The Thirty-Six Diabolic Pillars

As soon as the jade token crumbled into pieces, a huge wave of energy rippled from within it, rolling furiously into all directions

The Dao Master warriors of Emperor Xiao's forces could not help but feel a foreboding dread.

But Emperor Leng and Xia Yong instead wore an expression of maniacal delirium.

Far away from them, the soothsayer could hardly suppress a malicious smile. His eyes burned with bloodthirsty craving.

The Thirty Sixty Prefectures of the Tang Empire of the East.

This was the An Yong Prefecture, one of the Thirty-six Prefectures.

Situated hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the site of the battle at the imperial city, the An Yong Prefecture was peaceful and silent.

Even the governor of the prefecture, despite having received word of the battle waging in the imperial city, had no intentions of dipping his finger into the murky waters by aligning himself with Emperor Leng or Emperor Xiao.