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The golden seal lay quietly on the map outlined in blood.
The knob carved in the shape of a ferocious tiger was small in size, but it emanated a palpable aura of a supreme overlord's Qi Mechanism, the very symbol of the greatest hero from the Western Regions ancient to present, the King Seal of the Tuyuhun from three hundred years ago. He had conquered all directions, subdued the Thirty-six Tribes, and flattened the Buddha Country.
He slew the chiefs of the tribes and, in a grand sacrificial ritual fueled by blood, forged this object.
Breaking Army slowly extended his hand, enveloping the King Seal, then he lifted the seal, closed his eyes for a long time, as if there were stars and breath circulating around him, and when he opened his eyes, he said, "The Qi Mechanism of the overlord within has dissipated, but the residual traces are indeed flawless."
"It seems that the fall of Tuyuhun is related to you."
Breaking Army put down the King Seal and closed his eyes.