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After leaving the Huaxia Palace, a white light appeared on Lin Qian and his companions, and they vanished instantly.
The Huaxia Empire, a world completely dominated by Lin Qian, allowed for effortless instant teleportation.
Additionally, he bestowed this ability on Zhao Long, Zhuge Ming, and the five legion commanders, allowing them to operate freely within the Huaxia Empire.
The next moment, before the towering capital, occupying a tenth of the region, the figures of Lin Qian and his companions appeared.
Countless tall buildings with flying corridors interlinked, intricate mechanical devices could be seen everywhere.
Within this mechanism-filled architectural complex, scholars walked to and fro, discussing unknown topics.
Upon seeing Lin Qian approach, they immediately ceased their discussions, kneeling on one knee, respectfully proclaiming "Your Majesty."
The Heavenly Art Department, in previous games, was the place for upgrading various technology trees.
Now, the Heavenly Art Department was also the technological core of the Huaxia Empire.
Initially, the primary task of the Heavenly Art Department was to restore the Huaxia Empire.
After establishing contact with Lin Qian, they took on an additional supreme task.
That was to study their majesty's physique!
Of the more than one hundred million scholars of the Heavenly Art Department, thirty million specifically focused on studying the condition of Lin Qian's body, controlling the feedback of nature's spiritual energy from the Huaxia Empire based on his every little change.
After returning to the Huaxia Empire, Lin Qian realized that the spiritual energy spewing from the vortex came from this enormous planet.
The reason his body was so strong was not primarily the cultivation technique of his master, nor the constant flow of spiritual energy.
It was the collective wisdom of the thirty million scholars of the Heavenly Art Department!
Of course, the Heavenly Art Department not only existed in the capital of the Huaxia Empire but also had branches across various continents and under the sea on the planet.
Shortly, Lin Qian and his companions arrived at an incredibly spacious building.
This rectangular building was exceptionally vast, accommodating over two hundred thousand people.
The Tactics Hall, in previous games, was where Lin Qian would gather military generals before battles to issue orders, lay out arrays in advance, and conduct reconnaissance.
Upon entering the Tactics Hall, Lin Qian looked up and saw bizarre mirrors, each several feet in size, silently floating in mid-air.
The mirrors' surfaces were smooth and clear, encased in interlocking metal rings of varying numbers.
"Tactical Mirrors, how nostalgic indeed," Lin Qian remarked, gazing up at those strange mirrors, a look of reminiscence crossing his face, followed by a cold sneer, "Daring to use a curse array to probe me, what a way to court death."
"Prime Minister, proceed."
"By Your command!" Zhuge Ming bowed to Lin Qian, taking three steps forward and gesturing, causing the strange mirrors to fly toward him.
Eight tactical mirrors circled around Lin Qian as Zhuge Ming gently waved his hand, and azure soul power surged into the eight tactical mirrors.
After traveling with Lin Qian to this world, everything in the Huaxia Empire transformed to align with it, and the power within all units became soul power.
Zhuge Ming no less.
"Skill shielding, tactical mirror enhancement." As Zhuge Ming spoke, two of the tactical mirrors immediately emitted azure light, passing through the blood-colored Soul Light on Lin Qian, adhering closely to his body's surface.
The azure light seemed to dress Lin Qian, preventing the blood-colored Soul Light from detecting any information.
"Tracking disruption skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Analysis skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Anti-tracking skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Anti-interference skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Effect counter skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Soul power counterstrike!"
With Zhuge Ming's final words, the azure light surged and pierced deeply into the blood-colored Soul Light.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound echoed, and the blood-colored Soul Light enveloping Lin Qian shattered like crimson crystals, dispersing into tiny red specks of light.
In a distant place, at the top of a high building, Fu Lao among the group stared at the blood droplet above the blood-colored array.
Seeing the twisted red light on the blood becoming clearer, his heart grew anxious, clenching his fists tightly.
"The young master must not be discovered. If things go awry, I can only abandon my cover among them to intervene and sabotage." Among those observing around the array, Fu Lao slowly approached, preparing to act.
Just then, within the blood-colored array, azure-blue light suddenly emanated, completely shattering the twisted red light on the blood droplet.
A powerful and terrifying backlash surged through the array, following the flickering red beam, and entered the body of the elder controlling the array.
"How could this be?"
The elder exclaimed, his words cut short as blood flowed from his seven orifices, his life force extinguished as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Buzz!
A tremor sounded as the blue light transformed into an illusory giant hand, grasping toward the dissipating red glow.
"Not good, the other side is probing." A middle-aged man next to the elder who had died violently shouted anxiously, crouching to strike a palm on the ground.
His powerful force erupted from his palm, shattering the ground, completely destroying the blood-colored array, while the blood droplets suspended in mid-air fell to the center of the ground.
Simultaneously, the azure light gradually faded.
Yet as it was about to vanish, the voice of a young man came from within.
"Though I don't know who you are, if you think of using such methods to probe me again, be prepared to continue collecting corpses."
With those words, the azure light also completely disappeared from the tower's top.
"Damn it, how is this possible?" One of the goateed elders shouted furiously, glaring at the dead elder with resentment, "Master Yan is dead, an excellent idea you all had, prepare to face the family head's wrath."
With that, the goateed elder swept his sleeves and left.
The middle-aged man who made a move also picked up his deceased master, Master Yan, leaving with a stern face.
The others exchanged glances, still unable to conceal their shock.
The one most stunned was Fu Lao; he initially believed the young master's position would likely be discovered this time.
Who could have imagined Master Yan would inexplicably suffer a backlash and die suddenly? And it all seemed to be the young master's doing.
"Could the voice just now have been the young master?" Fu Lao stared at the bloodstains on the ground, somewhat dazed, "The lady and the master's child seems quite extraordinary."
Huaxia Empire's Heavenly Art Department, Tactics Hall.
"Damn it!" Lin Qian's enraged shout reverberated through the Tactics Hall.
At this moment, several images were projected from the tactical mirrors, most depicting a man tortured beyond endurance in a water prison.
Lin Qian recognized that the man imprisoned in the water prison was his father.
These image messages had been extracted from the blood contained within the enemy's array.
"Your Majesty, according to intelligence gathered, their strength is exceptionally powerful compared to Your Majesty's current state," Zhuge Ming spoke as he approached Lin Qian. "Moreover, time was too short to ascertain an exact location, potentially affecting future plans to rescue the Supreme Emperor; Your Majesty, please hold me accountable."
Having said that, Zhuge Ming was about to kneel, but Lin Qian suddenly reached out and grabbed him, "The Prime Minister is not at fault."
"I will make them understand what it means to regret ever coming into this world."
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