Conqueror Of The Four World

Inside a vast hall, six towering golden statues stood on either side, each exuding an aura of power and history. From a single glance, one could tell these statues represented legendary figures of the past. Each statue was over 30 meters tall, and above them, a massive golden dragon statue adorned the ceiling. It stretched across the entire hall, spanning over 300 meters, its gaze seemingly overlooking everything beneath it with divine authority.

At the far end of the hall sat a grand throne, surrounded by twelve figures—six on each side—each seated before one of the golden statues. These twelve were not ordinary men; they were some of the strongest figures in the Zhen Empire. On the throne itself sat a man radiating an unfathomable aura. He held a letter in his hands, his expression unreadable.

"The Beast Palace is secretly colluding with one of the three sects. We do not yet know who else is involved, but they are planning something big, Your Majesty," the emperor read aloud.

This was the Emperor's Hall of the Zhen Empire, and the man on the throne was none other than the Emperor of Zhen, a Supreme Grandmaster at the peak of power.

As soon as his words fell, the hall erupted into discussion. The twelve figures debated the letter's meaning—who was the sect involved, and which other forces could be conspiring in the shadows?

"Your Majesty, this is the perfect time to bring the remaining sects under imperial control!" one of the twelve men roared. It was Zhen Rui, the General of the Zhen Empire, a man known as the Spear God—ambitious, ruthless, and forever seeking to strengthen the empire's rule under the Zhen family.

"Are you foolish, Rui? Do you think the great families will simply stay quiet and watch this unfold?" retorted another general, Zhen Gu.

"Exactly. Besides, our treaty with the Righteous Alliance is still in effect. We cannot make any reckless moves right now, Your Majesty," added another general.

The emperor remained silent for a moment before turning his gaze toward his son. "What do you think we should do, Zhen Ryu?"

Zhen Ryu, the Crown Prince of the Zhen Empire, was known for his cold and ruthless nature. His piercing gaze swept across the hall before he spoke.

"Father, I believe we should heed General Rui's suggestion. While the great families may have their own agendas, they would never align themselves with the Palace Alliance. With the Heavenly Demon Sect keeping the Righteous Alliance occupied, the great families won't dare act recklessly. Using the excuse of their suspected collusion with the Palace Alliance, we can take control of the three sects under the empire."

The emperor fell into deep thought. The Zhen Empire was the strongest among the Five Empires, but it still could not compare to the Righteous Alliance, Heavenly Demon Sect, or Palace Alliance individually. The Righteous Alliance had signed a treaty with the Five Empires, wary of rumors that the Heavenly Demon Sect was preparing for something ominous. Meanwhile, the Palace Alliance remained at odds with the Five Empires. The emperor was in a precarious position.

"We must not act rashly. First, we need to uncover which sect the Beast Palace is working with. Only when we have sufficient proof will we strike." His sharp gaze turned to one of the twelve. "Minister Rong, assemble a covert unit. Investigate the three sects and, if possible, plant a spy within the Beast Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Minister Rong bowed.

As silence filled the hall, the emperor let out a deep sigh.

"I do not know what the future holds. The tides of power are shifting, and I cannot shake this sense of unease. If the leader of the Righteous Alliance does not successfully break through to the Martial King realm, then when the Heavenly Demon Sect invades this continent... who knows what kind of calamity will follow?"

His words hung heavy in the air, a foreboding omen of the battles yet to come.

Inside a dimly lit chamber, the Crown Prince and General Rui sat across from each other, their expressions shrouded in ambition. A faint scent of wine lingered in the air as the general took a sip from his cup.

"Prince, I don't think His Majesty will take action anytime soon. We cannot let this opportunity to unite the Zhen Empire slip away," General Rui said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

The Crown Prince smirked. "Don't worry, General. Whether it's now or later, the three sects will inevitably bow to us. Once I ascend the throne and awaken the full power of our divine ancestral beast, not only the three sects, but even the Four Great Families will fall under our control." He leaned back, laughing maniacally.

General Rui furrowed his brows. "But, Prince, will the Ten Great Sects simply watch as their subordinate great families are brought under the Zhen Empire's rule?"

The Crown Prince scoffed. "And what if they attack? I've already spoken with the crown princes and princesses of the other four empires. If the ancestral beasts of all Five Empires are unleashed, do you truly believe the Righteous Alliance or the Palace Alliance will be able to stand against us? Even the Heavenly Demon Sect would struggle to match our might."

His gaze darkened as he clenched his fist. "It's only a matter of time before the entire continent is under the rule of the Five Empires." His laughter echoed through the chamber, filled with arrogance and confidence.

Suddenly, a messenger entered the room and bowed.

"Your Highness, the Sect Leader of the Azure Sect is here to meet you."

"Send him in," the Crown Prince commanded.

The doors swung open, and a tall, bulky man stepped inside, his presence exuding overwhelming strength. It was Dante, the Sect Leader of the Azure Sect.

"Greetings, Prince," Dante said with a respectful nod.

The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes. "Dante, you seem to be in a good mood. What happened?"

Dante let out a hearty laugh. "Hahahaha! The Whispering Sect has been completely wiped out."

General Rui's eyes lit up. "What great news, Lord Dante!"

The Crown Prince grinned. "Then let's celebrate tonight!"

As the three men laughed and drank in triumph, the tides of power continued to shift, shaping the fate of the continent.