The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 676

The victory at Guangdu shook the very foundations of the empire.

One after another, the remaining provinces submitted and bent the knee. Those ambitious governors who had once danced to their own tunes were unceremoniously removed and replaced by hand-picked loyalists who owed their allegiance solely to Alex.

In less than a month, Bai Xiaochun stood as the undisputed master of all eighteen provinces of Xia.

The once-mighty armies of each province, which had previously swept across the land like tempests, were all summoned back to their provincial capitals and silently disbanded.

Only token garrisons remained — sufficient to preserve peace, yet powerless to ignite war.

“No governor shall ever again wield the strength to raise his blade against his peers,” Alex proclaimed to the assembled governors.

“Transform every soldier into a farmer! Let them abandon the path of slaughter. Let them take wives, beget children, labor in the fields to feed their families, and raise generation after generation until they pass away in old age.”

Simultaneously, Alex raised Wudang to the undisputed number one sect of the entire Xia Empire.

The sect that had once been merely the lowest among equals now reigned supreme.

Wudang disciples strode through the corridors of power across every province, their heads held high. All who saw them trembled, for they were the trusted blades and voices of the Prime Minister himself.

The ancient Murim Alliance, long since fractured, crumbled completely beneath the avalanche of its own terror.

Those who resisted disappeared without a trace into the darkness. Those who wisely bent the knee were absorbed into a brand-new Murim Alliance — led not by Murong Sheng nor the old prestigious clans, but by the rising star of Wudang, Jun Jiu.

A name that, in certain circles, was understood to be another face of the same man who now ruled from the Prime Minister’s pavilion.

The people felt the change in their bones.

Drones hummed over the fields where soldiers had once marched.

Modern irrigation systems, powered by the same forbidden technology Bai Xiaochun had once stolen and remade, turned dry provinces green.

Grain stores filled. Markets grew loud with trade.

For the first time in generations, ordinary citizens walked the streets without fear of conscription or sudden war. They began to speak of Xia with pride and joy.

And through it all, Alex was absent.

Deep within the sacred Wudang training realm, he sat motionless in perfect meditation, surrounded by powerful formations constructed from priceless rare materials.

He had yet to condense a Nascent Soul for each of his five elemental core formations. Two had already been achieved, but the other three remained incomplete.

What he desired was permanence — a flawless, everlasting Nascent Soul that would stand the test of time and tribulation.

Time moved differently inside the realm. Outside, the empire grew fat and peaceful.

Two years had passed since the Battle of Guangdu.

In the imperial palace at Changyi, Emperor Liu Xie stood at a window overlooking the city he was supposed to rule. He was no longer the boy who had been rescued from Dong Zhuo’s remnants.

He was a man now.

Murong Sheng waited behind him, patient as a spider.

“Your Majesty,” the old man said, voice low and respectful, “the people speak Bai Xiaochun’s name more often than they speak yours. The governors kneel to him. The sects answer to Wudang. Even the drones that feed your cities carry his mark.”

Liu Xie did not turn. “He saved the throne.”

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