My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The thick, purple lightning bolt pierced into the crater without any obstruction.

The lightning bolt traveled down the deep volcanic passage and slammed into the dark purple ley line node thousands of feet underground.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a dull, tearing sound emanated from the deepest part of the earth, like a thick, ancient tree trunk that had been taut for hundreds of years being cleaved in two by a giant axe of a god.

The dark purple ball of light that held the entire island's malevolent energy melted away inch by inch, collapsing instantly upon contact with the heavenly lightning, like snowflakes falling under the scorching sun.

The earth's veins have been severed.

The moment the earth's veins lost their pull, the tectonic plates at the bottom of the island lost their balance.

The earth dragon turned over.

Centered on this highest peak, a terrifying seismic wave swept wildly in all directions along the ground.

The towering mountain peaks were instantly covered with huge, spiderweb-like cracks, and large chunks of rock, each weighing thousands of pounds, broke off from the mountain and crashed into the deep valley.

The once gentle river was cut off by a rift in the earth in the blink of an eye, causing the river water to overflow and the river course to change.

On the plains, the already simple wooden houses and fortresses were as fragile as a pile of withered grass in the face of this great power of heaven and earth.

Wooden pillars broke, and thatched roofs collapsed in large sections.

Countless Japanese civilians and samurai who were still barely clinging to life were thrown to the ground by the violent tremors.

They couldn't stand up at all and could only lie desperately in the mud, their hands gripping the ground tightly.

Looking at the collapsing mountains in the distance and the gushing underground water, they were terrified, thinking that they had angered the gods and were being punished by heaven with the destruction of the world.

Heartbreaking cries, pleas for mercy, and prayers mingled with the deafening roar of the landslide, echoing throughout the entire island.

However, when this tremor reached the feet of the five armies of the Tang Dynasty, it became a death knell.

Eastern part of the island.

Li Jing rode his warhorse, feeling the earth shaking violently. The horse snorted restlessly, its front hooves pawing the ground.

He tightened the reins, steadyed the horse, raised his head, and gazed intently at the distant thunderclouds that were slowly dissipating on the horizon.

"That's the direction of the highest peak."

Li Jing muttered to himself, a deep sense of awe flashing in his eyes. He knew that only the unfathomable Prince Qin could have orchestrated such a cataclysmic event.

"Pass on the order!"

Li Jing suddenly drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it forward.

"The traitorous kingdom has risen from the ashes! Heaven has forsaken them! Army, form ranks! Advance at full speed and crush them!"

The five hundred Xuanjia soldiers roared in unison, advancing in neat steps against the still trembling earth.

On the other side, Yuchi Gong was wielding his double whips, wreaking havoc in a fortified village.

When the earthquake struck, the wooden walls of the village collapsed with a deafening roar, crushing dozens of Japanese foot soldiers into mincemeat.

Yuchi Gong stepped on the back of a warrior who was kowtowing and begging for mercy, and taking advantage of the shaking of the ground, he smashed the head of a person next to him with his iron whip.

"Hahaha! Even the heavens are helping us kill people!" Yuchi Gong wiped the hot blood from his face and laughed wildly.

"Brothers, don't let fate steal our lives! Charge in and slaughter them all!"

The advance speed of the five armies doubled dramatically after the earthquake.

Those Japanese samurai who had originally intended to rely on the terrain to put up a stubborn resistance were completely terrified by the earthquake.

They dropped their swords, knelt trembling at the edge of the cracked ground, and couldn't even muster the courage to resist the ferocious Tang army.

The long-handled swords were brandished, and heads rolled everywhere.

Meanwhile, on a rugged mountain road in the north-central part of the island.

Li Chengqian is leading five hundred of his imperial guards on a frantic forced march.

His eyes were filled with dense red blood vessels.

The fasting pills made them feel neither hunger nor thirst, but the high-intensity marches and battles that lasted for several days and nights pushed the soldiers' spirits to the limit.

The earthquake triggered a landslide, and large rocks blocked the mountain road.

"Move it! If you can't move it, flip it over!"

Li Chengqian jumped off his horse and planted his lance in the mud.

He took matters into his own hands, gripping a boulder half his height with both hands, his back muscles bulging, and forcefully pushed the stone off the cliff.

He can't stop.

Old Li's roar in the water mirror, "I want to come and replace you in person," was like a whip, lashing his spine.

He wanted to be number one, but not for the elixirs, cultivation techniques, or secret realms; he wanted to avenge his compatriots who were invaded and killed in later generations.

In order to save time, Li Chengqian directly abandoned the scattered villages and small towns along the way. He glanced at the map in his mind and chose to take the steep and deserted paths.

They bypassed three heavily fortified passes, like a poisoned dagger piercing the heart of the enemy nation.

Two days later.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

A vast basin appeared at the end of the mountain road. At the very center of the basin sat the largest and most prosperous city on the island.

Kyoto.

It was also the stronghold of the Japanese Emperor and the royal family.

Li Chengqian stood on the hillside, looking at the city, a chilling, sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I've finally arrived."

He drew his lance, mounted his horse, and the five hundred Xuanjia soldiers behind him did not cheer; they simply drew their long-handled swords from their backs.

"Break the city, and kill without mercy."

The sound of horses' hooves echoed.

Five hundred elite cavalry and infantrymen charged down the hillside with a roar, heading straight for the gates of Kyoto.

The soldiers guarding the city walls had long been frightened. The earthquake had destroyed most of the houses in the city. At this moment, they saw the black torrent rushing down the hillside in the distance, and the blood-red flag embroidered with the character "Tang" looked extremely dazzling in the setting sun.

"Enemy attack! Someone's coming!"