When the eastern sky turned bright, Yang Jian hid his figure and rode a cloud out of the Azure Dragon Pass. He felt refreshed, as if he had let go of something.
Just now, he had finally made a decision.
A month later, the Eastern Army entered the Azure Dragon Pass and took the first step to attack the Shang Dynasty.
At that moment, the Shang Nation occupied the most prosperous and prosperous land in the South Continent. It had a dense population and well-off people. Although Chaoge City had imposed harsh taxes on various places, it did not harm the vitality of the human race in this vast plain.
Next, this rich land would fall into the flames of war.
Yang Jian's plan was to rely on the Azure Dragon Pass to exhaust the last elite troops of the Shang Nation. When the northern and southern armies were fully prepared, they would advance from three directions and attack Chaoge City.
There were still many things to do before that, such as persuading them to surrender, psychological attacks, occupying land to maintain stability, and so on. He, the immortal prime minister, had to worry about every single one of them.
It was indeed fun to charge and break through the enemy lines, but it was tiring to prepare for battle …
"I've taken a step forward. I don't know how much trouble I'll cause. The Shang Nation's centipede is dead, but it doesn't die. Jie School …"
Yang Jian shrugged and rode a cloud towards the Zhou camp.
He slept for four to six hours first and began to assign tasks.
Of course, he had to report this to King Wu. The month that Yang Jian left behind was to give the Zhou Nation the final time to prepare.
When the Zhou Army stepped into the Azure Dragon Pass, the initiative would be in the hands of the Zhou Nation, and the God-Conferment Tribulation would also change drastically.
The tribulation that seemed to be rather calm at this moment might actually descend with boundless killing, causing a sea of blood to overflow the heavens!
"Prime Minister, General Chanyu said that she has something to report. When you return, she asked me to call her over."
In front of the main tent, a messenger whispered.
Yang Jian waved his hand. "I won't see her for now. Wait until I wake up."
"Yes." The guard hurriedly lowered his head and answered. Yang Jian walked into the tent and wrapped the place with Xuanqi. He lay back on the bed in the corner and closed his eyes to take a nap.
If he did not take the opportunity to relax and rest now, he probably would not have a chance later.
Logically speaking, with Yang Jian's cultivation level, he could already control dreams as he wished. There would not be any dreams.
But today, Yang Jian had a short dream. In the dream, he seemed to have finished the apotheosized matter. He and Ao Xinke were hugging each other in front of the window of the attic on the cliff of Mount Mei. Liu Ya and Xiao Chan were competing with swords in the clouds. The fairies who served his mother were dancing on the edge of the cliff.
Ting Lan and Cuizhu seemed to be teaching Little Zixia how to recite poems. At the foot of the mountain, there was a gloomy Mei Kongmei sitting on a plum tree, swinging her feet …
All kinds of scenes appeared slowly like a painting scroll. Every corner of Mount Mei was shrouded in celestial light. It was truly a fairyland on earth.
Unknowingly, Yang Jian flew out of the window of the pavilion and rode the wind to leave Mount Mei. He roamed the world when he suddenly heard a soft call from behind him. He turned around and saw the Lady of Earth walking over. She was accompanied by a seven-colored auspicious cloud and was holding a food box in her hand.
However, halfway through the cloud, a black cloud appeared behind her. The black cloud condensed into a familiar face that opened its mouth and swallowed the Lady of Earth.
Yang Jian wanted to fly over to save her, but he felt that he was stuck in a quagmire. He wanted to fly, but he was extremely slow. He could only watch as the seven-colored auspicious cloud disappeared from his eyes. The black cloud condensed into a warm smiling face …
In the military tent, Yang Jian suddenly sat up on the bed and shouted in a low voice, "Go!
"Heavenly Flame Dao!"
Halfway through his shout, Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes. The haze in his eyes flashed and he immediately regained his clarity.
Am I dreaming?
Yang Jian felt that his mouth was a little dry. He saw a teapot at the side and raised his hand to grab it. He raised his head and drank two mouthfuls of herbal tea.
Looking at himself, there was nothing strange about the Essence Soul Tree. The leaves swayed, and the three unripened fruits swayed gently.
Was it really a dream?
His spirit was ethereal, and his Dao heart was traceless. Only the scene in his dream echoed in his heart …
If a mortal were to dream, it could naturally be explained as a dream. However, how could a cultivator like Yang Jian, who could already stand shoulder to shoulder with the mighty figures of the world, dream so easily?
This dream was probably some kind of omen.
Yang Jian was secretly alarmed. He carefully thought about the things that he did not understand after entering the Primordial World. He sat on the bed as if he was meditating.
It was too early to say whether Heavenly Flame Daoist was an enemy or a friend. He could not use the simple and shallow framework of righteousness and evil.
An existence like Heavenly Flame Daoist could only be said to be neither an enemy nor a friend. He had the demeanor of a true cultivator.
Perhaps Heavenly Flame Daoist was on the same side as him on some matters. The two of them could work together, such as to resist the Great Tribulation in the future.
However, there were some things that could not be guaranteed. At that moment, Yang Jian already knew that the "reason" that the Lady of Earth had mentioned would eventually find her and him was Heavenly Flame Daoist.
Yang Jian had no idea what the story was. He could only make some guesses.
Heavenly Flame Daoist had appeared, taken shape, or done something that caused Yang Jian's soul to travel to the Primordial World in the future and become the current Perfected Lord Erlang. What was related to his soul travel was the birth of the Lady of Earth's Dao Fruit, the Six Branches.
That seemed to have caused a lot of chaos. For example, the script written by the Heavenly Dao for the God-Conferment Battle had been changed by Yang Jian.
Heavenly Flame Daoist might come to fix the chaos one day and cause trouble for him and the Lady of Earth.
