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Mid-winter arrived, with snow blanketing the land.
Gu Xuejian sat in the snow, hair disheveled, hunched in the corner of a tent.
Three months ago, she had been the leader of the Holy Tree Temple. Now, she was a fugitive.
The Son of Heaven would not forgive her. And he had made it clear that he would not offer her a second chance. There was only one, and she had squandered it.
She gasped for breath, chest rising and falling, staring blankly at the snow outside.
There was no way forward. No way back.
The heavens were shut. The earth offered no refuge.
The only flicker of safety she could cling to was the growing number of powerful martial artists gathering in the snow around her.
The Mystic Gold Monastery, Moon Reflection Tower, Buddhists, Daoists, various martial clans, and wandering martial artists…dozens of forces, large and small, had come to camp.
All of them were fleeing from the same thing. All were trying to survive the wrath of a boy who now ruled like a god.
Each time a new faction arrived, the fear surrounding the Son of Heaven only deepened.
It had become clear that this Emperor wasn’t just conquering territory. He was rewriting the very fabric of the world.
All the old powers were crumbling. A new order was rising in their place. Yet standing in his path was one last formidable force.
That was the Bladeseekers and Court of Judges.
The Bladeseekers alone boasted tens of thousands of fifth and sixth rank martial artists. Add to that the vast, enigmatic strength...
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