The mighty military force of the Datu Dynasty flew toward the weak and frail Zheng State.
When they entered Zheng State territory, countless commoners brought provisions and flocked to them, welcoming them fervently. One after another, they joined the Datu army as vanguards, wishing they could personally devour the flesh and blood of Zheng State officials.
The crimson military might stretched to the heavens, blotting out the sky and filling the river of stars.
Along the way, it could hardly be called war. It was simply the acceptance of surrender. One minor chiliocosm after another, one city after another, surrendered at the mere sight of them and voluntarily joined the royal army of Datu.
Unparalleled ecstasy, yearning for the future, dreams of establishing a unified dynasty—all of it utterly filled the hearts of Datu's civil and military officials, as well as its countless soldiers. They thought of nothing else.
Even King Tu was the same.
Tu Sanyi had completely immersed himself in the lofty ambition of expanding his territory and unifying the world, utterly forgetting his past worries.
Unbeknownst to him, the favor of the Human Path had completely vanished at some point.
The Human Path would never wholly belong to any single human being. The Human Path would always act from the perspective of humanity as a whole.
When a living being lost its value to humanity, favor naturally became impossible to speak of.
After losing the Human Path's favor, Tu Sanyi was bewitched by the dynasty's fortune. It had become difficult for him to regain clarity. He had turned into a monster controlled by the ignorant fortune of the dynasty, moving along with it.
In the distant sky, a gaze containing a trace of complexity appeared, seeing him off.
Seeing off six thousand years of watchfulness.
"A king