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The Great Prison Lord, Zhong Xi, sat alone at the center of Shayun, holding dominion over heaven and earth.
A massive army, a grinding meat-grinder on the vast expanse of land, was slowly churning. Time and space were reduced to horses and fodder, the five elements to grass.
What is worn down is the Dao, and what dissipates is qi and blood.
The Haizu's elite forces perished here, only to hone and slay the two pinnacles!
And in the very center of this gigantic millstone, there was a grove of peach blossoms.
> The overwhelming army was held back beyond the forest, forming its own world and constructing a small paradise. But now, the peach blossoms have fallen, the forest is sparse, and all that remains of the vibrant red is dust.
In the depths of a peach grove stood a small house made from a white paper lantern, revealing its presence. There were two people inside the lantern house.
Firstly, blind and hunched over, old hat and torn clothes. Sitting cross-legged by a candlestick, with fire hanging above their head.
He sat gracefully on a peachwood stool, his fine garments tattered in many places, revealing charred skin beneath. Though his complexion was not good, his handsome features remained evident.
White candle flames kept bursting out from the paper-walled hut, flying into the peach grove, burning the enemy’s onslaught into a deep pit... but it was also visibly thinning.
Yu Liyang looked out the window at the white paper cage with a slight air of melancholy, an aura of sadness and longing for spring: "I still don't know the name of this place."
Zhu Sui thought for a moment: "Candle Yang's Tomb Mountain" Yu Liyang said, "You are really humorous."
"Is that so Long ago, Emperor Wu also said the same about me," Zhu Sui mused with a touch of melancholy, speaking slowly. "In many long nights, I conversed with myself and felt like an uninteresting person, until..."
"Stop!" Yu Liyang hurriedly stopped him. "Old man, don't rush to reminisce about the past. I don't want to die yet!""You misunderstand." Zhu Sui slowly looked at him. "I won't die. I still have three Night Parade Gods in Linzi."
Yu Liyang: ......
By now, the three Night Wanderers summoned by Zhu Sui are all dead. Their value cannot be simply assessed as one true god and two false gods.
That Night Wandering True God could even suppress even Yan Wang Dai Nanyao. The two Night Wandering False Gods slaughtered Flag Xiaoqian and Ao Huangzhong, such celestial prodigies of the Sea Clan, to the point that their formations couldn't stand firm.
Moreover, there is further room for improvement beyond their current capabilities.
The sixteen Night Wandering Gods, have defined the limit of mythology. One less with each death, never to be replenished again.
The candle age served as the night watchman for the state of Qi. From the time Duke Mu of Qi ruled, until Qi became a hegemon, over this thousand-year history, his night patrol gods only died ten times in total.
Today's battle resulted in the death of three venerables, a heavy loss indeed.
And his true form was also in danger here. If he were truly killed by Zhong Xi, the remaining three night-wandering fake gods would have no way forward.
Of course, compared to Yu Liyang, whose family and life were at stake, he could certainly laugh off a hundred steps after taking fifty. But this was really infuriating...
Yuli Yang looked at the candlestick with a murderous glint in his eyes, wishing he could kick the old man down.
It is thanks to the candles, that they can endure for so long, with each candle acting as a sacrifice, burning its way to illuminate the path and repel enemies. This step was indeed difficult to take.
Yet the next moment, petals of peach blossoms rained down before his eyes.
The turmoil beyond the Haizu army's ranks, already piercing through the murderous intent, has reached him.
Yu Liyang took the opportunity to kick a foot toward the candlestick. He kicked first and then reminded, "Come down quickly, reinforcements have arrived!"
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But the kick still missed.
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The candle age has already burst through the white paper cage and shot straight up to the high dome!
His stooped figure straightened at this moment, like an ancient mountain range stretching endlessly, rising abruptly into a dangerous peak here!
The white flames poured down like a waterfall this moment, burning so intensely that heaven and earth grew cold.
