The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Sizzle sizzle..."

As dusk turns to night, the city is just beginning to light up with its first lights.

Small, silvery-white spheres reappeared in the skies above various cities of the Dragon Kingdom.

There was no warning whatsoever.

The small silver spheres split open simultaneously, and the silver metal extended and pieced together in all directions, instantly transforming into square broadcasting screens.

The Chinese government's response was swift as ever.

Three seconds after the Sky Screen signal appeared, the official broadcast channel was connected, and a brand new live broadcast room appeared on the homepage of major online platforms.

There is currently no video feed in the live stream.

Only one line of blood-red title hangs high at the top.

"The Day of Trial of the Four Border Tribes—Refusing to Surrender."

【Floating on Level Water】: "???"

"Wow, that really is a seamless transition!"

"The sky screen just ended, and the live stream here lit up?"

"Trial of the four border tribes? Holy crap!!!"

[Chen Mutou, who likes squid]: "Brothers! I have a feeling that's hard to describe!"

"Damn it, this day has finally come!"

"Me too... I got goosebumps!"

[Old Sun wants to lose weight]: "But... really, it's such a pity."

"Old Master Zhou didn't get to see this scene."

"Depend on!"

【Qi'an Ningxi】:

"His descendants are truly beasts, but Old Master Zhou was a true hero!"

[Show Your Face kk]: "Just one more day... just one more day, and he'll be able to see today's live stream."

"Meow...I want to cry...Waaaaah..."

Even before the live stream screen lit up, the number of online viewers had already skyrocketed.

Countless people flooded into the live stream, awaiting the judgment on that blood debt from a century ago.

They looked forward to what would happen next, but couldn't help but think of their ancestors who had died at the hands of the four clans.

New recruits torn apart by swarms of insects in the desolate western desert.

Zhou Lang burned his foundation, cultivation, and even his soul, all to save as many people as possible.

Countless soldiers, whose names were not recorded by the heavens, have their remains forever buried at the borders of the four frontiers.

"Look, the screen is lighting up!"

The live stream screen flickered twice, leaving it completely black.

The whistling sound of wind and snow hitting the camera lens came first.

The next second, the Northern Demon Clan's Guixu appeared before hundreds of millions of viewers.

The greyish-white sky hung low.

The snowfield stretched to the horizon, and deep tremors could be heard from beneath the thick ice layer, causing large swaths of snow to slide off.

Lu Ming stood in the middle of the snowfield.

Behind him, a million Northern soldiers formed a massive military formation.

Black armor stretched out in a continuous line, banners fluttered in the wind and snow, and long swords stood neatly at their sides.

No one spoke.

Only heavy, rhythmic breathing could be heard gathering above the military formation.

Behind the million-strong army, a towering vortex, thousands of feet high, stood between heaven and earth.

The other end of the vortex connects to the Wall in the North.

The wind and snow from the North were pouring into Guixu from the entrance, sweeping past the military formations, and pressing down on the territories of the four tribes along the snowfield.

The camera pans past Lu Ming and slowly turns to the opposite side of the Northern Army.

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, four completely different landforms were forcibly pieced together.

On the far left is an ancient forest that originally belonged to the demon race of the North.

Giant trees pierced the clouds, their thick roots cracking the ground.

Vines hang down from the depths of the tree canopy, and behind them, one can see swamps, icy lakes, and undulating valleys.

Countless demons hid in the forest.

Birds fold their wings, and beasts lower their heads.

There wasn't a single roar from any animal in the entire forest.

Beside the ancient forest lies the boundless western desert.

The wind blows across the sand dunes, and the yellow sand flows continuously downwards.

Beneath the sandy surface, however, there are ridges that move at high speed.

Occasionally, the carapace pierces the sand layer, revealing the insect's limbs covered in sticky mucus, before quickly retracting back underground.

Countless insectoids huddled deep within the desert, their carapaces rubbing together with a soft, rhythmic sound.

Further to the right of the desert, the ground suddenly breaks off.

Deep blue seawater crashes against the sandy shore, with waves rising tens of meters high.

On the sea, rows of shrimp soldiers and crab generals stand treading the water.

Sea monsters covered in scales, beasts carrying giant shells, and sea creatures wielding tridents stretched all the way to where the sea met the sky.

The sea should have been roaring.

But all the sea creatures kept their mouths shut, only daring to look across the waves at the million-strong Northern Army behind Lu Ming.

On the far right is a black mountain range.

There is no sunlight there.

Black mist seeped continuously from between the rocks, and withered trees clung crookedly to both sides of the cliff.

Torn spirit banners hung all over the mountain path, and pale ghostly flames flickered uncertainly in the crevices.

Blurry ghost faces are hidden in the fog.

Below the mountains, tall barbarians wore animal skins, with blue totems spreading from their cheeks to their chests.

The Ghost Clan and the Barbarian Clan jointly occupy the southern border.

The camera rapidly rises.

The full view of the four realms finally appeared in the live broadcast room.

Ancient forests and black mountains stand on either side.

The desert and the vast ocean are sandwiched in the middle.

Four completely different worlds border each other and press against each other, maintaining a fragile and eerie balance.

And in every territory, demons and monsters roamed.

The sheer number of areas the camera swept across was already incalculable.

"Me?"

[Tan Tieshan in Kunlun]: "Is this still in China? I'm actually seeing desert and ocean coexisting?"

"Hey upstairs, didn't you read the title?"

【A Gentle Breeze Sweeps Across the Mountains】: "Didn't we already say it was the Day of Judgment for the Four Clans?"

"This is clearly inside the Ruins of Return!"

[Tarasin's Artistic Life]: "The question is, how did these four tribes, which come from the four cardinal directions (east, west, south, and north), end up together?"

[Seasonal Change]: "Just keep watching and you'll see!"

The camera lingered at high altitude for a few seconds before turning to focus on the front of the Northern Army.

The camera zooms in rapidly.

Before the million-strong army, Lu Ming wore a black and red level nine battle armor.

The wind and snow swept across the armor, leaving a thin layer of frost on the shoulder armor and blades.

His right hand rested on the blood-red broadsword, while his left hand held a message slip.

On the page, only a single word that had just appeared remained.

【it is good. 】

Lu Ming looked at the word, his five fingers tightening slightly.

Then, he put away the paper and looked up at the figures kneeling on the snow.

That is the current leader of the four regions.

The insectoid king from the Western Wilderness was a creature with a build resembling a human child and two white antennae on his forehead.

The one from the Snow Phoenix Clan of the Northern Territory was a young man with white hair.

As for the southern region, there are two leaders.

One was an elderly ghost with his head bowed and a deathly aura.

The other figure, over three meters tall, with protruding fangs and exposed skin covered in blue totems, was the barbarian leader.

The black snake also lay among the five.

Its forehead was pressed against the snow, its body was taut and stiff, and it didn't even dare to move its tail.

"Mars……"

The black snake raised its head slightly, its voice strained.

"What has the noble family decided regarding the surrender of our four clans?"

Lu Ming did not answer immediately.

He first put the paper and pen into his spatial magic item, then gripped the hilt of his knife, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling figures one by one.

"The message has been delivered to the Heavenly Emperor."

"The crimes you have committed, and how you will ultimately be dealt with, shall be decided by the Heavenly Emperor himself."