When Zhou Shu and Shi Songtao arrived at Sanhuang Mountain outside Chang’an, martial law had already been imposed for dozens of kilometers around it.

To the outside world, the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament would naturally be held here.

The commoners didn’t know the truth and discussed stories that the imperial court had made up.

Compared to the other workshops of the Forging Division, the Huaxia Pavilion could only be described as shabby.

There were one hundred and eight workshops in the Forging Division, and each workshop had sent at least 30 to 40 people.

There were only two of them from the Huaxia Pavilion…

Zhou Shu didn’t recruit the Forging Apprentices of the 0th Workshop to the Huaxia Pavilion but instead assigned them to other workshops.

After all, the standard weapons Zhou Shu had developed previously needed their help to be mass produced.

Actually, this was a good thing for them.

Although Zhou Shu had once tried to nurture them, it turned out that it was indeed very difficult for them to become true Forging Masters.

Since Zhou Shu couldn’t nurture them into Forging Masters, it was a good idea to let them help the Forging Division forge standard weapons.

After all, they were now considered indispensable technical talents.

Although there were only two people in the Huaxia Pavilion, as the two of them stood there, no workshop dared to underestimate them, not even the first 36 workshops that each had their own names.

Not to mention anything else, just the title of Great Xia’s King of the South alone surpassed all the Forging Masters present, and even Grand Craftsmen.

Emperor Yuan Feng glanced at Zhou Shu before looking away. He whispered something to Meng Bai.

The current Meng Bai was wearing golden chainmail armor with a long saber hanging from his waist, and his aura was surging. He had regained his previous God of War demeanor.

Another hour or so passed.

Emperor Yuan Feng looked up at the sky and stood up.

“It’s time to go!” Meng Bai held the hilt of his saber and activated his spiritual essence.

Rustle!

On the Sanhuang Mountain, banners fluttered. The tens of thousands of soldiers didn’t make a sound, and only the clanking sounds of weapons and armor resounded.

“Great General, please,” Emperor Yuan Feng said.

“I will definitely not let you down!” Meng Bai cupped his hands and bowed.

“On the day when the imperial edict comes, I’ll take off my battle garb with you,” Emperor Yuan Feng whispered.

He squared his shoulders slightly and stepped forward.

As he moved, a pillar of light suddenly rose from his body.

In the pillar of light, Emperor Yuan Feng’s body seemed to have turned into pure glass.

This was the first time Zhou Shu saw Emperor Yuan Feng so high-spirited. At this moment, he was like a true emperor, not the petty handsome uncle from the past.

Boom!

Zhou Shu could vaguely see a small cauldron appear in Emperor Yuan Feng’s body.

This small cauldron was the same as the one he had seen in the Qin emperor.

The imperial cauldron!

Sensing the aura of the imperial cauldron, Zhou Shu’s Legendary Armament Canon appeared in front of him again.

Other than the mirror he had seen in You Prefecture, the only thing that could make the Legendary Armament Canon react like this was the imperial cauldrons.

But perhaps because it was too far away, the Legendary Armament Canon flipped for a long time without any words appearing. In the end, it disappeared.

Over there, the light on Emperor Yuan Feng’s body became brighter and brighter. In the end, he seemed to have turned into a beam of light.

Boom!

A clap of thunder sounded in the sky.

The pillar of light soaring into the sky suddenly split into countless rays of light shooting in all directions.

Countless rays of light seemed to form a large net. This net was even larger than the one Zhou Shu had seen in Great Qin!

Zhou Shu seemed to see countless rays of light appear in the distance and connect with them. A net of light large enough to cover the entire landmass formed.

This light was formed in the sky, and ordinary people on the ground couldn’t detect it at all.

A sentence flashed across Zhou Shu’s mind. The net of Heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through.

At this moment, light flowed on the huge net, as if infinite power was surging toward Emperor Yuan Feng’s node.

Emperor Yuan Feng let out a long cry and pointed.

Boom!

As if a door had been opened, a vortex dozens of feet wide appeared hundreds of feet in front of Emperor Yuan Feng.

The colorful vortex floated a few feet above the ground, and the light seemed to be distorted.

After the vortex appeared, Emperor Yuan Feng seemed to have lost some strength, and his body swayed.

Seeing this, Eunuch Zhao hurriedly pushed the dragon throne forward.

Emperor Yuan Feng sat down. He didn’t even have the strength to speak. He waved at Meng Bai.

Meng Bai understood. Without further ado, he drew his sword and shouted, “To war!”

Meng Bai stepped into the vortex first.

Meng Bai moved, and the army waiting at the Sanhuang Mountain walked into the vortex in an orderly manner.

After a person stepped into the vortex, they seemed to suddenly disappear.

The dozens of feet wide vortex was still a little small compared to the tens of thousands of troops.

Fortunately, this was the army. Otherwise, there would have been a stampede.

Zhou Shu was in no hurry to enter. He watched the Great Xia army enter the vortex while observing the sky.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a few passages connected to the vortex. At the end of these passages was where the imperial cauldrons of the various nations were.

The armies of the nations were passing through these passages to reach the vortex and then into it.