Chapter 30: All Five Nations Destroyed_1

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: All Five Nations Destroyed_1Sword Intent is the conceptual essence of the sword, a realm in itself. It represents the unity of form, spirit, emotion, and reason—an extension of the origin. This is the realm countless swordsmen dream of attaining, yet many powerful cultivators spend their lifetime practicing the sword and are still unable to grasp Sword Intent. In the Primitive Continent, Sword Intent is divided into nine levels. Each advancement in Sword Intent multiplies one’s combat capabilities, enabling one to defeat opponents of higher levels effortlessly. Of course, given the existence of Sword Intent, there would naturally also be Spear Intent, Blade Intent, Fist Intent, Staff Intent, and so on. Those who could comprehend such a conceptual realm are rare and prodigious talents. Across the entire East Ancient Domain, none had comprehended it. Even the strongest among them, like Bai Qi, were only beginning to grasp the rudiments, far from forming a complete conceptual realm. The path ahead was still long and arduous. "System, merge with Level One Sword Intent!" Qin Wudao murmured inwardly, feeling an intense Sword Intent enveloping his mind. In a trance, he found himself in a world of Sword Qi. Countless swords, too numerous to count, were thrust upside down into the ground. Some swords were noble, some aloof, some sharp, and more. Suddenly, these swords seemed to awaken. They radiated a blinding light, forming a profound conceptual realm in the void that encompassed everything and transformed infinitely. Is this Sword Intent? The power of Qin Wudao’s divine soul was drawn to this conceptual realm, and he eagerly immersed himself in comprehending it. In an instant, the world faded; all things ceased to exist. Only this conceptual realm remained, constantly enhancing his understanding of the Sword Dao, fluctuating between the illusory and the real. "What’s wrong with His Highness?" As Qin Wudao was immersed in comprehending Sword Intent, the generals behind him were puzzled. Just as they were about to ask, they felt an intense force burst from Qin Wudao’s body and sweep outward. BOOM! The void trembled, pierced by the sharp Sword Qi. The generals’ expressions changed dramatically. They flew backward instinctively, hovering high in the air. Looking down, they saw the ground had turned into ruins, with a huge pit over a hundred feet wide and dozens of feet deep. They gasped, a chill running down their spines. Lucky for us we moved quickly, or we wouldn’t have survived! WHIRR... In the crater, Qin Wudao’s eyes were slightly closed. He slowly extended both hands, an enigmatic energy emanating from him. All the swords within ten thousand feet of him shot into the air as if summoned. They gathered around him, rotating incessantly and forming a magnificent scene. "This is... Sword Intent!" Sensing the strong energy fluctuation, Bai Qi flew over from a distance. Looking at Qin Wudao, who was enveloped by countless swords, Bai Qi’s pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. The other generals revealed looks of envy upon hearing this. They knew of the power of Sword Intent but had never witnessed it with their own eyes. Several minutes later, Qin Wudao took a deep breath and withdrew his Sword Intent. WHOOSH! The surrounding swords fell to the ground, creating a shrill sword cry that lingered for a long time. "Congratulations, Your Highness, on comprehending Sword Intent!" Bai Qi led the generals to offer their congratulations, their faces beaming with smiles. It was beyond their reach to comprehend Sword Intent in this lifetime, but witnessing their own prince achieve it was a joyful occasion. As the prince of the Qin Empire, the more extraordinary Qin Wudao’s achievements, the higher he would ascend on his cultivation path, reaching heights beyond ordinary people. The Qin Empire would also bask in this glory, and all the old citizens of Qin would be blessed to share in this fortune. "You are too kind, Generals!" Qin Wudao returned the courtesy without any hint of arrogance, seemingly unperturbed by his comprehension of Sword Intent. This detached demeanor further astonished Bai Qi and the other generals. Perhaps this is the difference between a peerless genius and an ordinary one! "Send the order! After completely occupying Yingdu, dispatch troops to East Wilderness City and conquer the six major sects!" Unaware of the generals’ thoughts, Qin Wudao was only focused on obtaining more sign-in rewards to enhance his strength. "As you command!" At the mention of the six major sects, a potent killing intent flashed in everyone’s eyes. 