Zhunti's withered finger suddenly traced across the air, and the Eight Treasures Merit Pool reflected a scene from the North Sea.
A thousand miles of frozen wasteland, with demonic aura soaring into the sky!
The banners of Yuan Futong's seventy-two rebel armies whipped wildly in the bitter wind, while the roars of the icefield yao mo shook the earth.
Countless hideous yao mo rode blood-soaked winds and clouds, clashing in a brutal battle with the black-armored army of Chong Houhu, Marquis of Bei.
Reports of Chong Houhu's steady retreat flew to Zhaoge like snowflakes.
"The North Sea... Yuan Futong..."
The corner of Zhunti's mouth curled into a trace of cold amusement, and a glint of icy light flashed in his eyes.
"A mere rebellion on the icefields, with yao mo as its followers, would ordinarily be no cause for concern.
"If Wen Zhong were there, he could quell it with a flick of his finger.
"But now, this rebellion is the perfect pawn for prying at Heaven's Mandate and undermining the foundations of the Interception Sect!"
With a gaze as sharp as lightning, Zhunti pierced the barriers of space and time, fixing his attention on the stately Prime Minister's Mansion in Zhaoge City.
"Though the Human Emperor is blessed with fortune, even we Sages cannot harm him directly. But... the Human Race is, in the end, no more than ants."
A faint beam of Nirvana Buddha Light seeped from his fingertip, merging silently into the void.
Its target was none other than Shang Rong, the Imperial Chancellor of the Shang Dynasty, bent over his desk reviewing memorials!
Zhaoge, the Imperial Chancellor's study in his mansion.
On a bronze candlestick, a massive tallow candle crackled and burned, stretching Shang Rong's bent-over shadow long across the room.
His brow furrowed deeply as