Leaving aside the Zhou Family's upheavals, Xu Yi's battle in the Divine Capital, where he annihilated an army of a hundred thousand in less than half an hour, had already become known throughout the world, causing an unimaginable uproar.
There was no need to speak of elsewhere. The entire Divine Capital was in a complete uproar.
The Naiman army and the Heavenly Buddha army stationed in the city withdrew from the Divine Capital at once.
The place where thirty thousand soldiers had filled the ground with corpses, centered around the Zhou Family's estate, became the Divine Capital's busiest attraction.
The Great Yue provisional court sent in no fewer than three thousand imperial guards, each carrying a Sumeru Ring. It took them several hours to collect all the bodies from the enormous pit.
Yet neither filling the pit with incense nor washing it with torrents of water did anything to diminish the murderous aura or the boundless stench of blood.
The vast city of the Divine Capital was utterly swept up in the uproar stirred by that bloodshed.
Years of oppression and the despondency of a fallen nation were washed away in a single day by this glorious slaughter.
Countless citizens poured out of their homes in their finest clothes, cheering and leaping with joy.
Countless shops hung red lanterns in broad daylight and draped themselves in colorful silk.
Many restaurants and teahouses even put up banners offering free hospitality.
The busiest places of all, though, were the printing shops. Pictures celebrating Great Yue's people and their eradication of the enemy rolled off the presses like flowing water, only to be snapped up even faster.
The curtains at every printing shop were pushed down by the crowds, and the frenzy was like a bloody battle.
Gongs and drums rang throughout the