The tumultuous years have splintered, fate spins around in reincarnation; her life was muddled, tirelessly advancing, like a rootless weed, floating in the world.

She stands alone, without roots.

The heavens rain down blessings, yet it doesn't reach her, and she arrives in this era.

In this chaotic world, holding the Commander's Seal, facing the God.

No one desires survival more than Wen Yuqing, but she is well aware that only those with power have the right to make such a claim.

At this moment, she is exceedingly calm, with no ripples in her heart.

At this moment, she gazes at the God, standing with her hands behind her back, her long dress swaying, her hair dancing, rendering her strikingly ethereal and peerless in this silent Dead Sea.

A flawless visage stirs gentle ripples.

That is a smile.

Elegaunt yet graceful, magnificent yet noble.

As if she is the true God, overlooking the world ahead.

Peng!

The second Commander's Seal is thrown by her.

"I come from the mortal world..." Wen Yuqing whispered.

The third Commander's Seal.

"Born of the Wen Dynasty."

The fourth Commander's Seal.

"Today, as a princess of the dynasty, I summon you back. If you hear my voice, please lend me your strength, for I wish to slay the God." She rises on tiptoe, her head held high, eyes gently closed...

Then she sends out the fifth Commander's Seal.

The Wen Dynasty had thirteen mighty battalions.

Of course, she has yet to gather them all; she has only five at hand, the sixth is with Zi Ji.

The Commander's Seal floats mid-air, emitting thick black mist, avenues of secret power fiercely shooting into the heavens and earth.

Following this, countless ancient soldiers crawl from the earth, emerge from deep within the hills, awaken from beneath the lakes, one after another...

Their expressions vacant, muddled, long stripped of their Divine Soul, left with decayed bodies, writhing slowly and reforming.

This summoning is not of Heroic Spirits, but of the legions of old.

They begin moving in this direction, reaching the edge of the Dead Sea within a few steps and continuing forward.

Dense and endless.

Coming from all directions.

Astride in armor are generals, formidable, though dead for many years, their prowess is apparent; also, squads of soldiers, gripping spears, bodies pierced, limbs severed, even heads fallen, unimaginable, how fierce and terrifying the battles of the past were.

To the dynasty, their fate tragic.

The legions surge into the Dead Sea...

Soon reaching Wen Yuqing's side, she slowly opens her eyes, her nose tingling.

These are the dynasty's legions, the dynasty's brave men, though fallen for years, still remember their mission.

With the Commander's Seal in hand, she can summon them.

Thinking of this, bitterness fills her heart.

After tens of thousands of years, the dynasty is gone, turned to dust, these deceased soldiers should find peace, enter reincarnation, seek a new beginning.

Yet they remain in the world, obeying the Commander's Seal.

The dynasty owes them too much.

"The first battalion, Liu Su, reporting to the princess." A headless knight arrives, riding a horse full of holes...

Liu Su.

Wen Yuqing's eyes redden, barely able to control her emotions.

He was a mighty general of the dynasty.

On the day of the dynasty's catastrophe, Liu Su was the first to battle; even as the chaos ended, he remained steadfast, not retreating.

Later, the situation was too chaotic, and she did not find Liu Su's figure, not knowing what became of the Great General.

To see him now.

His body pierced by much Sword Qi, still bleeding, though it is black blood, terrifying, head blown apart.

Yet his form, still upright, holding a long spear, as if in ages past, fighting for the dynasty.

"The second battalion, Liu Yang, reporting to the princess..." A figure not so burly, ordinary in appearance, silently arrives before her.

Quietly kneeling.

Wen Yuqing gazes intently at him.

Liu Yang bears no injuries because he died terribly, slain by the God in one strike, leaving no remains, now arrives not as a decayed body, but as resentment and resolve.

"Do you blame me?" Wen Yuqing, bitter.

"The fifth battalion, Poison Master, reporting to the princess..."

"The eighth battalion, Meng Yan, reporting to the princess."

"The ninth battalion, Luo Yang, reporting to the princess." The last Great General approaches from behind.

A very young man, with jade-like features, tall figure, the most handsome among the battalions.

His achievements are vast and countless.

He was one of the leaders of the protective legion, in times of catastrophe, his presence was often seen bustling around Wenliang and Wen Yuqing.

Though not joining the battle, no one can dismiss his merits.

Wen Yuqing remembers Luo Yang's final words: "Keep walking, don't look back."

He smiled brightly, unrestrained.

"Royal legion, reporting to the princess!" Countless soldiers kneel on one knee, facing Wen Yuqing, a spectacular sight...

For a moment, Wen Yuqing was lost.

Peng!

The God attacks, a hand strikes out, Power of the Great Tao, Heaven and Earth Laws explosively unfold, suddenly pressing down on the world.

A terrifying confinement, like a hand clutching the throat, making Wen Yuqing unable to breathe.

She regains composure, her gaze dark, unmoving.

Facing the God's onslaught, she does not order an attack, instead... she steps forward, her shadow like Liu, the peerless aura fully displayed at this moment.

A flawless face suffused with endless kill intent.

Boom!

Wen Yuqing also launches an attack, decisively, power of faith densely intermingled, fiercely challenging the God.

Incredibly, amidst the clash, she does not fall behind.

Her body steady, as if Mount Tai.

The God ahead is stunned, how can an ant shake a God?

This scene confounds him.

Even if the Wen Dynasty had not fallen, if Wenliang still lived, could he, with his demigod form, enter here and deliver his strongest strike, yet still be unable to resist?

But now?

His Dharma dazzling, covering the sky, golden eyes disbelievingly gazing forward.

Is there power in the mortal world to resist a God?

Yet she is no anomaly, merely a stubborn ant.

Thinking of this, the God regains consciousness, misconception... Then, again, he attacks, the golden hand strikes down, swiftly magnifying, like the Heavenly Hand.

Confinement, slaughter, Power of the Great Tao, Heaven and Earth Laws, and all kinds of strong powers, envelop this hand, instantly, power explodes.

The God is immensely self-assured.

As the strongest presence in the world, beyond invincible; if he strikes, those below are almost obliterated, no one can resist.

Even if this person comes from the dynasty of old, what of it?

For he has the Mighty Power of the God, the God's Principle, the God's Order...

His eyes gleaming, mouth curling, as if he foresees such a scene.