He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

But just as Yunling was reading the end of the eighth paragraph and about to move on to the ninth paragraph, a sudden change occurred.

The space around the altar seemed to be suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, and shook violently.

The runes of destiny floating on the table flickered violently, and the originally smooth and flowing golden light suddenly became chaotic, like a turbulent river, with whirlpools and countercurrents emerging everywhere.

The nation's fate is in turmoil.

In that turbulent moment, more than two hundred beams of light simultaneously illuminated the sky above the imperial city.

The light surged forth from all directions, each a different color—some were crimson like blood, some were bluish-black like ink, and some were deathly white like bone.

Like a cluster of fireworks ignited simultaneously, they rose into the sky from various corners outside the imperial city, weaving into a crisscrossing net of light in mid-air, enveloping the jade seal on the altar that was gathering the nation's destiny.

More than two hundred reincarnators attacked simultaneously.

They've been hiding for so long.

From burning lifespan at the beginning, to later searching for other authorized users, and then to launching this all-out attack in conjunction with Xuantian Sect and Wanling Valley—every step was taken with extreme caution, and every move was made with a backup plan.

This attack was the one they had been preparing for the longest and the largest in scale.

The methods vary.

Some used their blood and qi to form giant claws and grab at the jade seal from a distance; some used array runes to link and pull, trying to forcibly extract the nation's fortune from the jade seal; some directly burned their last bit of lifespan to become a stream of light, attempting to forcefully rush into the altar area and physically seize the jade seal.

More than two hundred forces surged toward the same target at the same time.

Any one of these defenses, if placed outside, would be enough to instantly collapse the defense system of a city.

Yunling stood atop the altar, still holding the scroll of prayer in her hand.

She didn't look up; her gaze remained fixed on the page, as if checking if she had copied the words in the ninth paragraph correctly.

Then she raised her other hand.

The movement was very light—like brushing away a speck of dust from a table, with five fingers casually flicking outwards.

This seemingly casual move precisely exploited the flaws in the techniques of all the reincarnators.

The more than two hundred streams of power surging toward the altar shifted at the same instant.

The giant claws of qi and blood turned in mid-air and fiercely grabbed at each other; the guiding lines of the array runes were severed by an invisible force, and they scattered like kites with broken strings; the figures that had burned their lifespan to rush forward suddenly stopped, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

What alarmed the reincarnators even more was something else—they found themselves losing control of their power.

The attacks, deflected by Yunling, did not dissipate. Instead, like snakes with their necks snapped, they flipped in mid-air and turned back to devour their original owners.

The crimson claw of blood and qi reversed and grabbed back, slamming more than a dozen reincarnators to the ground with its full force, creating craters of varying depths, with rubble and dust flying everywhere.

The severed rune tethers did not dissipate; instead, they reassembled and spliced ​​together in mid-air, weaving a more complex net of light that trapped the one who controlled them in place.

Those figures who had been burning their lifespans to charge forward were thrown back, some crashing into the palace walls, some smashing through the roof, and others tumbling into the crowd, causing a flurry of panic and screams.

Yunling's movements lasted for less than three breaths.

Three breaths later, all two hundred rays of light vanished.

Instead, there were more than twenty reincarnators who were severely injured by the backlash, more than forty unlucky souls trapped in their own formations, and more than a hundred figures who staggered backward, pale-faced, with disbelief written all over their eyes.

Their all-out offensive, which they had planned for years, prepared for months, and accumulated strength for a long time, was wiped out with a mere flick of the wrist.

Is this the person with the authority?

Are these beings truly the same species as them?

On the altar, the nation's fortunes returned to a stable flow, and a golden luster slowly flowed across the surface of the jade seal, making it even brighter than before.

That was the sound of war.

Along the border of the Yunming Empire, millions of warriors poured out of the strongholds of various forces, launching a full-scale assault on the territory of the Yunming Empire.

Various costumes and weapons swarmed out from the mountains, valleys, plains and rivers, like a swarm of ants startled at the same time, and swept across dozens of outposts along the border in a very short time.

What was even more chilling were the figures at the very front—nearly ten thousand martial arts experts at the seventh level or above were flying through the air, several times faster than the ground troops, like a volley of loose arrows, shooting towards the heart of the Yunming Empire.

There are over a hundred ninth-level martial artists.

There are over a thousand eighth-level martial artists.

There are nearly ten thousand seventh-tier martial artists.

This power, if placed in any empire, would be enough to crush any resistance.

Even if all the major powers in the Southern Region were to unleash their full resources, they would still find it difficult to contend with them.

But at every crucial juncture on this battlefield, as soon as those high-level martial artists stepped into the borders of the Yunming Empire, they were met with an even greater number and density of figures.

At this moment, Ji Wujiu brought out all his belongings.

Tens of thousands of clones appeared simultaneously across the battlefield.

Each clone possesses martial arts cultivation at the fifth or sixth level, a level or two lower than the powerful figures charging ahead. Yet, each one is fearless and relentless—rushing forward to entangle, drag, and interfere, using all sorts of bizarre methods to slow down the opponent's advance.

Those high-level martial artists were extremely annoyed by the entanglement.

Break one, and two pop out; break two, and four pop out, like poking a hornet's nest that can never be completely cleared.

Those large groups of people who fell into the trap fared even worse.

Shortly after they entered the territory of the Yunming Empire, the ground beneath their feet began to collapse in large sections.

Rune traps were triggered layer by layer, and rolling stones and oil poured down from both sides of the ridge. A single volley from the crossbowmen hidden in the dense forest could wipe out a whole group.

These traps were as if someone had measured them out in advance with a ruler—every attack route was precisely covered, every suitable terrain for gathering was laid with lethal formations, and every retreat route was completely blocked.

The invaders struggled in the trap for nearly half an hour, suffering more than half their casualties and their morale plummeting.

Then the main force of the Yunming Empire attacked from the flanks and rear simultaneously, dividing and surrounding the enemy forces that had been weakened by the traps, and swallowing them up piece by piece.

Although the overall cultivation level of the Yunming Empire's army is relatively low, Yunling has trained them in tactical execution and formation coordination for seven years.

Each hundred-man squad had practiced the tactics of dividing and encircling countless times. Now, on the real battlefield, they were operating like a sophisticated meat grinder, crushing the enemy troops who were caught in chaos.

……

Above the sky, Yun Yi stood at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds, looking down at the battlefield below.

Within the sleeve, two pale white orbs of soul light slowly rotated.

The souls of the two Martial Emperors floated within, silently watching everything below through the thin barrier.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect and Wanling Valley are in defeat.

Those powerful troops who were expected to achieve great things were unable to move an inch because they were entangled by Ji Wujiu's clones;

Millions of troops were fragmented into scattered groups by the trap network on the border of the Cloud Nether Empire, and then swallowed up one by one by the main force.

The combined attack of the Reincarnators was easily neutralized by Yunling, and they are currently in a chaotic state of self-rescue and reorganization.