Chapter 263: Trampling the Heavenly Dao Sect, Empress Beauty vs. Heavenly Dao Lord, Peak Showdown (1)
Of course, she didn't feel like she was spying.
It was just that, with news from the Empress arriving, she had to be cautious in case her traitorous brother got ambushed!
If she had to point fingers, it was all the Empress's fault!
The three-person battle was still ongoing, and the roleplay hadn't stopped.
Every time he called out "Your Majesty," the Empress Beauty couldn't help but feel a strange, indescribable sense of involvement.
As the battle neared its end, the result wasn't all that surprising.
Su Qing blew the horn of counterattack and crushed the Heroine Alliance completely, leaving them begging for mercy.
In the end, he didn't forget to say he hadn't let down Her Majesty's trust.
That kind of talk really made the Empress Beauty feel far too excited.
In the middle of the night, someone would surely be left wide awake again.
At that moment, the Heavenly Dao Lord was silently reading a mysterious letter.
The neat, elegant handwriting on the white paper looked all too familiar and stood out clearly.
["I can provide assistance, but there's a condition. I hope you'll consider my proposal carefully."]
The Heavenly Dao Lord's face remained calm, without the slightest trace of anxiety.
So even her bestie couldn't hold back anymore?
Had the Unity Dao Alliance decided she was cornered and had no choice but to accept terms?
Too naive.
The Heavenly Dao Lord wasn't anxious at all. She clearly had another agenda.
She was waiting. Waiting for a perfect opportunity!
The Empress, root of the disaster, and Tang Xuan, the fated one, were about to clash head-on.
The fusion of these two extreme forces of heaven and earth represented the heavenly momentum.
The Heavenly Dao Sect, blessed by geography, represented the earthly momentum.
And the sharp, murderous aura of the battlefield represented the human momentum.
She aimed to merge these three forces—heaven, earth, and man—to reopen the Measurement of the Heavenly Dao!
Thus bearing the truly immortal arts sealed in the miniature world, reclaiming what was once hers in a past life...
After a day of buildup, it was finally time to act.
Inside the Heavenly Dao Sect, public opinion had basically been silenced.
Though not completely extinguished.
One of the leading figures had simply issued a strict order forbidding further unrest.
No one dared defy such a master, so naturally no one made any more trouble.
But those emotions hadn't disappeared—they were simply buried deep.
In truth, the Princess Consort still had room to maneuver and could have even recruited insiders.
But time was short. Even if it wasn't the best outcome, this was already enough.
Not long ago, Su Qing had slipped in quietly, seen as a one-off fluke.
The Heavenly Dao Lord repaired the grand formation and left experts to guard it, but that was it.
Yet those so-called experts couldn't compare to the elusive Master Yuqiong—they couldn't even find her trace.
Master Yuqiong was like a top-tier special agent, silently infiltrating and disabling the mountain-guarding formation.
Now that was true skill!
Years of specialized training, combined with tools made to break formations.
Controlling such a massive formation quietly wasn't easy—but she succeeded.
Under cover of spells, elite soldiers slipped through a crack that had been opened in the barrier.
By the time they had fully entered, the battle was already half-won.
The Heavenly Dao Sect wasn't some tiny sect—its protective formation covered a vast area.
Under such circumstances, they couldn't possibly have guards at every location.
By the time someone noticed the anomaly, it was already too late.
Panicked shouting echoed throughout the sect.
The elite troops stood ready, every one of them on high alert.
After what happened with Su Qing, they no longer underestimated even weaker enemies.
They were fully prepared, their armor gleaming in the sunlight.
The righteous sects had once done joint training.
They practiced where to stand, what roles to play if a real fight broke out.
But after yesterday's incident, how could they follow those plans now?
Who knew if the sect next to you would stab you in the back amidst the chaos?
Whether they were young elites or elders, none of them had the will to resist.
And really, you couldn't blame them.
Even if they had killed before, it didn't mean they could face a disciplined army advancing on them.
Sects and armies were fundamentally different.
Anyone seeing an army march in would feel fear instinctively.
No matter how strong an individual was, could they really stop this steel tide?
"Surrender and you won't be killed!"
"Surrender and you won't be killed!"
The soldiers roared in unison.
That overwhelming shout crushed the courage of those nearest to them.
Who dared to fight head-on with these blood-soaked warriors? They all backed away.
But with so many people, it wasn't long before they had nowhere left to retreat.
And with the formation now controlled, it was a one-way trap—in but not out.
Some ran to the edges and pounded on the barrier, eyes filled with despair.
A few high-ranking sect members gathered their loyalists and tried to rally resistance.
But when one Grandmaster was hacked to death in a flurry of blades, no one dared try again.
Without top-tier fighters, going up against an army was suicide!
Many were filled with regret, thinking that if they had fought in an open space, they might not have lost.
But there are no "ifs" in this world.
Xuanxin looked at the unstoppable advance, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.
This battle had gone far too smoothly.
With such weak resistance and so many prisoners, casualties were almost zero.
Why had it gone this way?
After thinking carefully, Xuanxin came to a clear conclusion.
Her superior—that young man's bold action not long ago—had crushed their spirit.
This cast a quiet shadow of failure over their hearts.
And the scheming that followed sent waves of panic through the Righteous Alliance, sowing distrust and paranoia among them.
With one side weakening and the other rising, this battle had no chance of being won—not even a sliver of hope!
So when they made contact, the opposing side immediately fell apart, and the number of surrendering cultivators was countless.
Naturally, someone handled the arrangements for these surrendering individuals.
But whether their surrender was genuine or just a facade was hard to judge.
Still... that wasn't really a major issue.
"Divine Maiden, Aunt Yun, why are you here?!"
An elder of the Heavenly Dao Sect had been quietly gathering power, only to spot the two women approaching.
They were perfectly unharmed, with no signs of mistreatment.
Judging by their calm steps, they hadn't been threatened—they were in excellent condition.
That elder's voice instantly drew the attention of the other captives.
They looked toward the women, their eyes filled with visible shock.