I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

The city itself was larger, too...

It resembled the Imperial City of a Divine Dynasty.

Both Hong Ying and Blackie were clad in Emperor Dragon Robes. Before them, the enemy forces dwarfed what the Netherworld King faced in sheer strength!

Their task was slightly different.

And far simpler, albeit brutally direct...

The first option: retreat, dragging along the remnants of the Divine Dynasty troops to regroup and recover strength.

The second option: fight to the death! Hold the city for seven days to succeed!

Both Hong Ying and Blackie chose the second method without hesitation.

Most others opted for the first.

The reasoning was simple—the disparity in strength was so vast that holding the city for even seven days seemed implausible. Amid the thunderous cavalry charges, the shattered walls would crumble in an instant!

Regrouping to recover strength seemed far wiser.

But Hong Ying and a small faction of Hegemony Hall’s cultivators believed—

Facing such a disparity in national power, to abandon the Imperial City meant they’d never have the ability to reclaim it.

The enemy’s absorption of their national power rendered them unmatched. With all resources lost, how could they ever launch a comeback?

Do you think you’re living in a novel?

Some people might pull that off, but in the end, such figures only exist as chosen ones.

More importantly...

Abandoning the Imperial City would signify the complete demise of its national destiny.

Without national destiny, the notion of rising again was nearly impossible.

Besides... the task only required holding the city for seven days, not repelling the enemy forces.

Hong Ying and the others naturally chose the second route.

Given the previous human nature test assigning her to Hegemony Hall, the second method was likely the optimal choice.

As for Blackie... he simply felt like he could enjoy a good fight.

He immediately picked the second method without much thought.

Suggesting the first option to him?

It’d likely be a greater torture than forcing him to practice culinary arts every day.

Without hesitation, he ordered his soldiers to fortify the walls.

Meanwhile, he himself plunged into the enemy ranks.

Truth be told.

Among those present, only Blackie had the capability to do that.

With the monstrous traits of his Holy Demon Bloodline, he could swiftly recover wounds and enhance his strength.

If injuries grew too severe to heal in time, he’d use his Directional Sky Thunder Escape Talisman to retreat to the walls, rest for a dozen breaths, and dive back into the fray!

...

In other relic sites scattered across the Chaos Divine Dynasty.

Within Mou Tian Hall.

Mu Wan’er and Mu Fusheng showcased their brilliance amid similar battlefield trials...

Well, Mu Fusheng didn’t exactly shine.

Throughout the trial, he remained exceptionally low-key.

He barely intervened himself, instead handing talismans to the soldiers and having them use the Heavenly Lightning Escape Talisman to infiltrate enemy ranks, plant killing talismans, then return using Directional Sky Thunder Escape Talismans.

He detonated the talismans simultaneously.

Mu Fusheng himself rarely participated directly.

To the cultivators who ventured into the Mou Tian Hall relic, Mu Fusheng appeared not to make much of a splash. Donned in the same armor as his troops, he blended into the ranks without drawing attention.

If those exploring Mou Tian Hall hadn’t paid close attention to Mu Fusheng, they’d struggle to identify who the actual candidate was within that independent space.

Of course.

Equally unconventional as Mu Fusheng was Xu Yeming...

Xu Yeming was entirely different.

Unlike the Buddhist cultivators who strategized from behind the scenes, playing the game like master tacticians—

He transformed into a pawn himself, diving directly onto the enemy’s chessboard...

Charging straight into the enemy forces...

Leaving the other cultivators in their independent spaces dumbfounded.

They watched as Xu Yeming shouted louder than the enemy soldiers themselves amidst their ranks:

”Kill! March together and crush the city!”

Once a City Lord guarding the city walls, he now assumed the role of an infiltrator—shouting to tear down the city’s barriers.

Who could understand this???