「In the Great Jin Empire.」 Jia Xu lightly waved his feather fan. "Destroy!" he uttered. Instantly, the heavens and earth darkened, and a green tornado appeared in the void, tearing it asunder. Everything it touched, whether person or object, was obliterated. The river of swords collapsed. The three old ancestors of Great Jin were swept into the tornado, their bodies flailing uncontrollably. After a brief struggle, they were torn into a million pieces. A blood mist dyed the tornado red. S~eaʀᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "KILL! KILL! KILL!" From within the capital city, the sounds of slaughter echoed. Soldiers of the Qin Dynasty swarmed the city walls, slaying enemy after enemy. The resistance from the Jin forces grew progressively weaker until it was completely silenced. By evening, the sun had set in the west. Its afterglow illuminated the universe, turning the white clouds a bloody red, like pools of fresh blood floating across the sky. The setting sun was like blood. Scars littered the ground. The Qin forces stood at the brink of the abyss, having personally pushed the Great Jin Empire to its demise. 「In the Great Qi Empire.」 Ren Xiao, covered in blood, passed through the bronze city gate. Like a harbinger of death, he brought slaughter to the land. Within the city, the soldiers of Great Qi stared wide-eyed, their faces etched with terror and fear. "Kill!" Ren Xiao grinned, his gleaming white teeth like a chilling flash of light. The sight sent the hearts of countless Qi soldiers plummeting into despair, causing them to drop their weapons and flee. The once-prosperous streets, the ancient roads that had witnessed history, the neatly arranged stone pathways—all were stained red. Bodies, dismembered limbs, fresh blood, and more littered the scene. Hatred, death, cruelty—such was the aftermath. This was the essence of war, an inevitable consequence of the era’s progression. In the world of martial artists, peace did not exist; there was only endless contention, battle, and slaughter! 「The Imperial City of Yan!」 The Golden Palace, the seat of highest authority in the nation which governed thousands of miles of territory, now had its doors tightly shut. The Qin forces, having slaughtered their way there, slowly surrounded the Golden Palace. They made no sound, adding a solemn, murderous tension to the air. Sima Cuo pushed open the main door and stood at the entrance. The body of the Emperor of Yan hung from a beam by a seven-foot white silk cloth. On both sides of the main hall, twenty tables and chairs were arranged. At each chair sat a courtier, a teapot filled with black poison before them. As their nation perished, ruler and ministers alike chose to die for their country. "Seal the Golden Palace as a warning to future generations!" Sima Cuo commanded in a grave tone, bowing slightly. He decided that after returning to the Imperial Capital, he would report the situation in the Golden Palace of Yan’s capital to the Qin Empire, as a warning to its courtiers. Learn from the lessons of the fallen to strengthen the nation’s prestige for tomorrow. 「The Great Zhao Empire!」 In the expansive Imperial Palace square, dozens of guillotines stood in rows. Behind them knelt a dense crowd of figures, their expressions despondent, their faces ashen. They were the royalty, nobility, elites, and clan members of the Great Zhao Empire. But now, they were all prisoners. "Execute!" Meng Tian stood on a high platform, his expression cold, as he waved the banner of the Qin Empire. Rows of Qin soldiers dragged the prisoners to the guillotines. Executioners brandished their large cleavers and swung down with force. Blood splattered! Heads, one after another, rolled onto the ground. Just days ago, they had held sway in the royal courts, commanding territories. Now, they were dead, executed by common soldiers. "Execute!" "Execute!" "Execute!" Meng Tian repeated, like a tireless machine. Like a tireless machine, Meng Tian kept repeating the word "Execute!" Blood flowed, a sanguine wind arose, and time itself seemed to