Five days later, Qin Wudao led the army, returning to the outskirts of the Imperial Capital.
Without needing anyone to organize, countless commoners voluntarily streamed out of the city to greet them, forming a line that extended for over a hundred li. Their faces were alight with excitement, their eyes fixed firmly on the distance.
After Qin Wudao had departed for war, news of victories from the front lines arrived almost daily. They all knew their Emperor had triumphed on the battlefield, vanquishing the Eternal Temple and subduing all the holy lands, achieving an unprecedented great victory. As citizens of Qin, they shared in the glory!
"Look!"
"His Majesty has returned!"
At high noon, an iron-blooded army appeared at the edge of the sky. Clad in armor and wielding weapons, they exuded a potent murderous aura that stained the very Void a crimson hue.
"Wansheng!"
"Wansheng…"
