All Ants Beneath the Divine Sword

"Great Ancestor Emperor, please bless the Mo family's royal bloodline to continue."

Meanwhile, Mo Tianming had people set up a high platform at the grave. Incense and candles filled the table before the offering. After bowing nine times, he reached out and grabbed the Xuanyuan Sword before him.

"Buzz."

A humming sound suddenly erupted from the treasured sword. Countless sword energies shot out wildly across the land. Wherever the sword energy passed, it was utterly destructive.

Mo Tianming's heart leaped in alarm. He thought, This treasured sword of the Great Ancestor Emperor is truly extraordinary, possessing such immense power. But just then, a golden light flashed from the sword, instantly repelling Mo Tianming.

Although Mo Tianming wasn't as disheveled as Yan Luotian, he still stumbled back two or three steps.

"What's going on?" Mo Tianming demanded angrily.

The sword had clearly recognized him as a descendant of the Mo family just now, so why wouldn't it let him take it?

Seeing that Mo Tianming also couldn't wield the treasure, Yan Luotian let out a scoff. What was the point of such a grand display if he still couldn't get it?

Yan Luotian's smug expression infuriated Mo Tianming.

"Your Majesty, please do not be anxious. Perhaps this sword seeks a younger descendant of the Mo family," Elder Huli offered from the side.

Since ancient times, divine weapons and sharp blades possessed their own sentience. Ordinary weapons could be used by anyone, but sentient divine objects were different.

Elder Huli mused that this must be the reason.

"Good." Mo Tianming followed his advice and immediately ordered people to the Harem to summon all the royal offspring born to the consorts of the three palaces and six courtyards.

With this commotion, the solemn royal mausoleum suddenly became lively. Many consorts, adorned with makeup and dressed in colorful robes, gathered together like a flock of orioles and swallows, turning the place into a beautiful fashion show.

Mo Tianming declared loudly, "Today, I, your Emperor, will make a decision. If any of my sons or daughters can take this sword in their hands, then regardless of gender, they shall become the Crown Prince and the next ruler of Mulian."

"Ah!"

A chorus of consorts covered their cherry lips in disbelief. After all their years of fighting for favor, the position of Crown Prince was now to be decided by a mere broken sword. How arbitrary!

However, many consorts were also extremely excited. Since they had given birth to daughters, if their daughters had a chance to compete for the position of Crown Prince, it would truly be the greatest news.

"So that's how it is. Then let my son try first!" said a plump woman with a large waist and powerful build. This was the Empress of Mulian, who immediately claimed the first turn.

"Sister Empress, that's not right. I think my son should try first," a concubine objected, immediately disagreeing.

"Go to hell, you little slut! Who do you think you are?" The Empress, with the demeanor of a shrew, glared with her small, beady eyes on her plump face. With a sweep of her arm, she slapped the concubine, sending her spinning like a top.

"Oh! The Empress is hitting someone! Your Majesty, please dispense justice for this concubine! I can't live!" The concubine, dizzy and disoriented from the slap, cried out dramatically and lunged towards Mo Tianming, seeking comfort.

"Your Majesty, Sister Baihe is too overbearing! She openly hit Sister Malong. You must intervene," a concubine named Xiaolu also seized the opportunity, surrounding Mo Tianming with other consorts, chattering incessantly.

"Enough!" Mo Tianming roared in anger, scattering the group of vixen-like women around him. At a time like this, they're still bothering me.

"As the Empress said, let the First Prince try to take the sword first."

Upon hearing Mo Tianming's words, the First Prince, born to the Empress, arrogantly stepped forward. He moved his large, flabby belly and reached out to grab the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Go, son! Mother will make you a roasted whole pig later," the plump Empress secretly cheered her son on.

Buzz!

"Ah!" The First Prince was suddenly flung away by the Xuanyuan Sword. His body, a mass of fat, fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. He was unconscious.

"Next."

Seeing that the First Prince was not the one recognized by the Xuanyuan Sword, Mo Tianming waved his hand, signaling for him to be carried away.

The Second Prince was a scrawny monkey who looked malnourished, with a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks. His thin frame looked like it could be blown away by the wind.

Before he could even touch the Xuanyuan Sword, he was repelled by the energy emanating from it and sent flying to who-knows-where.

"Next."

"Father, hug," a three-year-old toddler, held by a concubine, cried out to Mo Tianming, wanting a hug. Mo Tianming's head throbbed.

After going back and forth, all the children before him had tried, and none could lift the peerless divine weapon.

Mo Tianming knelt at the grave, filled with despair. Since the Great Ancestor Emperor released this treasured sword, why won't he let me take it? What is the reason for this?

Just then, the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly moved. It transformed into a red light and shot towards the depths of the imperial palace.

Mo Tianming and Yan Luotian's pupils contracted. They hurriedly used their respective abilities to pursue it.

The Cold Palace.

"Mother Consort, when will Father Emperor come to see Youyou? Youyou has grown so big and still hasn't seen what Father Emperor looks like!"

In the Cold Palace, a fourteen-year-old girl, dressed in tattered, patched clothes, sat on a small stool, resting her chin on her hands.

"Soon, your Father Emperor is very busy," the beautiful woman before the girl said with a haggard expression.

This was a concubine Mo Tianming had banished to the Cold Palace, named Murong Wan.

Since her banishment, Mo Tianming had never visited. He hadn't even shown concern when she gave birth, and she was often bullied by palace maids and eunuchs. Her life was exceedingly difficult.

"Huh? Mother Consort, is something flying towards us in the sky?" Mo Youyou widened her bright, watery eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like tiny fans.

"Whoosh."

In an instant, a long sword landed in the small courtyard, embedding itself directly into the ground before Mo Youyou.

