novelraw Chapter 102 : The Fall of Yutian’s Nobles
Chapter 102 : The Fall of Yutian’s Nobles
Chapter 102: The Fall of Yutian’s Nobles
The light came swiftly and faded just as quickly.
When the blinding white radiance receded like a retreating tide, the surroundings became clear once more.
Yue Fei and Lilian immediately looked toward where Sangji Jiacuo had been standing — it was empty.
There was not even a trace of blood or lingering energy left behind, as if he had never existed at all.
What made the two of them feel an even heavier dread was what they saw next.
The Yutian Vulture Riders who had been struggling in the sky — together with their mounts — had all vanished without a trace.
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The battlefield fell silent in an instant. Only Anxi’s Gryphon Riders remained, scouring the skies in confusion for their vanished foes.
At the same time, on the distant highlands, Jiang Zhaoming was observing the battle through the Fortune-Appraising Treasure Mirror. The expression on his face suddenly froze.
Within the mirror’s surface, the deep violet pillar of light representing Sangji Jiacuo — along with the countless motes of fortune symbolizing the Vulture Riders —
had all disappeared at the exact same moment.
「What happened? Treasure Mirror, why did these strands of fortune suddenly vanish?」
Jiang Zhaoming’s heart trembled violently as he questioned.
The voice of the Artifact Spirit within the mirror immediately echoed in his consciousness, carrying an unusually grave tone.
「Replying to my master — a powerful spatial fluctuation was detected. It was a great spiritual treasure that activated a group teleportation, instantly relocating those people.」
「A group-teleportation treasure?」
Jiang Zhaoming’s pupils contracted sharply, his heart stirring with waves of astonishment.
Such treasures capable of transporting an entire army in an instant were exceedingly rare and beyond measure in value.
Even the Great Zhou possessed only a handful of such artifacts — and they were certainly not something an ordinary faction could own.
He recalled the intelligence obtained from Lilian concerning the Kingdom of Sunlight.
An uncontrollable thought surfaced in Jiang Zhaoming’s mind —
Could this Divine Artifact truly be connected to that mysterious Kingdom of Sunlight?
This opponent, the Kingdom of Sunlight, was far more unfathomable than he had imagined.
Jiang Zhaoming was shocked by the opponent’s heaven-defying means, yet Sangji Jiacuo — who had been teleported away — was no less horrified.
As the teleportation light faded, Sangji Jiacuo found himself hovering above a barren desert, surrounded by equally shaken Vulture Riders.
The searing pain in his chest reminded him of the close brush with death moments ago.
Yet what truly disturbed his heart was the terrifying capability displayed by Jiang Zhaoming’s side.
Their grasp of his army’s movements — even the exact ambush site — had been clear as daylight, to a precision that defied belief.
Such a method, under the intelligence systems of this world, was utterly inconceivable.
Though Communication Talismans existed as convenient tools for messaging, in a large-scale military operation — especially within a highly disciplined aerial corps — to transmit such precise and wide-ranging positional data in real time without being discovered was almost impossible.
How had the Anxi Army managed it?
How had they, across thousands of li of the northern front, captured the movements of his swift sky cavalry so accurately?
The intelligence network or methods behind this were enough to send chills down one’s spine.
Even more shocking to Sangji Jiacuo was Lilian’s true power.
He had already suspected that the woman capable of creating “miracles” might be connected to the Prince of Anxi.
But never had he imagined that she was not only truly under Jiang Zhaoming’s command —
her strength was terrifyingly overwhelming.
Especially that eerie and powerful spiritual assault — it had utterly suppressed him, a Grand Priest.
This meant that under the Prince of Anxi, Jiang Zhaoming, there existed not only Yue Fei as a top-tier expert, but multiple Golden Body–level powerhouses wielding mysterious, unfathomable abilities.
The nation he served had provoked an enemy of terrifying depth — one far beyond their comprehension.
They had truly kicked an iron wall this time; the trouble would be far worse than they had imagined.
The icy wind howled across the edge of the high plateau, rustling through withered grass.
The remnants of Sangji Jiacuo’s defeated Vulture Legion had long vanished into the gray horizon.
Lilian, too, quietly disappeared into the vast lands of Yutian, leaving behind ripples that would soon spread through the turbulent kingdom.
Almost at once, the outcome of this decisive aerial battle spread like wildfire across every corner of Yutian.
The Vulture Legion — the very symbol of the royal court’s aerial might and divine prestige —
had been crushed before the Anxi Army.
The news struck the hearts of every watching noble like a cold iron hammer, casting a heavy shadow over their already uncertain future.
And the words of the newly ascended “Divine Envoy,” Lilian, became the final straw that broke the will of Yutian’s middle nobility.
「The light of the Kingdom of Sunlight now shines upon the righteous army of the East.」
Those light, almost casual words — falling upon the ears of nobles who were already trembling in fear due to the war’s unfavorable turn —
were no different from a divine decree of pardon from the “Kingdom of Sunlight” itself,
shattering the last remnants of their loyalty toward the City of Sunlight.
Instinct for survival intertwined with a newfound interpretation of “the divine will,” triggering an avalanche in the very foundations of Yutian’s rule across the plains.
Countless lesser nobles hesitated no longer; as if overnight, they had found the justification of “righteousness.”
They raised banners proclaiming “To Uphold the True Mandate of the Divine Kingdom” and “To Follow the Guidance of the Divine Envoy.”
Leading forces of varying sizes under their command, they turned their arms and opened their city gates to Prince of Anxi Jiang Zhaoming’s armies, offering their surrender scrolls.
This wave of capitulation spread rapidly.
The once-united rule over the Yutian plains collapsed thunderously amid inner and outer crises.
The City of Sunlight, that sacred royal capital towering atop the Tianwu Plateau and gazing down upon all beings, seemed at this moment to have its grasp upon the fertile plains severed completely.
The Zanpu and his royal ministers could only remain trapped upon the frozen plateau,
helplessly watching as Jiang Zhaoming’s iron cavalry — like an unstoppable flood — devoured all of Yutian’s richest lands, its people, and its wealth.
Cities, fields, and citizens that had once belonged to them were now falling one by one into the hands of Anxi.
The King of Yutian and the Grand Priest could only suppress their burning fury, waiting in silence for the day when the divine gateway would open once again.
As long as that day came, Yutian might yet have the chance to reclaim supremacy.
Jiang Zhaoming stood upon the makeshift command platform, his gaze calm as it stretched into the distance.
The elite cavalry under his command had, at his order, split into several powerful torrents — under Yue Fei’s steady direction and Lilian’s mysterious aura as the “Divine Envoy,” they advanced southward with unstoppable momentum, sweeping aside the last scattered resistance on the Yutian plains, and accepting the lands and cities that continued to surrender.
As he watched this nearly-complete tableau of victory, the taut string in Jiang Zhaoming’s heart finally relaxed.
The situation on the plains was already decided.
What remained — the fortresses on the highlands — would be another battle, one requiring patience.
Now, he could finally turn his focus inward.
The breath of the new year had quietly begun to permeate the air, and the chime of year’s end seemed to urge him onward.
Jiang Zhaoming clearly understood — the time had come.
To break through the barrier that had long confined him at the peak of the Divine Power Realm, and step into the Myriad Phenomena Realm!