A Living People Turn to Resentment, Resentment Fills the Heavens

He turned his body into a talisman and charged against the nine heavens.

As a figure shattered amid the rolling thunder, flesh and blood melting away, a phantom seemed to fly out of a cocoon.

Accompanied by the countless white banners and the talisman papers hanging from them, it smashed through bolt after bolt of thunder and shot into the low-hanging leaden clouds. The clouds fell still, then contracted violently before exploding.

A mass of leaden clouds was suddenly torn apart, then scattered in every direction, layer upon layer, ring after ring, retreating tens of thousands of miles until it vanished beyond sight.

The land stretching tens of thousands of miles around grew indescribably dark, yet hollow. A thin haze seemed to shroud everything, and within it, talismans flickered in and out of view. A sound seemed to rise, bounded by the sky, echoing back and forth.

"Heaven won't let me live, so I'll perish with Heaven..."

"..."

Across the four prefectures and seven provinces, hundreds of thousands of sleeping commoners were roused by that voice, expressions unlike any they had ever worn appearing on their faces.

It was as if someone had forced open their skulls and poured in sounds they had never heard before.

"What happened?"

As that furious roar echoed through the dreams of hundreds of thousands of commoners, countless people in King Changping's army also felt their scalps tighten. An unimaginable oppression settled over their hearts.

They looked up at the sky. The leaden clouds had scattered, and they could see nothing, yet something in that empty expanse seemed to fill them with dread.

At that moment, King Changping was hosting the heads of the great clans and vassal families. They had agreed that once they crushed this unruly army, they would use it as their