The Future Empress Is Given Death At The Beginning, And I Become Stronger When I Am Stupid.

The city walls stood tall, resembling coiled dragons and crouching tigers, emanating an unparalleled chilling aura.

At this moment,

The army of Chang'an City had long been prepared.

On top of the city walls, banners fluttered, armor clanged, soldiers lined up, swords and blades resounded, exuding an overwhelming atmosphere of slaughter that made one's hair stand on end.

Each flag danced in the wind, bearing a golden character, "Qin!"

It was the flag of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Underneath that flag, there were countless soldiers, numbering in the tens of millions. Each one rode on a mythical beast, wielding weapons, exuding a formidable presence.

In addition, there were numerous warships lined up, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Each ship was made of precious spirit gold, far more durable than ordinary warships, capable of carrying Saint-level beings.

Above these warships stood numerous cultivators, each one emitting a powerful aura. Even the weakest among them were at the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Furthermore, each one wore battle armor, holding spears, ready to strike.

Terrifying pressure swept in all directions.

The entire sky above Chang'an City was filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere, suffocating people.

Boom!

Underneath Chang'an City, the thunderous footsteps echoed through the void, intimidating all directions.

A large number of soldiers came charging, guarding outside Chang'an City, forming square formations, filled with killing intent.

Each one had a solemn and dignified expression, surging like a tide, resembling ancient ferocious beasts lurking, making people tremble with fear.

Although the cultivation levels of these troops varied, each one emitted a strong bloody aura, indicating that they had experienced countless battles and killings.

Even from a distance, one could feel the fierce and oppressive aura.

These were soldiers who had truly emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, people who had killed countless living beings. They had accumulated a murderous aura by drenching themselves in the blood of their enemies.

"This Great Qin Dynasty has caused countless slaughters, they deserve to be destroyed!" said a cold Saint.

"That's right, too much killing goes against the heavens. Our actions are righteous!" another indifferent Saint spoke, with a cold gaze.

"Hahaha, such a dynasty will inevitably perish. Qin Mu is doomed."

The Saints conversed with each other, their eyes filled with coldness and hostility.

The Great Qin royal family were bandits in chaotic times, cruel and bloodthirsty, deserving of death!

With this tone set, they could silence the voices of the world. No matter how they treated the Great Qin Dynasty, it would be considered a righteous act.

The Saints were very satisfied, each one eager and full of enthusiasm.

At this moment, Shen Modan stood on a rock. Then, she raised her jade hand and slowly extended her slender, white finger, pointing towards Chang'an City.

A soft white light flew out.

Buzz~

In an instant, endless radiance bloomed.

Strange runes appeared around her body, dazzling and illuminating all directions.

Where Shen Modan's finger pointed, the void suddenly twisted, forming a vortex.

Then, strands of radiance descended from the void, circulating with a mysterious brilliance, vaguely outlining a picture.

The scene in the picture was extremely profound, as if it contained an unfathomable power, as if it could comprehend the origin of the world.

"This..."

This scene caused the Saints to show expressions of astonishment.

At this moment, they were actually lost in this picture, immersed in the beautiful scenery.

For a long time,

They finally came to their senses, looking at the picture in front of them, their pupils contracted, their hearts filled with shock.

In the next moment, Shen Modan had already retrieved the picture, a hint of charm and smile appeared on her face as she turned to look at Nangong Yunze, nodding slightly.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Nangong Yunze burst into laughter.

"The Great Qin Dynasty indeed has a problem. Chang'an City doesn't have a powerful defensive formation at all!"

The other Saints were also invigorated by his words.

Once there were no obstacles, they wouldn't have to worry too much.

"That's right, Chang'an City only has three defensive formations, absolutely no formation that can kill dozens of Saints," Shen Modan said confidently.

After speaking, she took light steps and slowly approached the city wall.

"Hmm?"

"What are you going to do?!"

Seeing this scene, the saints frowned and asked.

In Shen Moran's beautiful eyes, there was a flicker of wisdom.

"I just took a look at the surrounding environment and found that the spiritual energy here is particularly abundant, making it extremely suitable for me to set up a large formation. Therefore, I plan to set up a formation here first!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on their faces.

"This is a good move!"

"Saint of the Violet Tassel Immortal Palace is indeed meticulous in his thinking. This way, there will be no room for error!"

"Good!"

The group of saints agreed one after another.

"Since that's the case, let's go quickly."

Nangong Yunze urged.

At this moment, he was extremely excited and eager.

Shen Moran nodded without saying a word and immediately started working on it.

However, what they didn't notice was that Qu Qianyou and Li Qingluo, who had been following at the back of the team, exchanged a glance, each with a strange and fleeting ripple in their eyes.

...

Inside Chang'an City at this moment, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, and the air seemed to stagnate. Everyone's breathing became cautious.

There were few pedestrians on the streets, and most of the shops were closed.

The streets were empty, except for the patrolling soldiers at the gates of Chang'an City, there were no other people.

Millions of soldiers formed a formation, on high alert.

On the city tower, a tall and majestic figure stood on the wall, standing with hands behind his back, his face showing a hint of determination.

This person is the current national teacher, Du Yulin.

"National Teacher!"

Beside Du Yulin, an old minister respectfully clasped his fists and said, "Please take a rest."

...

PS:

There's a problem, a big problem.

This is the last PS before the completion of this book, and I won't send any more in the future. It doesn't count towards the word count.

Today, I was full of confidence and wanted to write four or five more chapters, but when I started writing, my mind went blank. I have a simple outline for the later part, but I almost forgot the previous plot...

I've been very busy recently, and my mind and body have been under constant pressure and changes. All the updates were written hastily without careful consideration, resulting in a lack of impression and very vague memories.

In addition, I wrote it messily and in a chaotic manner. If possible, I really want to delete and rewrite all the recent plot, but unfortunately, I can't.

For the previous hundreds of thousands of words, I prepared a detailed outline of several thousand words. Every setting, every character, and every development were carried out according to my outline. I planned to finish writing these outlines and then carefully consider the next ones.

But unexpectedly, my partner's mother suddenly brought up the topic of engagement. She said that next year is an inauspicious year, so we can't get engaged or married, and we must get engaged before the end of this year. (I don't know if you have this custom there.)

It caught both me and my partner off guard, and our rhythm of life was suddenly disrupted, resulting in only a vague outline for the later part, maybe just a few dozen words...

These past few days, every time I start writing, I feel a strange feeling, and I don't even know what I'm writing or what I want to write. I completely lost the strong desire to express myself when I first started the book, and I don't feel excited and thrilled when writing a plot that I think is still exciting.

It's really uncomfortable.

Actually, I should have taken a break for a few days, but the 600 yuan for being punctual is important to me, so I have to force myself to update.

These past two days, I will review the previous plot, organize the outline, and find my state.

The aftermath of moving yesterday has also emerged. My thighs hurt when I walk, and my arms are too sore to bend. It seems that I haven't exercised enough in my daily life.

There's also something interesting. When I was still half asleep in the morning, I felt a soft lump under my butt, moving up and down. It almost poked my soft spot and scared me awake.

For a moment, I thought I had transmigrated! Has the novel become reality?

Then I lifted the blanket and took a look.

It was a silly little cat.

When I was renting a house before, it used to crawl into my partner's bed, but now that my partner has come home, it started crawling into mine!

Which cat likes to crawl into other people's beds!