Emperor Wu of Han said to Di Xin, "Ancestor Di Xin, by that calculation, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, plus my and Liu Xiu's spirit beasts, we'll have six King-level experts. With you and the Old Celestial Master as our two clan-protecting kings, can we discuss how to expand our gains?"
Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu, added, "Yes, Ancestor Di Xin, Uncle Che is right. Besides these two races, can we drag another race into this and wipe it out along the way?"
Di Xin looked at the expectant faces and said, "You can see some clues now, can't you? You're right. The war of kings between us and the myriad races is about to erupt. Why are we so eager to destroy Fusang instead of attacking America or the Holy See?"
Di Xin paused and continued, "It's because Fusang has a creature from ancient times that fled from our Huaxia. This time, destroying Fusang, Bone Demons, and Ghostly Specters is just incidental. Our main target is this creature—the Eight-Headed Serpent."
"Otherwise, once the war of kings erupts, if this thing attacks us from behind, we'll be in trouble. Furthermore, Ancestor Yan suspects that the Eight-Headed Serpent has surpassed the King level. Therefore, he sealed Ancestor Black Dragon King in the Dragon Origin Golden Coffin to isolate its aura, and Zhan'er is carrying it, preparing to force out and slay the Eight-Headed Serpent during our great war with Fusang."
As soon as Di Xin finished speaking, the distinguished figures in the room became serious and quiet.
The Old Celestial Master looked at everyone and slowly began, "You youngsters have not experienced the horror of the war of kings. Emperor Xin and I are of the same era. The War of Investiture of the Gods back then could also be considered the last war of kings. You all know about it to some extent."
Di Xin continued, "Actually, we, humanity, lost that War of Investiture of the Gods. At that time, the myriad races, led by the gods, launched a war against humanity and our allies. Coupled with a betrayal from within our human race, it resulted in the tragic defeat of the War of Investiture of the Gods."
"If it weren't for a few human ancestors awakening from the void and killing many supreme beings of the myriad races at that time, preserving our human heritage, then I, Di Xin, would have become the greatest sinner of humanity."
"Emperor Yu and Emperor Yi were also heavily injured during that time and only today have recovered their strength as clan-protecting kings. It is also after the War of Investiture of the Gods that humanity has not produced another Human Emperor. Therefore, the upcoming war of kings is to slay the kings of the myriad races and use their king's blood to enhance our human destiny, forging a Human Emperor's Great Dao for our race."
Emperor Wu of Han suddenly realized, "No wonder when we advanced to King level, it felt like there was an extra layer of shackles. Since Ancestor Di Xin, let alone a Human Emperor, only Ying Zheng has been able to reach the strength of a clan-protecting king."
The Old Celestial Master added, "Ying Zheng was able to advance by merging with the Huaxia Dragon Soul and consolidating the destiny of Huaxia. This is why he can only guard the territory and cannot go to the void to conquer."
Di Xin nodded in agreement, "Therefore, Ying Zheng's path is unrepeatable. To break the current shackles of humanity, we must first restore our human destiny. This war of kings is thus imperative."
"Knock, knock, knock." The next morning, Lin Zhan, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by Zhen Nai Xuena's knocking.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lin Zhan opened the door and looked at Zhen Nai Xuena outside. "What are you doing so early in the morning? I can still kill that old guy. What's the rush?"
Zhen Nai Xuena blushed slightly, looking at Lin Zhan, who was bare-chested, and said, "I'm very sorry, Young Master Lin. I'm just worried about my great-grandfather."
Lin Zhan looked at the delicate beauty before him and said helplessly, "Come in."
Entering the room, Zhen Nai Xuena placed a metal briefcase on the bed. When she opened it, Lin Zhan's face lit up with joy at the sight of a full box of Lord-level crystal cores.
"Hehe, this is too much, Miss Xuena. Besides, what's our relationship? There's no need to be so hasty," Lin Zhan said insincerely.
Zhen Nai Xuena rolled her eyes, then, blushing profusely, took out an exquisite deerskin bag and said, "These are the 100 quasi-king level crystal cores. Consider it... consider it."
Lin Zhan took the deerskin bag and teased, "Consider it your dowry?"
Looking at the blushing Zhen Nai Xuena, Lin Zhan played with the quasi-king crystal cores in his hand and teased, "Miss Xuena, it seems the Bone Demon clan and the Ghostly Specter clan are quite willing to pay. Even for them, producing so many quasi-king level crystal cores must be painful for a long time."
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, Zhen Nai Xuena was startled and then trembled, saying, "You... you know everything."
"Heh heh, Miyamoto Musashi told me himself. What do you think I should do with you?" Lin Zhan looked at Zhen Nai Xuena coldly.
Zhen Nai Xuena lowered her head and was silent for a long time before saying to Lin Zhan, "Young Master Lin, you should leave quickly. I know your family is powerful. Hurry back to Huaxia and spread this news, so that your Huaxia Human King can conquer the Bone Demon clan and the Ghostly Specter clan."
Seeing Lin Zhan's curious gaze, Zhen Nai Xuena blushed slightly and said, "Don't look at me like that. All the high-ranking officials of Fusang have joined the Myriad Races Church, but there are still some families who disagree with the church's actions. Our Zhen Nai clan is like this. If Miyamoto Musashi weren't my great-grandfather, the Zhen Nai clan would have been annihilated long ago."
"Although we are from Fusang, we are also human. We cannot stand by and watch these beasts of the myriad races slaughter humans. Do you know that since these two races arrived in Fusang, nearly a million people have been killed and eaten by these beasts in just two months?" Zhen Nai Xuena suddenly cried out loudly.
Lin Zhan looked at the beautiful woman who yearned for humanity and was crying profusely. He sighed, stood up, and gently stroked Zhen Nai Xuena's head, saying, "It's alright, I misunderstood you. Don't cry."
Zhen Nai Xuena had been suppressing her emotions for a long time. Receiving comfort suddenly, she hugged Lin Zhan and burst into tears.
"Zhan'er, are you up?" Just then, the door was pushed open, and Lin Hai and Lin Shan walked in, bringing Miyamoto Musashi, who was beaten black and blue.
The three old men stared dumbfounded at the scene. Lin Zhan stood before Zhen Nai Xuena, bare-chested and only wearing sleep shorts. Zhen Nai Xuena, sitting on the sofa, was embracing Lin Zhan, her head still convulsing.
Miyamoto Musashi immediately roared, "You brat, let go of my great-granddaughter!"
Lin Hai and Lin Shan quickly moved to cover Miyamoto Musashi's mouth and were about to drag him out.
Hearing the noise, Zhen Nai Xuena raised her head and looked at Lin Zhan. She knew that her actions had been misunderstood and was about to explain when she heard Lin Zhan say,
"Alright, you old guys, stop fooling around. We have important matters to discuss."