Divine light descended from the heavens.
It fell from above the nine heavens onto the golden desert. The Dao Court's gaze had turned to this place of sacrifice.
At the center of the Altar of Heaven stood the founding ruler of the Datu Dynasty, King Tu.
Arrayed around King Tu were civil officials and military commanders, renowned kings and powerful ministers. Below them knelt generals of every rank and officials of every kind, down to lieutenants, camp officers, squad leaders, and troop leaders. Hundreds of millions of elite soldiers and fierce commanders who had founded the dynasty were gathered here.
Not one person was an exception.
Whether they had defected to King Zheng or followed King Tu from beginning to end, they all met the same fate. There was not the slightest difference.
"Haha!"
"Hahaha..."
Tu Sanyi was pinned down by an inexplicable force. He could not move a muscle; suicide was a vain hope.
He swept his gaze around him, lingering on the civil officials, fierce commanders, dukes, marquises, and earls who had betrayed him. Suddenly, he burst into wild laughter. "You useless fools, you treacherous ministers! I thought your betrayal would at least earn you something."
"But no. Exactly the same."
"Exactly the same! Exactly the same... Hahahahaha... Haha..."
Tu Sanyi laughed like a madman.
His laughter rang across the wilderness, jolting many devout-looking nobles awake. They looked around, then down at themselves kneeling on the ground, unable to move as though bound. Horror seized them.
"Mountain God!"
"You said I could be pardoned! You said I could live in wealth and honor!" a second-rank general roared.
"I am a devout believer!"
"I am a devout believer! You cannot kill me. The Emperor will be furious..." the venerable chancellor shouted.
"The gods love all people. How could they