Burning with white flames, Zhu Sui turned and drew out a flaming paper lantern. He faced the Great Prison Lord, who sat alone in the midst of the evil clouds: "I gave you a chance! But it seems you didn't seize it!"
I don't know if he was mocking Zhong Xi or Yu Liyang.
Changes come so quickly.
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Immense, formidable clouds surround it, it is a scattering of peach blossoms.
In the peach blossom grove, where only a few peach trees remained, there was only one lonely Peach Blossom Fairy left.
The peachwood stool he sat on alone did not bring him companionship, but rather made this scene even more desolate.
Yu Liyang, with a flick of his sleeve, strode out of the peach grove and charged into the enemy camp! In that sea of ferocious and roaring soldiers, he carved a path of tranquility and flowers.
Although his fine garments were tattered, and his hair was dishevelled, his body bearing the marks of wounds... he still possessed an endless charm! The Peach Blossom Immortal's stepping-on-flowers poem, like a sudden spring breeze, scattered petals in abundance.
And if one's perspective were to shift even higher, above the Great Prison Lord Zhong Xi, one could see beyond the blood and flesh grinder formed by the vast army...
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Wave after wave of Human cultivators surged across the vast Dragon Territory, like a volley of arrows launched from a bow, plummeting straight into this "target"!
And there was a voice like thunder, rolling through the heavens, it was Jiang Wang's voice!
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He fearlessly charged into battle, leading the way and braving the flames. A valiant warrior, capable of facing ten thousand troops.
> "The night watchman, are you here" >"Taohua Yu Shangqing, are you here"
In this realm of Samsara imbued with Zen, the sound of Vajra Thunder from beyond resonates. The surging thunder roars like heavenly retribution.
In response, Yu Liyang let out a carefree laugh: "I'm here in this formation, merely enjoying the flowers and waiting for wine. What harm could it bring me!"
It is in the midst of that army, like dark clouds churning with a raging sea!
From the vast Hai Clan army, countless streams branched out, continuously expanding outward and directly engaging these human reinforcements.
However, with an endless tide of human armies pounding at the gate and two apex powerhouses clashing within, how could such a formation possibly stand
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Even though Zhong Xi has the military strategies of Jiang Mengxiong, he is still likely unable to command the army again.
Under the golden crown, his youthful face remained impassive, offering no response to Candle Age's provocation. He still moved his troops with calm efficiency, using a dense and unrelenting array of soldiers to tightly block Candle Age, who was engulfed in white flames, from approaching him.
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Every marine warrior on the battlefield poured their every ounce of strength into this moment. They dedicated all their power to the Grand Prison King, the one who bore the brunt of the tempestuous sea and shattered the Abyssal Vortex with his own hands.
Millions of wills will sink to the bottom, and an immense army has only one will running through it. Continuously, sea tribe warriors die, and continuously, sea tribe warriors replenish.
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The entire formation completed a miraculous and ingenious split, dividing into two: an inner and outer array. The inner array single-handedly suppressed Yu Liyang, while the outer array resembled a silver dragon's tail, roaring and intercepting reinforcements from all directions of the human race.
The collapse of the military formation is only a matter of time.
But the specific measurement of time, that was Zhong Xi's question.
The Saha World is unbearable, the East Sea Dragon Palace and the Human Clan's Hai Island are no better. It all comes down to who can endure longer, whoever breaks first loses.
He believes that before hardship, the sea tribe could endure more. Nothing else.
Does humankind know the suffering of the vast sea!
In this very moment, every inch of precious time must be watered with blood. All fear, pain, and despair need to be endured with resilience.
Even in death, I will not retreat! Even in death, I will not retreat!
The clash of weapons is a symphony of metallic clangor.
On this vast and bloody battlefield, neither human nor sea creature warrior died a traitor's death!
The dead looked around, no familiar faces. A whole squad, even a whole company, remained only one.
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The last one, still with red eyes, charged.
