"My Heavenly Master"
At that moment, Li Xiao raised his head, his eyes burning with determination, and boldly voiced his desire. "I wish to obliterate Chen Guo and restore the glory of Tang Guo once more."
His voice, thick with both resolve and bitterness, carried the weight of a personal vendetta. The destruction of his family, his fall from grace, all had their roots in the hands of Chen Guo. The fire of vengeance had been kindled in his heart for years, and now, before a being of divine power, he was ready to voice it.
"Yes," he thought, as the words escaped his lips, "this wish would grant me the ultimate vengeance. With the fall of Chen Guo, the path would be clear for me to reclaim the throne, rebuild Tang, and reign supreme. All the wealth, power, and glory of the kingdom would be mine. And the allure of beauty and influence, beyond imagination, would follow."
He knew well that this wish was not only within reach but perhaps the most attainable of all. In a world where desires stretched toward immortality, to see a nation rise or fall was but a small matter.
"Destroy Chen Guo?!"
Xia Chuan's lips curled into a faint smile as he listened to Li Xiao's fervent plea. The Book of Wisdom had already shared this knowledge with him. The feud between the Tang and Chen states was as old as time, and the fall of Li Xiao's family, at the hands of the Chen, was but a chapter in the endless war. He could feel the raw intensity of Li Xiao's hatred—a fire that matched the fury of a thousand storms.
And yet, to Xia Chuan, this wish was trivial, a mere flicker in the face of his immense power.
Although Chen Guo, a sprawling nation with millions of souls, might seem vast and untouchable, to someone as formidable as Xia Chuan, it was no more than an ant nest. Destroying an empire like that? It was as easy as swatting a fly.
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"Very well, I acknowledge your wish."
At this declaration, the very air seemed to tremble. Li Xiao and his companions froze in shock. Never had they imagined that the Primordial God would so easily grant such a wish. But before they could voice their astonishment, Xia Chuan's presence vanished as swiftly as it had come.
"What… What just happened?" one of the attendants stammered. "Did Lord God vanish?"
"He must be off to destroy the nation of Chen," another murmured, awe in their voice.
"Then what are we to do now?" someone asked.
"Do we need to ask?" Li Xiao's face lit up with newfound fervor. "I must return to the Tang Kingdom at once! Mobilize the army! We march to war against Chen Guo!"
As they hastily gathered their thoughts, preparing to return to Tang Guo and seize the moment, Xia Chuan had already enacted his own plan.
In an instant, he teleported back to Xuanhuangxing, passing through the bronze gate, and made a quick stop at his home. There, he retrieved two bottles of liquid nitrogen—a tool of science rather than magic, yet potent in its own right. With another flick of his mind, he returned to the battlefield, the whole process unfolding in the span of a single second.
Though human strength alone would be insufficient to bring down such a vast nation, Xia Chuan knew that the true might of humanity was not in brute force, but in intellect and the use of tools. The world's greatest weapons were not always forged in the fire of battle, but in the quiet corners of innovation.
"Liquid nitrogen will suffice for this task," he mused, stroking his chin as he held the bottles in his hands.
Liquid nitrogen, with its freezing capabilities, was a tool of unmatched simplicity yet deadly effectiveness. It could freeze vast swathes of land in an instant, suffocating the life from thousands with its cold embrace. It was inexpensive, easily acquired, and devastating in its efficiency—perfect for a godlike being with far greater ambitions than mere physical combat.
The Book of Wisdom, a vast and omniscient repository, answered his silent query without hesitation.
"Master, Chen Guo lies three thousand kilometers to the east."
A map, clear and precise, appeared in the depths of Xia Chuan's consciousness. The distance seemed vast to the miniature humans of this world, but to Xia Chuan, it was but a small step. In his mind, three thousand kilometers was little more than the distance one might walk in a few moments.