Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 130: Returning to Court After the Battle_1

"How goes the preparation?" Scorpion Shadow’s crimson gaze fell upon Venomous Fang, his dual pincers whipping around, sending forth gusts of wind.

"My master, everything is prepared," Venomous Fang responded with utmost respect.

"Good! Well done! When the tribe revives, I will report to the Clan Leader and commend you, allowing you to enter the sacred land for cultivation!" Scorpion Shadow was overjoyed, swishing his poisonous stinger tail, his eyes revealing intense ecstasy. After hundreds of thousands of years of recuperation, they had finally seen this day.

Their tribe, known as the Sand Scorpion Clan, had once ruled a region 500,000 years ago, not at all inferior to the Light God’s Divine Court—perhaps even surpassing it.

However, after offending powerful enemies, coupled with internal strife and natural disasters, their strength was greatly weakened. They had no choice but to retreat underground and live in darkness.

The vast desert sea, the Nine Sacred Domains, the Ghost Tomb, and other regions were once the territory of the Sand Scorpion Clan.

Here, they created a King-grade Sacred Domain! Here, they began their decline!

"Thank you, Master!" Venomous Fang kowtowed hastily. If he could enter the sacred land of the Sand Scorpion Clan, he could definitely break through to the much-sought-after Saint Realm and secure a place for himself within the clan.

"HEHEHE..." cackled Scorpion Shadow. "When the Path to Immortality appears, our clan will inevitably bathe the world in blood and recreate Heaven and Earth!" Laughing heartily, his figure faded and retreated into the stone platform as if he had never appeared.

Across the vast desert sea, within the other twelve sacred domains, the earth buried by sand dunes shimmered with a faint red glow. Gusting winds swept away the sand, faintly revealing stone platforms covered with arcane patterns.

"Respectfully seeing you off, My Lord!" Venomous Fang kowtowed once more. After three breaths, he straightened up, his usual arrogant demeanor returning. Looking in a certain direction, he murmured to himself, The Heaven Worship Ceremony... that will be the day the heavens change...

Suddenly, the dry and hot Void turned chillingly cold. The surrounding temperature plummeted. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

「Imperial Capital!」

Paths of light descended from the Void. Under the glow of the morning sun, they emitted a faint golden halo, like guiding lights to the Immortal Realm, utterly divine.

After Yuan Tiangang established the "Nine Dragons’ Pattern," the Imperial Capital was suspended in mid-air. To solve the inconvenience of travel, he laid out a Formation around the city, connecting it to the ground.

People merely had to stand on the Formation to enter or exit the city, making it very convenient.

"How exciting! The Royal Army is about to return to court!"

"After over a month of campaigning and expanding our territory by tens of thousands of miles, we must welcome our heroes home with the grandest ceremony!"

Without needing direction, countless citizens of Great Qin, dressed in festive attire, descended from the city. They gathered in the vast square on the ground below, eagerly awaiting.

A red carpet, extending more than twenty miles, led from the transport Formation, with crowds of commoners lining both sides.

Every mile, court musicians played delightful melodies.

At the end of the red carpet, Emperor Qin, accompanied by Qin Wudao and all civil and military officials, stood waiting for the army’s triumphant return. Joy illuminated every face.

An hour later, an army appeared on the distant horizon. Banners and flags filled the sky. The character ’Qin’ embroidered on them billowed in the wind, blazing with a magnificent radiance.

The heavy THUD, THUD, THUD of marching feet echoed continuously.

Zhao Yun and Lv Bu rode at the fore, weapons in hand, emanating a potent Evil Qi. It was clear they had just returned from the battlefield.

The million-strong army followed, their steps perfectly synchronized, their expressions impassive, yet radiating an overwhelming aura.

"My son! I see my son!" an old woman in the crowd spotted her son among the soldiers. She wanted to rush forward and embrace him but feared disrupting the marching column. Instead, she stood her ground, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Under the watchful eyes of the multitude, Zhao Yun and Lv Bu arrived before Emperor Qin. They raised their weapons slightly, and the army behind them halted.

"Your humble general, Zhao Yun, pays respects to Your Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Your humble general, Lv Bu, pays respects to Your Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Both men dismounted and performed a military salute. Their strong, resonant voices echoed through the heavens.

"Esteemed subjects, please rise quickly!" Emperor Qin stepped forward, extending a hand to help Zhao Yun and Lv Bu up, his expression amiable. To receive a salute from two Saints, my reign has not been in vain.

"Many thanks, Your Majesty!" After rising, Zhao Yun and Lv Bu positioned themselves behind Qin Wudao. Their action unequivocally demonstrated to the world where their true allegiance lay.

"Soldiers, you have endured much!" Emperor Qin was not angered by their display. Gazing at the troops, at this transformed legion, he nodded in satisfaction. With such a formidable army, we can repel any invader.

"For His Majesty! For Great Qin! For the people! This is no hardship!" the million soldiers roared, their eyes blazing, radiating the brilliance of their faith.

It was this faith that forged their iron will, allowing them to be indomitable on the battlefield, ever-victorious, ever-unconquerable. Faith is power!

Hearing these words, countless onlookers shed tears. Many young people secretly resolved to cultivate diligently, to one day join the army and protect their homeland.

Considering the soldiers’ arduous journey, the welcoming ceremony concluded quickly. The generals led their troops back to camp to rest and recuperate.

Vast quantities of supplies were delivered to the military camp shortly thereafter. That day, the army celebrated boisterously, the soldiers drinking to their hearts’ content!

The tension and fatigue of war dissolved completely. Amidst songs and toasts, they celebrated their survival.

The soldiers’ revelry, however, had little to do with the Imperial Court. On the contrary, the court was now mired in activity. First was the matter of rewarding meritorious service, followed by calculating the number of martyrs and disbursing their pensions.

Finally, and most importantly, Emperor Qin issued an edict: he would abdicate the throne to the Crown Prince at the beginning of the next month—that is, in ten days.

When the order was given, the court fell silent! The civil and military officials remained quiet; there was no opposition. Instead, they all knelt and kowtowed.

"Henceforth, court assemblies shall be presided over by the Crown Prince!" Emperor Qin waved his hand and rose, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. The instant he spoke of leaving the throne, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if a colossal mountain that had been pressing down on him had vanished.

After Emperor Qin departed, Qin Wudao walked to the side of the imperial throne but did not sit. Standing, he issued his first command: "Ministers, the empire has just conquered the Nine Sacred Domains. They must be stabilized as swiftly as possible. Upon returning to your respective ministries, draft your proposals. We shall discuss them in ten days."

"His Highness is wise!" Of course, the ministers had no objections. Even if they did, they wouldn’t dare voice them now.

"Furthermore," Qin Wudao continued, a trace of sorrow in his voice, "the court shall allocate special funds to provide double compensation to the families of the fallen soldiers. In eight days, a state funeral will be held to honor these heroes of Great Qin."

The ministers’ expressions grew somber. Regardless of the era, those who die for their country always deserve the utmost respect.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Bai Qi stepped forward and saluted respectfully, tears welling in his eyes. This bow was on behalf of the millions of Great Qin soldiers, thanking Qin Wudao.

Holding a state funeral for common soldiers was unprecedented in the history of the Qin Dynasty. For Qin Wudao to issue such an order, he truly possessed the bearing of a Great Emperor.

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