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Humans and the Aquatic people have fundamental differences, yet at this moment they are strikingly similar. Boom!
This is the sound of thunder. Boom!
This sound is the violent tremor of the Hai Clan army formation, with billowing ominous clouds constantly churning, already on the brink of collapse!
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Just on the eve of this collapse, suddenly there was a roar of a dragon! The dragon's roar rose, and the thunder ceased.
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No, it was Jiang Wang's control over the thunder that was plundered. The extraterrestrial Vajra Thunder Sound was easily contained and then swept into a terrifying roar that shook the heavens and seas!
The Dragon Clan Sovereign, Tai Yong, has arrived!
In the Yuheng Star Pavilion, the ancient sea dragon imprisoned in the stone chamber was unusually quiet. It didn't even try to struggle for its freedom.
He slammed into the seal, only to curl up in a corner, his breath rapidly fading until he barely even breathed, almost like a fossil.
And Jiang Wang was still wantonly pulling at starlight, as usual, ruthlessly drawing on the power of the ancient dragon. He also ignored that today’s dragon merely bore it in silence, neither cursing nor begging for mercy.
He threw himself into the battle with all his might, slaying his enemies so that their skulls rolled and blood flowed freely. It was as if this was the only way to honor the brothers who had followed him here and died before him.
He killed too quickly, rushed too far forward, almost out of touch with the majority. It was Zhu Biqiong and Zhu Qingru who each went to one side, flanking him.
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When the dragon's roar occurred, his Dharmapala Vajra Thunder Sound became instantly out of control. His celestial appearance as a Sravaka also easily shattered!
Fortunately, I have not yet opened the ear of Samantabhadra, nor have I sat with celestial beings.
The greater the control over sound, the more terrifying the backlash at this moment. Even if Tai Yong wasn't targeting him, as the emperor, he simply took over the battlefield casually. But it was still a kind of confrontation!
This is not the Xuan Nan Gong from the Shenxiao world, only a part of his power has descended. Tai Yong's Dao body and physical body are united as one, at this moment he is displaying the pinnacle.
The might of the peak's power, just a ripple, is also the mountain falling.
Just like a gust of wind sweeping across the land, it doesn't intentionally target everything in its path, but the exposed branches will inevitably be broken.
Jiang Wang's ears, which held a hint of jade color, cracked open with fissures that flickered in and out of sight. Like two delicate jade ornaments, they had already been shattered, on the verge of complete destruction.
Buzz buzz buzz!
There is a resonant sound like that of a great bell in the ears. Guanyin opens at the ear! Ear Immortal appears!
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Jiang Wang's body plummeted from the sky. He was powerless to control himself, for he had exhausted all his strength to resist this lingering echo.
On a battlefield where the fighting is intense, falling means almost certain death.
Around them, countless marine warriors bombarded them with spells, hoping to kill the vicious human thoroughly.
Zhu Biqiong, who had always been paying attention to Jiang Wang, was the first to notice something was wrong. She immediately hugged Jiang Wang and stepped on all sorts of spells, with a phantom of bone wings opening behind her.
Rustbone bird!
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And just like that, he embraced Jiang Wang and vanished in an instant. With his left hand flying, he used a series of healing spells to mend Jiang Wang's ears – blood was already oozing from the ear canals.
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Zuo Qingru hasn't arrived yet, but she is not far away.
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Jiang Wang's ears, on the slits where they had been injured, were instantly covered with sealing patterns. It only briefly sealed the wounds, preventing the slits from expanding further.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
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It's like someone is drumming in my head, the sound so chaotically loud!
In that hazy state, Jiang Wang suddenly remembered a lofty voice he had heard long ago in the illusory realm of Tai Xu—the Messenger of Tai Xu, the solitary invincible cultivator of Tai Xu Five Elements, Du Gu Wu Di. "You have entered the Hongmeng Space."
Vast! Magnificent!
Wonderful, magnificent, and boundless.
