Chapter 2127 - The Frontline Fortress! Preparations Done! (1/2)

The inconclusive end to the meeting was regarded by many as Ishbara Khagan considering the Great Tang’s proposal, but the Blackwater Shaman could see that Ishbara Khagan’s stance had never changed.

“Yes!”

Now that no outsiders were present, Ishbara Khagan did not hold back.

“In truth, Shaman, you should know just as well as I do that the Great Tang will always be an enemy of the Western Turks! Moreover, does Shaman still remember that prophecy…”

The Blackwater Shaman said nothing, but the fog around his face stirred as he slightly nodded.

‘The steppe will one day be destroyed, and that day is not far off.’ This was a prophecy passed down through generations of shamans, and Ishbara Khagan had known about it since he was a child.

But the prophecy had come alongside another, and this was that ‘the Fourth Prince in that year of disaster’ would be the hope of the steppe who would lead all of the people of the steppe out of the peril of annihilation!

This was why the Fourth Prince had a special status.

Ishbara Khagan placed his hands behind his back and continued to speak.

“It’s just that I’m still unconvinced, still unable to choke down that anger. We still want to try one more time. If the alliance can destroy the Great Tang, do you think that We can defy the prophecy? And the Western Turks can once more become the master of the continent!”

He knew the Great Tang was powerful, so powerful that the Western Turkic Khaganate could not possibly contend against it alone, but deep down, Ishbara Khagan just couldn’t let go.

This steppe had actually had several Khagans. It was not some unbroken line of succession.

But few people knew that this last line, Ishbara Khagan’s line, was actually the true master of the Great Steppe.

Many people on the Great Steppe had forgotten, but Ishbara Khagan had always remembered that several hundred years ago, on this vast steppe, there had been only one name, no east or west, only one empire.

And its name was the Great Turkic Empire!

Countless nomadic tribes had been gathered together into a massive existence that spanned east and west. It had made countless factions tremble, and even the mighty Tang Empire had been forced to prostrate at its feet, trembling in fear.

When he heard from his father about the stories of his ancestors, he mentally swore that he would one day unite the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates and shake the empires to the south, becoming the strongest and most powerful empire on the continent.

Alas, he was not able to fulfill his ambition. After a short moment of resplendence, he faced hindrances on all sides.

He once had a chance to utterly crush the Eastern Turkic Khaganate and unite the Great Steppe, and the Eastern Turkic Khaganate had been in its most chaotic period at the time. Alas, the Tang Empire to the south intervened, eventually rendering his efforts for naught.

Whether he went east, west, or south, he found obstructions wherever he went, and they were all linked directly or indirectly to the Great Tang.

This was why he eventually changed to become a Khagan who sought to preserve what he had.

But as a sovereign, he was still somewhat unwilling to accept his fate.

He did not want to give up so easily to the Great Tang!

He always wanted to wait a little longer. What if there was another chance?

“Haaah…”

The Blackwater Shaman let out a deep sigh.

Not many people knew about Ishbara’s innermost ambitions and desires, but he had always known.

“Since that is the case, I have nothing to say. Khagan, do as your heart desires!”

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the tent fell silent once more.

……

Far off in the capital of the Great Tang, in the King of Foreign Lands Residence…

Though all sides were tense and in turmoil, the main hall of Wang Chong’s estate was shut tight, ripples of Stellar Energy spilling out.

Inside the hall, Wang Chong was seated cross-legged on the floor.

His body was surging with energy, light bursting out and illuminating the fuzzy outlines of the furniture in the hall and shadowy pillars. If one looked carefully, one would realize that the air within one hundred feet of Wang Chong was distorted, tinged with weak spacetime ripples.

Occasionally, a thin spacetime fissure about the size of a fingernail would appear.

“Truly incredible!”

A barely audible sigh of praise came from within the hall.

“So this is the law of spacetime!”

While Wang Chong’s body was in the hall, a part of his soul and mind had penetrated into the depths of spacetime.

This was Wang Chong’s first time in this strange world.

Previously, Wang Chong had seen the world as a painting. He saw whatever was on the painting.

But now, Wang Chong’s view of the world turned from a thin canvas to a thick ‘picture album’.

For the first time, Wang Chong sensed that this world was divided into many layers, each one bursting with mysteries. No longer would he believe that tearing a small hole in the paper was enough to see spacetime.

Their levels of richness were on a completely different scale.

“Truly unbelievable…”