The First Sage of Military Strategists

into the night.

In a dark and secluded chamber within the imperial palace, Han Yi sat cross-legged on a high platform, his body radiating surging demonic energy.

These demonic energies suddenly converged on its surface, forming the shadow of a celestial demon.

He was dressed in a black robe, wearing a blood-red crown, with a handsome face and a third eye on his forehead, which was tightly closed.

Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as he stared at the Destruction Demon that had suddenly appeared before him.

"The people of the Myriad Paths Alliance are treacherous. It is only right for us to join forces. You are the most determined person I have ever met, and the one who resonates most with my heart. Once you are in a stable state and have completely mastered my power, everyone in this world will prostrate themselves at your feet. In exchange, you only need to help me be reborn. At that time, I will leave your body and leave this world."

Han Yi's gaze remained calm: "My will is unbreakable and unshakable. You should give up."

The Demon of Destruction shook his head: "You are a hopeless idiot. All your efforts will ultimately benefit the Myriad Paths Alliance."

Han Yi remained silent. These words had indeed struck a nerve. How could he not understand the schemes in the hearts of the Myriad Paths Alliance? Emperor Yu was also plotting for this, preparing for the worst at any time.

However, given the strength of the Myriad Paths Alliance, whether its prepared backup plan will be effective remains to be seen.

Seeing Han Yi remain silent, the Demon of Destruction laughed again, "Are you afraid of falling into my trap and having your body taken over? There's no need for that. I will not erode your body and soul. I will only do my best to help you become stronger. You just need to keep your promise and let me go after you become the strongest in this world."

"Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word?" Han Yi retorted.

"I am an immortal being, so what if you change your mind? I won't be angry. It's just that you will lose your freedom as you are now, but try it, and the result may be very different," the Destruction Demon said with a smile.

Han Yi's expression changed. He had thought that the Demon of Destruction would be extremely violent, but he was unexpectedly calm. If it weren't for the demonic characteristics on its body, it would be hard to associate it with the word "destruction".

"What? You don't believe me? I'll teach you a secret technique right now to help you better control the power of the Heavenly Demon. Whether you choose to learn it or not is up to you."

As he spoke, a large amount of information suddenly appeared in Han Yi's mind, including many powerful secret techniques that he had never heard of or seen before.

Han Yi could have chosen to suppress the surging memories, but after a slight hesitation, he ultimately decided against it. He could sense from just a cursory glance that these secret techniques were extremely powerful, and even if he could only learn a portion of them, it would still greatly enhance his combat strength.

Moreover, what the Destroyer Demon just said hit a nerve: the Myriad Paths Alliance is untrustworthy; it must be used but also guarded against. Perhaps by relying on the Destroyer Demon, there might be a way to keep them in check.

After a while, the room fell silent. Han Yi closed his eyes slightly and calmly digested these powerful secret techniques.

the other side.

Han Qing was frantically absorbing soul light points, rapidly increasing his proficiency and realm in the Ancient Scripture of Departure from Dust.

Time passed slowly, and after a full month, Han Qing finally mastered this ancient scripture, and the number of acupoints he cultivated exceeded 9999.

At that moment, he felt stronger than ever before.

"I'm only one step away from mastering it, but my strength has already reached an unbelievable level."

His body relaxed, and a grand martial arts essence burst forth, covering the entire secret chamber.

This martial arts essence was almost condensed into a tangible form, visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the entire secret chamber was shrouded in white mist.

"My physical strength has increased to an astonishing level. Now, as long as I can get close, I can directly kill even a cultivator at the first stage of the Rainbow Transformation Realm," Han Qing pondered. "Wherever my martial intent covers, space and time can be manipulated." As Han Qing spoke, his body suddenly flickered and shifted within the secret chamber.

Wherever the true meaning of martial arts can extend, he can reach it with just a thought, without warning or a sound.

The biggest difficulty for a martial artist when facing a powerful cultivator is how to get close. But now, with such mysterious and unpredictable means, he can easily get close to powerful enemies and kill them with a single move.

Moreover, his ability to protect himself has also improved dramatically. With the true meaning of martial arts protecting his body, magical thoughts cannot penetrate him, and most spells will become ineffective and cannot get close.

In short, during this period of seclusion, he took a giant leap forward on his path of martial arts, and his combat power increased more than tenfold.

It should be noted that his combat strength was already extremely powerful before, and if it were increased tenfold, it would reach an extremely terrifying level.

"I wonder if the Alliance Leader of Ten Thousand Paths has reached the Ten Thousand Apertures Realm? If he has, then killing him is impossible; the only option is to seal him." Han Qing calmed down again.

Since the leader of the Myriad Paths Alliance possesses the Ancient Scripture of Departure from Dust, he has likely already entered the Myriad Apertures realm.

Upon reaching the realm of myriad apertures, one's physique becomes even stronger, reaching a point of immortality, much like the seven great demons, who, even if shattered and annihilated, will gradually revive and be reborn.

The true meaning of martial arts will also undergo further transformation, reaching the state of "I am the master," where the true meaning covers the land, even obscuring the Heavenly Dao.

According to ancient records, martial artists at this level can kill those at the second stage of the Rainbow Transformation Realm as easily as slaughtering dogs, and can rival those at the third stage of the Rainbow Transformation Realm.

"That's not enough. To deal with the leader of the Myriad Paths Alliance, one must master the Myriad Apertures Martial Arts to be safe. However, with my current strength, I can roam freely in this lower realm." Han Qing said confidently.

He got up and left the secret room. At this time, Yan Qiuling and others were also in seclusion. There were only a few pageboys and maids in this pavilion. He went to the highest point, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. He saw many students holding books and carrying swords, studying hard.

The combined energy and spirit of countless people created a magnificent spectacle.

This phenomenon is difficult to perceive with the naked eye; only the eye of Dharma can discern it.

"It won't be long before I rebuild Yuelu Academy, or even surpass it," Han Qing murmured.

Suddenly, he sensed something and looked up at the sky. A huge black shadow suddenly appeared from the clouds. It was the Vermilion Bird Giant Spirit of the Mo Clan. On the back of the Vermilion Bird Giant Spirit, Lin Motong held a golden ancient scroll in his hands and looked down at Yuelu Academy.

Han Qing suddenly took flight, his gaze locking onto Lin Motong from afar.

"Is something wrong?"

Lin Motong nodded slightly: "I never thought there was such a monster as you in the world. In just a few years, you have already stood at the pinnacle of humanity. I am no match for you. However, I am not here today to fight, but to issue a challenge to you on behalf of the leader of the Mo family."

"A challenge? No interest. Disappear from my sight within three breaths. I have no interest in your Mohist school." Han Qing frowned slightly. This Mohist leader was unpredictable, sometimes an enemy, sometimes a friend. Putting aside his eccentric temperament, he was probably plotting something big. Now that he had suddenly issued a challenge, Han Qing had no idea what this Mohist leader was thinking, and he had no intention of accepting the challenge.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to refuse this challenge," Lin Motong said, suddenly tossing the ancient scroll in his hand into the air.

The ancient scroll suddenly burst into flames, and characters shot out, transforming into streaks of golden light that shot out in all directions.

A majestic, deep voice echoed in Han Qing's mind.

"By the late Emperor's edict, and by the mandate of Heaven, we hereby decree that on this day next year, on the shores of the South China Sea, we shall compete in a decisive battle. The victor shall claim the destiny, and the loser shall perish." (End of Chapter)