Great Qian, due to its unique geographic location, bordered no fewer than seven kingdoms, the strongest of which were the four great nations ruled by Royal Clan Players.
This was also one of the reasons Wang Xuan had not fought Yang Pan for the throne after learning about the state of the world.
As one of the Players, he had already seen it clearly: if Great Qian had not occupied a portion of this world's fortune, the Son of the Great Thousand and the Son of the Epoch would both have been born in Great Qian.
To avoid disrupting the course of the plot, Great Qian would likely have long since been destroyed, and the Yang Imperial Clan would have ceased to exist.
However, with Yang Pan ascending the throne and Hong Xuanji assisting him, the situation might yet change.
"I'm so happy! Fighting! Hell yeah!"
"I'm f***ing here!"
Wang Xuan watched everything unfolding on the battlefield, ecstatic. With a long howl, he charged into the fray.
A layer of gentle Creation Azure Light spread around him, and lightning and fire scattered the moment they touched it.
"Excellent!"
"Creation God-Slaying Finger!"
Three Yin Spirits resembling temple priests joined forces before him, unleashing a pillar of crimson flame. Wang Xuan neither dodged nor evaded, merely tapping forward with his fingertip as a streak of azure light shot out.
The azure light looked slender, yet it contained the principles of creation and destruction. The crimson fire pillar collapsed on contact, while the remaining force continued onward, effortlessly piercing through the three Yin Spirits.
The three priests exploded before they could even scream, turning into fragments of thought that filled the sky.
Wang Xuan opened his mouth and inhaled. The Creation Azure Light swept forth, drawing every fragment into his soul.
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