Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 45 Battle of Saints
Esdeath glanced at Najenda's smiling face.

In the original course of her destiny, Najenda had always played a role of overall command and control.

Although he only commanded night raids, he was quite capable in both planning and strategy.

“A smart choice,” Esdeath said with a smile.

Najendan remained silent. She knew very well what her choice meant, but she made no choice.

Those who refuse to submit will die. She doesn't care much about that; the real problem is that the other members of the night raid will also die.

The most crucial thing is that the Empire made a change. Wasn't the original intention of the Night Raid to curb the corruption of the Empire?
Esdeath is doing better now.

Most importantly, the change in the empire rendered the original revolutionary army meaningless.

Moreover, Najendan saw the shadow of the former empire in the revolutionaries, now that the empire has changed.

Why resist at all?

Ultimately, it was the ordinary people of the empire who suffered.

To put it another way, if the empire hadn't changed, Najenda would never have submitted, even if it meant death. It's because the empire changed that Najenda submitted.

It's not because Esdeath is so strong, but because of the changes that have occurred in the Empire.

There's a reason for this; it wasn't just a sudden burst of domineering aura that caused Najenda to surrender.

“I hope I can negotiate with the Revolutionary Army,” Najenda said, thinking of Esdeath.

"If you're willing to do it, then go ahead," Esdeath said nonchalantly.

For Esdeath, revolutionaries were nothing to her; they were beings she could easily eliminate with a wave of her hand.

However, since Najenda was going to negotiate, Esdeath didn't care.

"I'll be waiting for you in the capital," Esdeath said calmly, countless figures beneath her feet...
Frost appeared, and an ice phoenix emerged at Esdeath's feet, carrying her back to the Imperial Capital.

After watching Esdeath leave.

Najenda then looked at the people who had launched the night raid.

"Boss, are we really going to surrender?" Lubbock asked Najendan, scratching his head.

Najenda nodded: "You've all seen the changes in the Empire. Now, our Night Raid has completely lost its purpose."

The others remained silent.

The purpose of night raids is to assassinate the corrupt elements of the empire.

However, now that most of the corrupt elements in the empire have been eliminated, who is the target of the Night Raid now?
"Could she be lying to us?" Leone asked, sounding quite excited.

"Do you think she needs to lie to us?" Najendan said slowly.

The others froze, as if there really was no need to lie to them.

Thinking of this, the others' expressions became somewhat strange, unnatural, and odd.

After all, they had always been at odds with the empire, but now they had actually submitted to it. Although it wasn't the same empire anymore, it still felt a bit strange.

“I’m going to the Revolutionary Headquarters,” Najendan said in a deep voice.

She had to go and visit the revolutionary army.

If the previous estimate of Esdeath's combat strength was that it would take 50,000 elite soldiers plus ten Imperial Arms users, including Akame, to defeat Esdeath, then of course this was just an estimate, and in reality, more troops would be needed.

This was Esdeath's fighting strength before she received the Heavenly Dao Monument's inheritance.

Currently, Esdeath's strength is such that she can easily suppress the entire world of Kill la Kill without any pressure.

Najenda went to the Revolutionary Army hoping they could let go of the past, as the Empire had changed and there was no need for further action.

However, Najenda was also somewhat uneasy, after all, power is a poison.

Especially for ordinary people.

Power is an incurable poison; can it really work?
Najenda didn't know either, but she just wanted to save those warriors who fought for justice in their hearts.

After all, if Esdeath were to actually make a move, the result could be the complete annihilation of the Revolutionary Army.

Wild world.

Millions of years have passed since Yuan Meng returned to Chaos Island.

For millions of years, Yuan Meng honed himself on Chaos Island.

As for a breakthrough, don't even think about it.

"Hmm?" Yuan Meng opened his eyes and looked out at the sky.

There, endless laws emerge, and the great paths of space intersect.

Yuan Meng's figure disappeared into the primordial wilderness and appeared in the chaos.

Endless purple mist permeated and intertwined.

A willow tree swayed its branches amidst the chaos, the space rippling like water. Yuan Meng watched this scene with a glint of light in his eyes.

Yang Mei is about to become a saint.

Sure enough it didn't take long.

The endless spatial path descends.

Countless purple wisps bloomed in the chaos, and golden lotuses surged.

Space shifts and vanishes, and endless time and space converge on this willow tree.

Countless phantom images of the world appeared on the willow tree.

Spacetime is constantly fluctuating.

Time passes slowly.

The endless purple aura vanished, and chaos returned to calm.

A figure with raised eyebrows appeared in the chaos.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on your attainment of Dao." Yuan Meng said slowly as he appeared before Yang Mei.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. Compared to you, I am quite ashamed," Yang Mei said to Yuan Meng with a hint of helplessness on his face.

He was once the number one sub-saint in the world.

When Yuan Meng achieved the status of a quasi-sage, he had already become a quasi-sage long before.

Yuan Meng, however, attained enlightenment a million years earlier than him.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. I was merely fortunate enough to arrive here," Yuan Meng said slowly, as endless time flowed beneath their feet.

"Fellow Daoist, do you wish to have a discussion on the Dao?" Yang Mei asked with a smile as he looked at Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng nodded.

"Then this old Daoist will accompany you on a discussion of the Dao," Yang Mei said with a smile. With a light tap of his fingertip, countless spaces vanished, worlds shifted, and the Dao pressed down upon Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng's eyes gleamed, his right hand forming a fist, and an aura of transcendence emanated from him, causing all the heavens to tremble.

With one punch, the endless chaos was pierced through.

Countless worlds were destroyed at that moment.

Yang Mei never expected that Yuan Meng would be so easily defeated by the Ancestral Monarch.

Yuan Meng's eyes shone with an endless brilliance, and he took a step forward, appearing before Yang Mei.

As he raised his eyebrows, time and space shifted before him, endless time and space were shattering. Although he was in this space, it was as if he were separated from countless heavens.

So close, yet it feels like we're separated by billions of worlds.

"Boundary-Severing Finger!!" Yuan Meng gently pointed a finger, and endless divine light erupted, dazzling and brilliant, as if it were the only light throughout eternity.

With a single finger, endless time and space were obliterated.

"Impressive skill." Yang Mei's eyes gleamed.

With his hands moving in a mudra, endless space rippled before Yang Mei's eyes appeared.

"All the heavens unite as one!!!"

Endless spacetime was annihilated and merged in Yang Mei's hands, transforming into the most secure prison in all the worlds.

Under the endless overlap of time and space, endless colors intertwine.

Yuanmeng was shrouded in these worlds.

"What is illusory will always be illusory, and what is eternal will always be eternal. The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, all worlds are illusions!"

Amidst the resounding demonic chants, Yuan Meng, with his long silver hair fluttering and exuding an aura of boundless grandeur, returned from all the myriad realms.

That most secure cage in the world is like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror, an illusion.

"The Way of Illusion and Reality, Fellow Daoist, you have a skillful hand." Yang Mei looked at this scene with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I never expected Yuan Meng to have such methods.

The way of illusion and reality is also the way of truth and falsehood.

Whether a thought is true or false, it all lies in a single thought.

"Fellow Daoist's methods are not bad either, turning the myriad worlds into a cage." Yuan Meng said slowly. As Yang Mei, who became a saint through the Great Dao of Space, his application of the Great Dao of Space, if not surpassing Yuan Meng, was not much worse than Yuan Meng's.

From chaos comes peace.

Yuan Meng did not make another move, nor was there any need for him to. Yang Mei had only just become a saint and was still far behind him.

This difference may seem small, but in reality it is like being worlds apart.

(End of this chapter)