Zhunti was the first to break the dead silence. His teeth clenched, he let out a cold, hard grunt, and the gentle Buddhist eyes now surged with undisguised viciousness, his gaze locked fixedly on the city walls of Zhaoge City, where smoke and fire rose a thousand li away.
His Buddhist robe snapped in the fierce winds high above. Beneath that appearance of compassion lay a resolve that would smash the cauldrons and sink the boats.
"So what if divine abilities are obstructed? Human Dao shackles can bind spells, but they cannot bind conquest on the battlefield."
He spoke in a deep voice, his tone icy enough to pierce bone.
"Now that the Jie Sect has withered, there is no one left to serve as Great Shang's shield. Since all crooked byways and petty tricks lead nowhere, then we strip away every roundabout scheme, gather our strength, and press down on them head-on. With solid blades, spears, and flames of war, we will utterly crush and overturn the whole of Great Shang."
"Good!"
The other two were helpless as well.
Beyond the Zhaoge domain, in another stretch of the sky, rosy clouds spread out and auspicious qi wreathed the air. A slender, graceful figure who nevertheless held the authority of Heaven, Earth, and the Human Dao stood quietly deep within the clouds.
Nuwa's sleeves were white as snow, adorned with fine shards of heavenly light. Her features were calm and gentle, and the curve at the corner of her lips seemed both a smile and not a smile as she looked down from afar upon the imperial city of Zhaoge, firmly protected by Human Dao Destiny.
Yet that warmth was only a surface. Deep in her eyes hid a trace of cold anger and bone-piercing chill, revealing in full the