The way of True Monarchs resonates, echoing the genuine words of Dao. These are not to be heard by the mortal mind, yet when the Divine descends, they can be spoken.
He had already analyzed it, understood it, and knew its essence.
In the ears on the verge of shattering, that Ear Immortal with no defined features billowed his sleeves and suddenly extended a sword finger, chanting: “I observe all beings, they are all free!”
The great bronze bells of that era, once resounding and clear, have now become faint wind chimes, their echoes fading away. Their lingering tones are shattered.
Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils turning crimson gold. He broke free from Zhu Bi's embrace and once again charged towards the Sea Clan army!
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Never retreat!
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He may not be a good commander, nor an excellent military strategist, but he is definitely a reliable comrade.
Therefore, there is no retreat for this line of action.
All this said, it's quite grand.
But on today's battlefield, even the princes of Qi and peerless prodigies are just ripples. What truly decides the outcome of a war is either a massive army or someone at the peak of transcendence!
Tai Yong did not choose to support Long Zen Ling, nor did he care about Chi Mei Emperor Xi Yang. Instead, he immediately supported Zhong Xi and wanted to kill Chu Sui and Yu Li Yang, the two strong and dying forces.
This is undoubtedly the right strategic choice, especially for the battlefield of the Samsara Dragon Realm. A colossal dragon body, like mountains traversing the sky, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning all serving as its subordinates.
He didn't even notice Jiang Wang, let alone the struggle in Jiang Wang's ears.
He saw the Hai Clan army on the verge of collapse, he saw the Daoyu Emperor struggling to hold on, he also saw the nearly extinguished candles and Yu Liyang's springlike beauty fading away.
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Well-timed!
The golden dragon scales shimmered.
A golden dragon's eye, as large as a house, looked down upon Yu Liyang with majesty—but just then, the sound of waves suddenly arose.
The waves are surging, covering the sky and earth. Like something from beyond the heavens, it's right beside my ears. Where does this sea come from
No, that is not the sound of the sea. The wave has come!
Between the golden dragon eyes of Tai Yong and Yu Liyang trapped by the army, there lay a crimson river, like a red ribbon waved by a deity.
And on the crest of the surging blood tide, stood a man as towering as a mountain.
Dressed in a blood-red robe, he looked to be around middle age. His features were the same as Jiang Wang had seen before, still quite refined. But his bearing was no longer the elegant refinement of old; it now exuded an air of calmness and grandeur, a vastness that seemed boundless.
Peak Mover Zhenjun Peng Chongjian! No, perhaps it should be called.... Blood River True Monarch!
Last year, a great upheaval struck the Blood River Sect. The evil ancestor Bodhi emerged, leading to the death of the previous sect master, Huo Shi. The Blood River Sect was left in turmoil.
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Ho Shih and Yù Niàn were both heavy with the weight of expectation, but Zhòng Xuán once again rejected them. Therefore, Peng Chongjian, facing imminent danger, inevitably inherited the position as head of the sect.
What Jiang Wang hadn't expected, however, was...
In just a year, this masterful figure successfully scaled the peak and reached the summit!
Was it Peng Chongjian who was too strong, or did the Blood River Sect have its own blessings Of course, none of this matters at this moment.
What matters is that Peng Chongjian came, what matters is that Peng Chongjian also participated in this war. What matters is that he stopped Tai Yong!
In the earth-shattering roar, the army of the Hai clan, composed of countless strong warriors, finally collapsed! Above the sky, Zhu Sui, surrounded by white flames, had already met Zhong Xi in his golden crown and embroidered robe.
On the land, Yu Liyang, unparalleled in grace and style, stood tall. With a single wave of his sleeve — warriors from the vast sea clan fell around him, circle after circle!nally sent the Extreme Dream into their minds.Of course, each of them has a celestial demon-level existence behind them, but in terms of real power... which one is more ferocious than the Ape Immortal...