"My head hurts." Yang Jian sighed softly. He sat up on the bed and moved his mystic body. He walked to the tent door and asked, "How long have I slept?"
"Prime Minister!"
The guards outside the door hurriedly bowed. One of them answered, "Prime Minister, you fell asleep yesterday morning."
"That long?"
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. No wonder he felt a little sleepy. It was because he had slept too much.
"Summon the generals of the army to discuss."
"Yes!"
Yang Jian was talking about the generals of the army. It was not just his junior brothers. The mortal generals of the army were also summoned.
Dozens of messengers galloped in the camp. Yang Jian sat in the main tent to recover his energy. He was still thinking about Heavenly Flame Daoist.
In the future, he would have a powerful enemy, Kun Peng.
He, who had taken the Black Tortoise's treasure, had to seek an explanation for the Black Tortoise. He would definitely fight Kun Peng.
The one who was more troublesome than Kun Peng was Heavenly Flame Daoist.
The former was strong. His true body was boundless in the Chaos. He could stir the Chaos Sea and swallow a Minor Chiliocosm with one bite. He was also secretly hunting the Quasi-Saint mighty figures in the trichiliocosm to improve his Dao.
However, this kind of strength could be felt directly. He could think of a way to deal with it. As long as Yang Jian pushed the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to the peak of the eighth level, he might be able to fight Kun Peng head-on.
And Heavenly Flame Daoist's strength lay in the fog around him.
He had the Eastern Emperor Bell. If he wanted to kill him, he could travel through time and find the child who carried his sister to Kunlun Mountain and kill him with one slap … Well, unless Heavenly Flame Daoist became a Saint, he would not be able to offset the karmic backlash of killing Yang Jian.
In short, Heavenly Flame Daoist was more difficult to deal with. He was also the cultivator that Yang Jian did not want to make an enemy of.
"Prime Minister!"
"Senior Brother!"
"Prime Minister, I'm late."
The tent quickly became lively. The generals of the various departments gathered together. The millions of troops would be commanded by these dozens of people.
Half of them were mortals, and the other half were cultivators. It was a good ratio.
"Where is Li Jing?"
Yang Jian's tone was a little calm. The generals immediately knew that something big was about to happen.
Li Jing's spirit was lifted. He immediately stood up and bowed to Yang Jian. His majesty spread in all directions. "I'm here."
"Today, I order you to be the commander of the north. Muzha and Jinzha, the two vanguards, will assist you. Nangong Shi will be the army supervisor and deputy general. You will command the troops of the north and prepare to deal with the army. You will set off today."
Yang Jian casually threw a tiger token into Li Jing's hand. The four generals that Yang Jian had named knelt down and accepted the order.
"I'll allow you to send ten generals to accompany you."
Li Jing immediately heaved a sigh of relief. A clever woman could not cook without rice. Although there were many troops in the Northland, there were few elite soldiers and not many good generals. Yang Jian could mobilize ten generals and did not restrict his choice. It could be considered a great help to him.
"I will not let down the King and the Prime Minister's trust!"
"Where are General Chanyu and Lei Zhenzi?"
Deng Chanyu and Lei Zhenzi left the array formation at the same time and knelt on one knee to listen to the orders.
"Tomorrow, I will return to Chaoge City and ask General Deng to personally come out and be the commander of the troops in the south. General Chanyu will be the assistant, and Lei Zhenzi will be the army supervisor. We will station our troops in front of Beautiful Dream Pass and wait for an opportunity to seize Beautiful Dream Pass and open the southwest door of the Shang Nation!"
"Yes!"
"I'll allow you to send five generals to accompany you …" Yang Jian could not help but add, "This army is the main force. Don't send away all the generals who can fight!"
Li Jing and Lei Zhenzi nodded and agreed. However, Deng Chanyu said, "With the Prime Minister personally guarding this path, he can naturally resist a hundred generals and a thousand troops."
The generals immediately smiled and nodded. Yang Jian snorted and did not say anything.
The people they wanted to transfer away were only mortal generals like Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Wei Hu. They still had to help Yang Jian and charge forward.
Actually, Yang Jian had his own selfish motives. Jinzha and Muzha's Dharma powers and combat strength were already beginning to be unable to keep up with Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Wei Hu's improvement speed. It would be better to let them avoid the Ten Thousand Immortal Array and go to the north to help Li Jing lead the troops.
As for Lei Zhenzi, Yang Jian had high hopes for him. He hoped that he could take charge alone and support the main force of the East Road.
Next, Li Jing and Deng Chanyu began to explain the strategy of splitting the troops and marching to the generals. There were a few secretaries at the side who recorded what the two generals said without missing a single word. Later, Yang Jian would have to present it to King Wu for him to read.
The conversation lasted until midnight. A group of generals of the Zhou Army rubbed their palms together. They could not wait to immediately make contributions and make a grand plan.
Yang Jian had also told them about the God Conferment. He said that if they had enough merits, were loyal, and were good at leading troops in battle, they would have a chance to be selected to enter the God roll and ascend to the heavens in a single step. After death, they could enter the Celestial Court as a general and live as long as the world.
That made many generals palpitate. Although they had long heard of these things, Yang Jian had personally said it. Naturally, it was true. They had no choice but to believe it.
After they left, Yang Jian began to sort out the Great Kun Book Slips to see if he had missed anything. After he finished inspecting them, he had to return to the Zhou Capital overnight.
If he could not sleep well, Ji Fa could forget about hugging the concubines and sleeping late in the morning!
"Report …"
"Speak."
Outside the tent, the messenger shouted, "Prime Minister, there are a few cultivators outside the Yuan Gate. They say that the Prime Minister's old friends are here to visit!"
Old friends?
Yang Jian scanned with his spiritual senses and raised his eyebrows.
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