146: A divine eye? A blind man? (Chapter 31)

The scroll of brocade was presented by an attendant and respectfully handed to You Chen.

You Chen unrolled the brocade, his gaze sweeping across it.

Inciting the feudal lords, severing the mineral veins, spreading rumors, and shaking the morale of the army.

Under each strategy, there was an implementation plan detailed to a hair-raising degree.

The list of feudal lords who could be turned, their personality weaknesses, and even the long-standing grudges between them and the Jun Family imperial clan were all listed one by one.

The spiritual mineral veins that needed to be severed, their specific locations, the weak points in their defensive forces, and even the optimal time for a surprise attack were all clearly marked.

What kind of rumors should be spread to shake the hearts of the people and the morale of the army of the Great Jun Divine Dynasty to the greatest extent were also written down clearly.

The more You Chen read, the more shocked he felt in his heart.

He slowly closed the brocade, took a deep breath, and looked again at the white-clothed figure sitting quietly in the specially designated seat.

Below the main hall, the officials who had just been filled with righteous indignation, clamoring to expel Jun Yun from the court, were now as silent as cicadas in winter.

You Chen swept his gaze across the entire hall, taking in the expressions of everyone present.

He knew that from this day on, no one would dare to question the status of the Holy Master.

"My officials, follow the Holy Master's strategy and prepare for war immediately."

You Chen's voice rang out, carrying absolute imperial majesty.

He did not give those opponents any chance to speak again, immediately announcing the end of the court session, leaving only a few trusted generals to hold another, more confidential military meeting.

Jun Yun's brilliant plan on the brocade was conveyed in full.

Secret orders were issued from the Divine Lord's Hall, and elite troops were secretly mobilized under the cover of night.

Externally, the Great You Divine Dynasty officially declared war in the name of "punishing injustice and chastising the Great Jun."

Internally, countless long-hidden dark pieces were quietly activated, silently stabbing at the weakest and most unexpected links of the Great Jun Divine Dynasty.

A war that swept across the entire Northern Plains and was destined to rewrite the patterns of history had thus begun.

The fires of war raged, and ten years passed in an instant.

The lands of the two dynasties had long been burned into scorched earth by the ruthless fires of war.

The course of the war exceeded the expectations of all factions.

The Great You Divine Dynasty, which had just quelled its internal strife, did not fall into a bitter struggle against the Great Jun Divine Dynasty as expected; instead, it won battle after battle, advancing like a hot knife through butter.

Under the personal command of the Divine Lord You Chen, the Great You's army seemed to be assisted by gods.

They could always precisely avoid the traps and elite main forces laid by the Great Jun Divine Dynasty, and could always appear where the opponent's defenses were weakest with the minimum cost, delivering a thunderous blow.

The Great Jun Divine Dynasty's army was beaten back step by step, losing cities and territories, and was in a sorry state.

For ten years, the gates of Jingxin Hall never opened.

Jun Yun sat cross-legged, ten years passed as one day.

His Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil could already pierce through the Void Realm, overlooking the flow of Luck of the two dynasties.

In his vision, that golden Luck Dragon that had once coiled above the Great Jun imperial capital, majestic and overbearing, was now covered in wounds and on the verge of death.

Whenever You Chen's army captured an important city according to the plan, the Great Jun's Luck Dragon would let out a silent wail, and the cracks on its dragon body would deepen by a fraction.

These ten years were a nightmare for the Great Jun Divine Dynasty.

And the cruel fires of war had completely worn away the last vestiges of childishness and impulsiveness from You Chen.

From a youth who had just ascended to the throne and still needed the support of the Old Ancestor, he had truly transformed into an iron-blooded emperor who was decisive in killing and possessed extremely deep schemes.

Every one of his decisions was precise and accurate, reflecting the balance and decisiveness of an emperor.

Every one of his victories earned him the heartfelt support and supreme prestige of the Great You's military and civilians.

The name You Chen had already replaced that of his father's generation, becoming the new generation of formidable overlords in the Northern Plains, making all factions turn pale at the mere mention of it.

And everyone knew that behind this young overlord, there was a shadow.

The "Nation-Stabilizing Holy Master" who always stayed in Jingxin Hall, never seeing the light of day...

