hidden the reincarnation of the Divine Emperor with his own sacrifice. Everyone knew him as Wen Qu, and they were all waiting for the reincarnation of the Divine Emperor to return and meet Wen Qu.

Including this battle for the Dao, which was held in the Heavenly Mystic and the Immortal Spirit, dragging Wen Mosheng here was also to attract the reincarnation of the Divine Emperor.

But who could have thought that the Divine Emperor had been here all along!

“I had been in charge of the Divine Court for 300,000 years, and I intended to stay in this realm and not return to the immortal realm.

“But this violated the iron law of the immortal realm, which required guarding the mortal world.

“I made various plans to promote the sealing of the Immortal Ascension Platform and isolate the immortal and mortal realms.

“Unfortunately, my efforts were in vain.”

Because he wanted to stay in this realm, the Divine Emperor deliberately allowed all kinds of rumors about the immortal realm to spread.

Because the Divine Emperor wanted to promote the sealing of the Immortal Ascension Platform, he deliberately intensified the opposition between this realm and the immortal realm.

The human heart.

At this moment, Han Muye had a realization.

In the mortal world, the strongest power was not cultivation, but the human heart.

The allure of the mortal world was captivating.

Even a Divine Emperor who guarded the mortal world would have the thought of never returning to the Immortal World.

“My plan is flawless, but it can’t beat the turmoil of people’s hearts.”

“Wood Deity, Water Deity, Divine Lord Changming, and Sword Venerable Yuan Tian suffered a backlash from several mighty figures suppressing this world. The Divine Court collapsed.

“The only fortunate thing is that the Immortal Ascension Platform has been sealed.”

Looking at Han Muye, Wen Mosheng’s eyes lit up.

“I didn’t seal the Immortal Ascension Platform for myself.

“The Immortal Ascension Platform has always been controlled by the various sects in the Immortal World.

“The next sect to control the Immortal Ascension Platform and guard this world is the Blood Battle Sect.

“The Blood Battle Sect is known for its bloody battles, and never cares about the lives of countless living beings.

Looking at Han Muye, Wen Mosheng said in a low voice, “If the Blood Battle Sect guards this world, at least half of the living beings in this world will die.”

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