Eighty Years Later (7,000 words, please subscribe)

"The rebels have broken in!"

"Run!"

"Run for what? I heard long ago that wherever the Righteous Army goes, order is kept. As long as we don't resist, we'll be fine."

In the end, there was no hiding the Great Feng Emperor's inexplicable death.

For a time, the capital's defenders fell into chaos. No matter how loyal they were to the Great Feng Dynasty, they still needed to see hope before they could have anything to cling to.

Now even the emperor was dead, and at such a critical moment—

Most of the defenders even began to think Great Feng had lost Heaven's mandate.

On top of that, Lin Yuan seized the chance to make his move inside the capital, tying down most of the Path Entrant Celestial Masters, while the great army outside the capital suddenly launched its attack.

This capital, which the Great Feng Dynasty had managed for seven or eight hundred years, collapsed with a crash.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! One Path Entrant Dharma Master after another was the first to enter the city.

As Path Entrants, they possessed formidable individual strength. By entering the city first, they could often take control of the situation in the shortest time.

As for the Path Entrant Celestial Masters? They waited outside the capital, ready to provide support at any moment.

Even with Lin Yuan's nurturing, over seventy years, he had only raised fewer than two hundred Path Entrant Celestial Masters, and some of them still had to suppress the provinces that had already been captured.

Path Entrant Celestial Masters were part of the foundation. Naturally, they could not be sent into the capital lightly.

Even if the city gates had been breached, who knew whether some hidden measure capable of killing Celestial Masters had been laid inside?

Even someone as