Before the Array of Ten Thousand Armies

The Yin-Shang capital city, Chaoge.

Once the most prosperous city in the entire country, it was now extremely desolate.

The common folk of the entire city had almost all fled, and virtually no soldiers or ministers loyal to Cheng Tang remained.

A solitary figure walked slowly down the wide green-stone-paved avenue where not a single other person was in sight.

This road was the official thoroughfare leading from the royal palace to the city gates, once packed with merchants and citizens, but now it held only randomly discarded debris and withered, yellow fallen leaves drifting across the ground with the wind.

Outside Chaoge City lay a million-strong Xiqi army, with battle banners fluttering and ten thousand horses neighing. The formidable morale of a victorious host could send chills down the spine of any invading enemy from afar.

Nameless held a sword of archaic design in his hand, wearing a thin, black robe, the cold wind whipping his hem into a ragged flapping.

He looked so lonely, so desolate!

Nameless!

He was now the final ruler of the Yin-Shang.

Xiqi had conquered every city of Cheng Tang except Chaoge, yet the hearts of Cheng Tang's people were not entirely lost.

The hearts of the people still favored Cheng Tang over Xiqi.

The people's hearts!

Or rather, the hearts of the people in Xiqi and Cheng Tang were not the same thing at this moment.

In Xiqi, the people's hearts belonged to the nobility; the nobles were Xiqi's people!

In Cheng Tang, the people's hearts belonged to the common folk, and those common folk still remained the people of Cheng Tang.

The commoners cared little about who sat upon the throne; what they cared about was their three meals a day. In this era where only one in a thousand people could