355: The Divine Locust, has crossed the Western Lands!

The Old Celestial Emperor nodded slightly: "Purple Lightning, Raging Thunder, you two have more than enough courage, but you must know that the Central Plains is full of hidden Dragons and crouching tigers; you must not underestimate your enemies."

He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Godless's defeat was due to underestimating his enemies and being too careless.

However, he did one thing right: the mythical Nameless was crippled by him!

Only one Overlord! He is not worth worrying about."

He slowly stood up, and an immense, terrifying Aura, like a slumbering volcano awakening, permeated the air, causing the entire shrine's atmosphere to seemingly solidify.

"This time, I will go personally!"

As soon as these words were spoken, even Imperial Shadow's gaze tightened slightly. Purple Lightning and Raging Thunder showed even more astonishment.

"Your Majesty! How can you, a person of such importance, personally venture into danger?" Purple Lightning said anxiously.

"I don't have much time left!"

The Old Celestial Emperor snorted coldly: "The Dragon Vein concerns the rise and fall of our Eastern Ying's national destiny. The plan to engulf the Central Plains must not fail. What Godless couldn't achieve, I will personally take!"

"Imperial Shadow," the Old Celestial Emperor looked at the Martial Artist standing with his sword sheathed, "Are you willing to accompany me, meet the experts of the Central Plains, and with your startling silence, help me cut open the shackles of the Central Plains, shatter the Dragon Vein of the Central Plains, and allow our Eastern Ying to soar?"

Imperial Shadow bowed, his tone firm: "I could not ask for more. My startling silence blade has long been parched."

"Good!" The Old Celestial Emperor waved his sleeve. "Give the order: prepare immediately. Three days from now, I will personally lead you across to the Central Plains. Our goal: kill Overlord, seize the Dragon Vein, and occupy the Central Plains!"

"Purple Lightning, Raging Thunder, you two will be the vanguards, clearing obstacles and investigating the movements of the World Society and the Central Plains Martial Forest."

"We respectfully obey Your Majesty's sacred decree!" Purple Lightning and Raging Thunder responded in unison, their eyes burning with Battle Intent and fanaticism.

"Your Majesty's calculations are flawless. With your personal intervention, success is assured!" Purple Lightning suppressed his excitement and said in a deep voice.

"However, the Central Plains is not our home ground after all. Overlord was able to easily destroy Godless, and his power is at its peak. Do we need to make more preparations?"

The Old Celestial Emperor's aged yet sharp gaze swept over Purple Lightning, carrying a hint of approval: "It's good that you thought of this point.

Godless's defeat was, first, due to underestimating his enemies, and second, due to being ignorant of the enemy's situation. I will naturally not repeat the same mistakes."

He slowly paced, his voice low and full of calculation: "This Overlord, according to intelligence, is deep in schemes, and his methods are ruthless and decisive.

He has three Disciples under him: Wind, Cloud, and Frost, but it is said that Wind and Cloud have already turned against him.

He is a lone wolf, a tyrant!"

"A tyrant is good! A tyrant loses the hearts of the people and cannot last long! He is only suitable to be a Gang Overlord, not the king of the Central Plains!"

The Old Celestial Emperor let out a cold laugh: "This expedition allows only victory, no defeat. If we are to do it, we must ensure absolute certainty!"

His withered fingers lightly tapped the low table in front of him, making a 'thump, thump' sound, each beat seemingly striking the hearts of the three people present.

"The Godless Absolute Palace is useless now, so let's make use of it!"

"Your Majesty's meaning?" Imperial Shadow's eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"Fist God." The Old Celestial Emperor slowly uttered three words. "This beast is useless alive. Let's use his son as bait to test Overlord's strength!"

Purple Lightning suddenly understood: "Your Majesty is brilliant! Fist God's strength is extremely high, but he has a problem with his mind. Sending him to the Central Plains can be considered making use of a wasted resource!"

"Purple Lightning, take my token and dispatch twelve top-tier High Ninja from the 'Hidden Stream'. You will command them and coordinate the movements of Fist God.

Your mission is only one: spare no effort to weaken the World Society's strength before I arrive in the Central Plains!

Assassinate its key members, burn its money and provisions, spread rumors, and throw the World Society into chaos!"

"Hidden Stream High Ninja?" Purple Lightning's spirits lifted. "Your Majesty, rest assured! Your Subordinate will certainly make Overlord's life miserable!"

The Hidden Stream is Eastern Ying's most mysterious and terrifying ninja organization. Its members are skilled in assassination, espionage, and sabotage, and are the sharpest hidden blades under the Eastern Ying imperial family.

Mobilizing twelve top-tier High Ninja at once shows the Old Celestial Emperor's immense determination this time.

"As for you, Imperial Shadow."

The Old Celestial Emperor finally turned his gaze to this aloof swordsman. "You will accompany me. Your blade is the sharpest weapon in my hand, to be used at the most crucial moment, to strike down the strongest enemy."

Imperial Shadow nodded slightly, tightening his grip on the startling silence blade he held. "My blade only unsheathes in pursuit of the ultimate Dao of Martial Arts.

Overlord, I hope he won't disappoint me."

"Very good."

The Old Celestial Emperor closed his eyes in satisfaction. The Aura around him, like a slumbering volcano, slowly receded, but the oppressive feeling in the air did not diminish in the slightest.

"Three days from now, we set sail.

This time, I will personally trample the rivers and mountains of the Central Plains, bringing these thousands of miles of fertile land entirely into our Eastern Ying's territory!

The Dragon Vein will be the Foundation of my longevity, the most beautiful gift the Central Plains gives me!"

"Long live the Celestial Emperor! Long live Eastern Ying! Banzai!"

...World Society, Sword Pavilion.

This place is located in the World Society's back mountain, with a serene environment, hidden by bamboo groves, and flowing water, completely different from the grim majesty of the main headquarters.

A simple wooden pavilion built by the water was precisely the quiet cultivation place Lu Jiuyuan arranged for Nameless.

Inside the pavilion, Nameless sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes slightly closed, his surrounding Qi subtly merging with the entire Sword Pavilion, and even the bamboo grove and flowing water outside the pavilion.

He was not circulating his Internal Energy; he was simply sensing, sensing the "Qi" flowing between heaven and earth, sensing the omnipresent "Sword."

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, its essence lies not in controlling the form of ten thousand swords, but in commanding the "Intent" of ten thousand swords.

With the Heaven Sword realm as his Foundation, wielding the Sword Intent of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, his understanding of "Sword" had entered an unprecedented level.

"Qi as the guide, Intent as the Zong, where the heart points, there the sword goes..." Nameless silently recited the general principles of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, his mind clear and empty.

Suddenly, his thoughts stirred. He did not open his eyes, but simply pointed his fingers like a sword, gently gesturing towards the window.

Outside the window, in the bamboo grove, a verdant bamboo leaf moved without wind, quietly detaching from its branch. As if supported by an invisible hand, it floated lightly into the window, hovering before Nameless.

Upon the bamboo leaf, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible Sword Qi subtly flowed.

He was not forcibly driving it with his own Internal Energy, but rather using his own Sword Intent to draw out the faint "Qi" inherent in the bamboo leaf itself, connected to heaven and earth, imbuing it with a trace of the "Sword" attribute.

This seemingly simple scene, if seen by someone knowledgeable, would surely be considered a miracle.

This was no longer ordinary martial arts; it was almost the application of the "Dao."