This scene startled Murong Wan, who quickly put down the clothes she was washing and shielded Mo Youyou behind her.

"Wow, so magical!"

Mo Youyou poked the sword hilt with a finger, and the long sword immediately hummed, emitting a pleasant glow.

"Crack." Mo Youyou's small hand grabbed it, and the incredibly heavy Xuanyuan Sword was easily lifted into her hands. With a slight wave of the sword, a thunderous roar echoed, and the tall surrounding wall in the distance instantly turned to dust.

At the same time, Mo Tianming and the others also heard the commotion and rushed over, their faces filled with shock at the sight.

"Mo Tianming, what are you doing here?" Murong Wan's expression changed slightly as she saw Mo Tianming slowly descending from the sky, glaring at him like an enemy.

"This is my daughter, isn't it?" Mo Tianming's attention was entirely on Mo Youyou, who was playing with the Xuanyuan Sword. He asked curiously, "What's her name?"

"Mo Youyou," Murong Wan replied with a cold face.

"A good name," Mo Tianming said, scooping the confused Mo Youyou into his arms. He declared loudly, "I, the Emperor, announce today that this girl will be the Crown Prince of my Mu Lan Empire from this day forward, its future ruler!"

The next day!

"Soldiers, bleed with me!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Saber, mounted on her horse, led the charge with a hundred thousand vanguard troops, plunging into the heart of the Mu Lan Empire. They cut through enemy lines, capturing dozens of military strongholds along the way. This lightning-fast strategy caught the Mu Lan Empire completely off guard.

Simultaneously, Xie Biyan and Xie Shan led disciples of the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate, while Yun Shan and Yun Yun led disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, each commanding hundreds of thousands of troops on the left and right flanks, coordinating with the vanguard.

Na Lan Yan Ran and her grandfather, Nalan Jie, led their army to block the path of the Yan Luo Empire's reinforcements.

The battlefield was engulfed in flames and smoke. With Dou Ancestors and Dou Emperors on the field, they were almost invincible. The more than ten legions advanced like a whirlwind, effortlessly reaching the outskirts of the Mu Lan Imperial Capital.

With the army at the city gates, the citizens within panicked, but for the Jia Ma Empire, the fall of the Mu Lan Imperial Capital would mean an undisputed victory.

"I am Yan Luotian, the Sect Master of the Golden Goose Sect. Who dares to fight me to the death?"

Yan Luotian stood atop the walls of the Mu Lan Imperial Capital, exuding the imposing aura of Zhang Fei, the lone defender.

His power as a Seven-Star Dou Ancestor forced Xie Biyan and Yun Shan to retreat, unwilling to confront him. Countless legions wavered, hesitant to advance.

"Oaths, Sword of Victory!"

Just as Yan Luotian sighed about the loneliness of being invincible, a golden sword light that shook heaven and earth pierced through the sky, descending upon Yan Luotian.

"Whoa!"

Yan Luotian, terrified, was struck by the energy, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body crashed into the ruins, his fate unknown.

"Long live My King!"

"Jia Ma will win!"

"Long live My King!"

"Jia Ma will win!"

The morale of all the soldiers surged.

From afar, Saber waved her long sword and said, "Attack."

Below the city, millions of soldiers were eager for battle, forming a sea of people that completely surrounded the Mu Lan Imperial Capital.

Upon receiving the order, the generals and soldiers attacked the east, west, north, and south gates. Arrows rained down from the city walls, and giant stones were hurled from below. The screams of agony and despair were endless.

Mo Tianming, accompanied by a squadron of royal guards, ascended the city wall, holding a girl's hand in each of his.

"Youyou, my dear daughter, the survival of the Mo family royalty rests on you," Mo Tianming said, squatting down and placing his hands on Mo Youyou's shoulders.

The dignified ruler of a nation placed his hopes on a little girl.

Mo Youyou looked confused but numbly nodded.

She raised her slender arm and swung the Xuanyuan Sword towards the dense enemy forces below the city wall.

"Rumble..."

A sword light that swept across the battlefield appeared, carrying world-destroying power as it struck down.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Tens of thousands of attacking soldiers below the city were hit by the sword light, their bodies exploding into bloody mist. Those above Dou Spirit and below Dou Master rank vomited blood and fell to the ground.

However, Mo Youyou casually swung the sword again, and a terrifying scene unfolded. A wave of wails rose from below the city, with severed limbs and rolling heads creating rivers of blood.

"Not good, sound the retreat!" Xie Biyan and Yun Shan exclaimed in horror. Who was the expert on the city wall, possessing such divine power?

Seeing the opponent's formidable strength, Saber immediately charged forward, her sword aimed directly at Mo Youyou, who held the Xuanyuan Sword.

But Mo Youyou remained unfazed, lightly blocking with the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Clang!"

The two swords clashed with earth-shattering force, sending shockwaves rippling outwards, knocking everyone off balance.

"Ah!" With a sudden cry of pain, saber was sent flying by Mo Youyou's sword, tumbling dozens of times on the ground before coming to a halt.

Mo Tianming was overjoyed. Even a peak Dou Ancestor wasn't Mo Youyou's opponent, which showed just how powerful this treasured sword was.

"Retreat!" Saber's mouth bled as she was no longer able to fight. She hastily retreated with countless wounded soldiers.

"Trying to run? No way!" Mo Tianming, ecstatic, quickly ordered his three armies to pursue and attack the retreating enemy.

As the saying goes, fortunes change. After a day and a night of pursuit, Mulan had reclaimed its lost territories.

Seeing such a favorable situation, the King of Yanluo proposed that the Mulan and Yanluo armies join forces the next day to attack Jiama, making them taste the same bitterness.

Of course, the prerequisite was Mo Youyou and the treasured sword in her hand.