A Legend About Mu Xiu

The southwestern region of Great Xia was a land of splendid beauty.

Since Great Xia had held the upper hand in the early stages of the war, the flames of battle had never reached this place.

Besides, Jiangnan had always been prosperous, and its people had weathered wave after wave of exorbitant taxes and levies.

Though the burden on the people had grown heavier, they could still manage to scrape together enough to eat.

But ever since the Supreme Emperor of Great Xia arrived, he had been determined to complete the Dragon Roar Nine Heavens Array as quickly as possible. Not only had he forcibly conscripted an army of several million, he had also led them in a campaign of slaughter and pillage.

Anyone caught hiding even a single spirit stone was mercilessly executed. The once-beautiful Jiangnan had become a living hell.

At that moment—

In an open expanse somewhere in Jiangnan,

hundreds of soaring towers stood, piercing the clouds. Seen from above, they formed a vast array, and millions of cultivators had been captured and forced to build it as slaves.

"Old Ancestor, this is killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!"

The last Pseudo-Emperor of Great Xia looked bewildered, unable to understand the point of doing this.

Even if they really did defeat the Qin family with the help of the Dragon Roar Nine Heavens Yellow River Array, such large-scale slaughter and pillaging would surely earn them the contempt of all the Ancient Wasteland.

By then, forget about reclaiming lost territory—even holding on to Jiangnan would be a problem.

"Everyone's going to die. Who cares about the chickens?!"

The Supreme Emperor of Great Xia said coldly, "If the Great Xia Royal Family no longer exists, what do we need the Ancient Wasteland for?!"

"Ah!"

The Pseudo-Emperor sighed