Temüjin moved quickly. Great Yuan's iron cavalry was a rising star, brimming with vitality and vigorous strength.
Unfortunately, only after taking control of the south did Temüjin understand what it meant to struggle at every step.
A single army dispatched by one of the surrounding imperial dynasties had beaten his forces back again and again.
What surprised Temüjin, however, was that the pure-blooded Human Race had changed its attitude toward the Demon-Human Race. Rather than driving them out, they seemed intent on handing over the territory they had conquered.
They did, however, force him to abolish the policy of dividing the Human Race into four classes.
Temüjin was no fool. He had long suspected the prophet's identity, and now it could only be that prophet who had acted.
"Fellow Daoist, you have lost!"
On the eastern and western battlefield, Wu Tian's smile remained gentle. With his palms pressed together, he sat cross-legged atop the Black Lotus and shook his head. "This humble monk has not yet lost!"
The Taiji Diagram covered the heavens and obscured the sun. One yin and one yang seemed like living spirits as they swam back and forth within it.
Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao, Yuding, Jin Ling, Turtle Spirit, Wudang, and many other Hunyuan experts of the Dao Sect surrounded Wu Tian. At this crucial moment, even Chijingzi had dragged his heavily wounded body into the Taiji Diagram.
"Such a grand display from all of you fellow Daoists truly leaves this humble monk flattered." Wu Tian looked around and smiled warmly.
"This time, we will not let you escape again." Guangchengzi held the Heaven-Flipping Seal in his palm and spoke gravely.
"Rest assured, everyone. This humble monk will not flee today."
"That would be for the best. It would save your reputation from being tarnished," Xuandu