Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

The result was that nothing was gained.

[It seems that from the moment you rose from your coffin, Yongzhou Sword Palace.]

[This is one of the four great holy lands of sword cultivation in the world, a power possessing the most magnificent and sublime sword aura.]

[They vanished without a trace, their whereabouts unknown.]

Of course you wouldn't think it's because of your own fault.

Given your original identity, the Yongzhou Sword Palace wouldn't have gone into hiding under an assumed name simply because the Wen family was wiped out.

[Besides, after your last simulated entry into the ancient city of Loulan.]

[They were immediately attacked by a celestial being descending from the heavens.]

This means that from the moment your entire clan was wiped out, the Yongzhou Sword Palace was completely bound to the forces of the Western Regions.

They have already moved their entire household from Yongzhou to the Western Regions, awaiting the opportune moment for an uprising in the Western Regions.

You can't help but marvel at the rich legacy the late emperor left to Yin Qian; it's truly enviable.

Even now, surrounded by extraordinary talents and top-tier forces, and with various hidden strategies and contingency plans...

I still feel envious.

The legacy left by the late emperor allowed Yin Qian to bind the Yongzhou Sword Palace to him, cooperate with the Jingxin Sword Sect, and even make the Holy Sect an ally of interest.

[In addition, they can also offer items that would impress the immortal sects.]

[These are just the resources offered by the Western Region forces in trade, or what they've revealed about their strength.]

[How many more are hidden away?]

[That spendthrift Yin Qian, he had a winning hand, yet he played like this in the last simulation.]

The Yongzhou Sword Palace relocated its sect to the Western Regions.

[You can't really do anything about them for now, so I just instructed people to give their sect a good "decoration".]

[And after obtaining the black-colored entry "Azure".]

Using the sects of the Yongzhou Sword Palace as anchor points, they practiced ranged attacks, bombarding them continuously for ten to fifteen days.

Just as you were traveling west, the dark clouds that had shrouded the Sword Palace of Yongzhou slowly dissipated.

A sacred sect of swordsmanship with a history spanning millennia.

[It was reduced to ashes.]

I wonder what expressions the ancestors in the heavens would have if they witnessed this.

[Anyway, if that's the case with the Celestial Master's Mansion.]

[I believe that Zhang Xunzhi, the patriarch, will definitely be the first to lead a powerful attack.]

[Armored cavalry guard the perimeter, while three hundred swordsmen remain hidden.]

You arrive at the front lines, where Wei Qi and Jiang Bofu are locked in a stalemate, by carriage.

[Since the request for peace came from the Western Regions, which you accepted.]

[Only after Wei Qi managed to curb his frenzied killing spree did the Western Regions regain some long-awaited peace.]

Even so, the devastation of the battlefield remains, with lingering smoke still rising.

The thick stench of blood lingered, staining the vast desert red.

Wei Qi's army was stationed on the high hills to the east.

You lift the curtain and see in the distance the army lined up and waiting.

The leader was none other than Wei Qi.

Despite having corresponded frequently for several years, seeing Wei Qi again still evoked a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion).

[The young general of yesteryear, so dashing and exuding aristocratic composure.]

Now he stands tall and imposing, with a dignified countenance.

[His aura was imposing and cold.]

[In the blink of an eye, a chilling stillness and desolation seeps into one's very soul.]

It was as if, under his gaze, life itself was coming to an end.

Her long, black hair was casually tied up, and her face bore the marks of time, adding a touch of mature charm.

The bright red armor was covered with the marks of battlefield medals.

[Holding a long spear, leaning at an angle.]

The red glow swirling around the spear tip resembled still-dried blood.

The black-armored cavalry, who had trampled across the desert, halted and formed ranks on both sides, revealing the protective carriages beneath them.

You lift the curtain and step out.

[Standing motionless across the courtyard, his long, dark robe billowed in the wind, exuding an elegant yet mysterious aura.]

From the moment you appeared.

Whether it was Wei Qi's murderous intent or the might of the iron cavalry.

All were completely concealed.

You look at the soldiers behind Wei Qi.

[Not one of them was without wounds; they appeared to have been driven to the brink of defeat.]

The armor was tattered and worn, and the blade of the weapon in his hand was chipped.

At first glance, it's hard to imagine that such an army could force the allied forces of a hundred kingdoms in the Western Regions to the point of negotiating peace.

Only when you meet their eyes.

[Deep within those slightly lowered eyes, a glint of blood flowed.]

In that instant, it felt as if he were facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, overwhelmed by murderous intent.

They all turned their gaze to you.

[Anyone with weaker mental discipline would likely have had their reason overwhelmed by the killing intent, falling into a frenzy of slaughter.]

You remained calm and composed, nodding slightly, your eyes revealing approval.

Then he raised his hand to make the seal.

A long-absent, stiff smile appeared on Wei Qi's cold face.

I was about to greet you when I saw you holding that familiar mark.

[Back then, you used this handprint to deduce the location of the Tomb of the Military Immortal and led him inside.]

Only then was I able to comprehend the three bas-reliefs depicting the military prowess of the God of War, and understand my own true nature.

[Now I see you holding the seal again.]

My heartstrings tightened involuntarily.

Could there be some lurking danger around him that he hasn't noticed?

Do you need to calculate it yourself?

You noticed Wei Qi's gaze, but didn't immediately understand it.

You've long forgotten about how you used the imitation of the old Taoist's mark to deceive people back then.

[Sizzle...]

Dark, profound, rebellious, and mysterious black arcs of electricity danced at your fingertips as you held the seal.

[Boom!]

[Immediately, thunder roared, and dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the sky.]

[Like a vast, black ocean, surging and crashing, low and raging.]

[The lightning, winding and stretching like a monstrous dragon, exuded a chilling pressure.]

You hold the Thunder Seal.

[Using the black keyword "Azure" to elevate the rank of Thunder Magic, and employing the black keyword "Inferiority Overthrows Superior" to summon clouds and rain.]

[Splash...]

The next moment, raindrops, black as mud, thick and murky, filthy and rebellious, poured down like a mountain torrent.

[Compared to when following the old Taoist master.]

[It can only summon a light drizzle.]

The black rain at this moment, obscuring the sky and sun, seemed like a hanging Milky Way, utterly submerging this world.

The elevation of the black-label entry "Azure" is particularly fitting for the method of borrowing the power of the heavens.

Whether it's thunder magic or summoning clouds and rain.

The soldiers in formation looked up at the sky and saw the terrifying thunder and the eerie black rain.

[If strict military discipline weren't ingrained in their very bones, almost everyone would instinctively run away.]

Pang Hai, Xu Hui, Xu Kun, Wei Qi.

Several people watched your figure with varying expressions.

Xu Kun has witnessed your and the old Taoist's acts of helping the world and saving people.

Although the black rain looked eerie, its effects were truly astonishing.

[To revitalize the sick and frail, restoring their health and vitality.]

But the rain you brought before wasn't this heavy!

As for Wei Qi, Pang Hai, and Xu Hui...

[His expression was blank, and his eyes were glazed over.]