Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Seeing Qinghe's slightly lowered gaze, Liyin tightened her grip a bit more, allowing Qinghe to feel her heartbeat more clearly.

A long-lost tension spread through Qinghe's heart. She unconsciously lowered her head, wanting to break free, but not daring to use too much force.

It was at this moment that a warm hand touched Qinghe's head once again, ruffling her hair.

"The mind is the source of obsession."

"Obsession?"

"If you turn the things you want to do into your obsessions, you will never forget your past aspirations."

The sound stopped abruptly, the warmth on her head disappeared, and looking at Li Yin who had taken a step back, Qinghe seemed to understand something.

The sea breeze caressed my cheeks, and the rising sun gradually crossed the horizon, ascending into the sky.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, Qinghe saw Liyin give her a thumbs-up.

"come on!"

……

"You insolent scoundrels! Release me at once!"

"I am the ruler of Ying Kingdom, and this is my royal palace. How dare you be so insolent!"

"Stop! Who gave you permission to do this! I demand to see your emperor!"

"A bunch of scoundrels! How dare you be so disrespectful to me, Your Majesty! I will certainly report your evil deeds to the Emperor!"

"Your Majesty, you must not be so easily humiliated! No matter how much you bluff, I will never bow down to you!"

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! Generals, I was wrong! I will never complain again!"

"Gentlemen, no one laid a hand on me. My injuries are all from my own falls!"

……

Inside the magnificent palace in the capital city of Ying.

On his own territory, the King of Ying suffered a brutal attack.

A dozen or so burly men formed a circle and cornered the King of Ying in the royal garden of the palace.

The burly men, each over two meters tall, with their faces covered by black cloth, formed a human wall in a corner of the Imperial Garden.

Amidst the King of Ying's mournful wails, the burly men provided accompaniment for the diligent bees in the royal garden, throwing punches and kicks at each other.

From an arrogant king to a ragged wounded man, from being domineering to kneeling and begging for mercy.

Under the "warm" fists and feet, transformation always comes so easily.

No need for many words or lengthy discourses; a "brilliant performance" is all it takes to completely captivate the King of Ying.

July 7th, 365th year of the Gregorian calendar.

At Chen Shi (7-9 AM), the Five Spirits First Fleet mobilized one hundred warships, descended from the clouds, and arrived at the capital of Ying Kingdom.

Half past Chenshi (7-9 AM), the palace guards surrendered, the Ying Kingdom's palace fell, and the allied forces took over the Ying Kingdom's palace.

At 9:00 AM, the allied forces discovered the King of Ying in the royal garden of the Ying Kingdom's palace.

When they were discovered, the King of Ying was dressed in rags, with bruises and swelling on his face, suggesting he had been mistreated.

The two commanders of the allied forces inquired carefully and expressed their sincerest concern to the king of the country.

The King of Ying confirmed that he had been in high spirits this morning and climbed the palace, but accidentally fell and fell, which resulted in his injury.

Upon hearing this, the two commanders immediately ordered the mobilization of the fleet's "best-skilled" physicians to "heal" the King of Ying.

During the treatment, the King of Ying felt deeply the weight of his sins and was filled with remorse for betraying the "Great True Lord".

The King of Ying was deeply grateful for the Empire's act of disregarding past grievances. He expressed his profound respect for the "Great True Lord," his longing for the Emperor of the Empire, and his repentance for his own sins.

For a time, both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

At the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), in front of a group of court officials in the palace, the King of Ying wept bitterly and slapped himself twice across the face, deeply reflecting on his past sins.

To express his remorse, the King of Ying disregarded the "advice" of the Allied Forces Commander and insisted on carrying heavy thorns to the Great Ling Empire to apologize to the "Great True Lord".

At Shenshi (3-5 PM), the King of Ying, along with his many sons, concubines, and high-ranking officials, boarded a ship of the Great Ling Empire.

At dusk, three "Chenglong"-class express ships set sail from the capital of Ying Kingdom, carrying a group of "sincerely repentant" princes and nobles towards Qing'an Prefecture.

……

While the palace was in chaos, and one royal noble after another was captured by the allied forces.

High in the sky, a light blue cloud drifted in the center of a sea of ​​clouds, looking down at the changes below.

Qinghe, Liyin, and Mu Zhaoyang stood together, watching as the allied forces easily breached the royal palace of Ying Kingdom.

The palace guards were virtually defenseless; they laid down their weapons and surrendered the moment the allied forces arrived.

The very few royal guards who chose to resist to the end were also eliminated by the allied forces' war puppets in the first instance.

Faced with the powerful war puppets of the Allied Forces, the Ying Kingdom's Imperial Guards, lacking advanced weaponry and formidable cultivation, were virtually indistinguishable from ordinary people.

The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour before the royal guards of Ying Kingdom were completely wiped out.

The entire process was extremely smooth, with almost no obstacles encountered.

The only wasted time was spent "persuading" the King of Ying to make him deeply aware of his sins and to sincerely "repent".

From the arrival of the allied forces to the defeat of the defending troops, the capture of the King of Ying, and the end of the war, it only took a quarter of an hour.

Everything was going too smoothly, so much so that the three people on the cloud fell silent at the same time.

"They took it down just like that? They didn't even put up a fight?" Mu Zhaoyang murmured, seemingly still somewhat incredulous.

Today's victory was so glorious that even Mu Zhaoyang could hardly comprehend it.

How can there be such a weak country in the world?

How did they manage to survive in the Nine Realms until now, being so weak?

In Mu Zhaoyang's memory, even the empire's suppression of mountain bandits had never been this easy.

Putting aside everything else, which of those bandits within the empire couldn't pull out a few heavy cannons and put together a formation?

Some of the more powerful bandits even have cultivators at the Refining Void Transformation Realm in charge, and their bandits are skilled in military formations and can carry out systematic battles.

Some even possess large airships with extremely high maneuverability, frequently appearing in remote and desolate wilderness areas.

Even if the imperial army wanted to wipe them out, it would have to pay a considerable price.

Yingguo was, after all, a country. How could it have collapsed so quickly?

Aura Rifle, Talisman Machine Gun, Sand Shield, Thunder Cannon...

Don't they even have these most basic weapons?

We can't just pile them all up in the warehouse, can we?

Listening to Mu Zhaoyang's murmured words, Qinghe touched her chin, agreeing with Mu Zhaoyang's words.

"Something's definitely fishy! Leaving aside whether they're weak or not, the fact that the Reincarnation Pavilion hasn't made a single move despite our large-scale operation suggests a much bigger conspiracy!"