The war was arduously dragged into its fifteenth year.

The Great Jun Divine Dynasty's momentum was gone.

Half of its territory had fallen, the national treasury had long been dragged down by massive military expenditures, and feudal lords, large and small, had defected one after another, impatiently offering their loyalty to the Great You.

The entire Divine Dynasty was precarious, the state was in turmoil, and it had reached the edge of collapse.

In the Chaotian Hall.

The Divine Crown Prince Jun Wuhuan, listening to the reports of defeat coming from the border one after another, looked ashen.

In these fifteen years, he had changed from a high-spirited and ambitious Divine Crown Prince into a haggard middle-aged man with graying temples and muddy eyes.

His heart was full of powerlessness and unwillingness.

And what made him feel even more resentful and embarrassed was a piece of news that had already spread throughout the entire Divine Dynasty, making him the laughingstock of the world.

That mastermind behind the scenes who led the Great You's army and forced the Great Jun Divine Dynasty into a desperate situation, that "Nation-Stabilizing Holy Master" who was highly revered by everyone in the Great You and whose calculations never missed.

Was none other than his own grandson, Jun Yun, whom he had personally blinded with his own hands back then, and who was finally traded away by the Divine Lord like a piece of merchandise.

This news made him suffer day and night, losing all face.

In the court, those ministers who used to flatter and fawn over him now looked at him with unmasked disdain and venom.

Among the common people, rumors were even more rampant, woven into various jokes.

Saying that he, Jun Wuhuan, was blind and treated the true Dragon of the Divine Dynasty like discarded shoes, which led to today's disaster of national destruction.

"Jun Wuhuan! Look at the good deeds you have done!"

"If it weren't for your jealousy of talent and narrow-mindedness back then, abandoning the Divine Son, how could our Great Jun have ended up like this!"

"The Divine Pupil was originally the Foundation of our Great Jun, yet you destroyed it with your own hands! And abandoned it to the enemy country! You are a sinner of the Jun Family! A sinner of the Divine Dynasty for all eternity!"

These accusations, which were once only dared to be discussed behind his back, were now roared out by the elders of the court, pointing at his nose in front of all the civil and military officials.

The immense pressure and endless regret almost crushed him.

He knew that he had reached the end of the road.

The Family, the Divine Dynasty, would all perish because of him.

He was unwilling to accept this.

On a stormy night, Jun Wuhuan went alone, stumbling, to that long-abandoned Cold Palace.

Looking at every blade of grass and every tree here, it seemed as if the image of the youth he had personally blinded, lying in a pool of blood, appeared before his eyes again.

He also remembered his own ridiculous and pathetic half-life, consumed by jealousy and greed.

Regret, resentment, unwillingness—all kinds of emotions intertwined in his chest, finally turning into a resolute madness.

Since the momentum was gone, and since he would die either way.

Then, before dying, he would make one last struggle.

He wanted to personally correct the mistake he had made back then, the one that was enough to bury the entire Divine Dynasty.

He wanted to kill Jun Yun.

Jun Wuhuan stubbornly believed that Jun Yun was the soul of the Great You; as long as that mastermind died, the Great You's offensive would stall, and the Great Jun Divine Dynasty would be able to get that precious sliver of breathing room.

This was the only way he could think of to salvage the remaining situation.

He took off the Crown Prince's python robe, which symbolized his status and honor, and changed into the most inconspicuous coarse linen clothes.

He took out a secret imperial medicine and suppressed his powerful Grotto-Heaven Realm cultivation, sealing it deep within his Dantian, making him look like just an inconspicuous, ordinary Cultivator who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation.

He gave up everything he once cherished.

The honor of the Divine Crown Prince, the Bloodline of the royal Family, the cultivation of the Grotto-Heaven Realm.

At this moment, he was no longer Jun Wuhuan, but just an assassin who would stop at nothing for revenge.

His goal was extremely clear, pointing straight to the heart of the Great You Divine Dynasty, the Divine Capital, You City.

He wanted to sneak in, find Jun Yun, and then, at all costs, kill him.

Using that wretch's life to atone for himself and for the entire Divine Dynasty.