The Conquering Army

The army of conquest took the jade talisman, absorbing the many pieces of information on it into his thoughts. After examining it slightly, Hong Yi knew it was a message Dream God Machine had sent him, concerning Dagan Emperor Yang Pan and Xu Yi's plans for a great migration.

"Of course. Go meet Dream God Machine alone first, then act according to the circumstances. We'll keep a close watch on Hong Xuanji." Auspicious Heaven licked her lips. "If the Immortal God King comes again to snatch Hong Xuanji away, we can get quite a bit of flesh and blood from his body."

Hong Yi pondered this, secretly shook his head, and with a flash of his body, ended his inspection of the customs of the people and the officials throughout the Ninety-Nine Provinces, returning to the I Ching Pavilion.

Dragon Maiden Ao Luan said.

He wanted to move all the core descendants of his family into the Great Thousand World and have them all pass the lightning tribulations.

"Even if I improve further, I would not dare rashly charge at the Yang God." Dream God Machine looked at Hong Yi and smiled faintly.

"Let us look at the situation of this great migration. Once we have seen everything clearly, we will lie in ambush here and kill Xu Yi in one stroke."

Yet preaching generally chose times of chaos. Now that Hong Yi and Yang Gan had created an unprecedented age of prosperity, there were still countless people spreading teachings. That was rather strange.

Countless leaders spoke words of conquest to the innumerable people before them.

Within the turbulent currents of the Void, Dream God Machine wore a tall crown and formal robes, his feathered garments flowing freely. He still had those eyes that seemed "heartless in the Dao, yet