The old man stood up and led Zuo Xiaoduo forward.
Finally, they arrived in front of a tombstone.
This tombstone was obviously different from the previous ones. There were no names or photos on it, only numbers.
"Demon Monarch of Astral Souls, 36, 1!"
From 1 to 36, not a single one was missing.
The old man's face darkened visibly.
Here, none of his subordinates were left. They were all here.
Wine jars flew into the air one by one, and countless wine poured down from the air like a waterfall.
"Old brothers, I'm here to see you," the old man said softly.
Jars of wine flew out as if they were following orders. They went to a tombstone, opened automatically, and poured down on their own. Thirty-six tombstones poured down like a flash flood.
The old man sat in front of the tombstone, motionless for a long time with his eyes closed.
In the battle that year …
The Umno Alliance had a peerless talent like this kid. He secretly sent four Demon Monarchs to kill him in the Umno Alliance.
However, this kid was protected by the soul clone of the Ice Abyss Witch.
He ordered the Great Witch of the Ice Abyss and the Great Witch of the Raging Fire to attack together, while he led the Demon Army under his command to provide support. After a round of bitter battle, he finally managed to rescue them with great difficulty. Then, he rejoiced that the Great Witch of the Flood had suddenly appeared, and death was imminent …
In that battle … the Thousand Souls Nightmare Hammer directly flew over his head and smashed the sun and moon until they lost their light. The heavens and the earth were miserable. Twelve of the thirty-six Demon Monarchs who participated in the battle died one after another. In the end, when he was also seriously injured and was about to die, the remaining twenty-four joined forces to surround him and self-destructed. They sacrificed their lives to temporarily trap the Flood Great Witch. Only then did they blast open a way out for him.
Until now, sitting in front of the tombstone, he seemed to hear the desperate cries of his 36 brothers.
"Boss! Let's go! "
"If you don't go, we brothers won't die in peace!"
In the end, the cluster of mushroom clouds seemed to still be in front of his eyes …
Two streams of tears fell from the old man's eyes.
Flood, oh Flood, I know that you have a long-term vision. What you want is only to improve, only to reach the top.
But … even though I know, I can't do as you wish …
Because at that time, the first thing we considered was survival, not supremacy!
Flood, although you have your reasons, this old man still chooses to be irreconcilable with you. This enmity and hatred is absolutely irreconcilable!
In this life, only one of us can survive!
My brothers are waiting for me, and they are waiting for you!
"Zheng, Zheng!"
From the old man's ring came the screeching sound of the divine weapon rubbing against the scabbard. It was as if the divine weapon had smelled the scent of blood and could not wait to leave the scabbard and fight again!
The old man silently stroked the ring, and the clanging sound of the blade finally disappeared unwillingly.
"Don't worry. One day, I'll take you out of the scabbard. We'll kill the Umno Alliance until the sky is red with blood, and we'll kill that bastard Flood!"
The old man said softly, as if he was comforting a child. His voice was very soft and gentle, but there was a murderous aura in it that was almost tangible.
"One day, I … will be completely at ease and have no scruples … Don't worry, just wait a little longer. It's almost there."
The old man turned his head to look at Zuo Xiaoduo, and there was a trace of expectation in the depths of his eyes.
In his heart, he said quietly, "Brothers, don't worry. I'm almost there, or perhaps Flood is about to accompany you … When my grandson grows up, he doesn't need to reach the peak. As long as he reaches the level of Heavenly King, that will be the time for me to let go of everything and fight the final battle."
"At that time, I'll fight Flood and avenge you!"
He stooped down and stood up, bringing Zuo Xiaoduo along as he walked forward.
In the mausoleum forest, he walked forward with his hands behind his back. His gaze was bleak, and only his aura was faintly visible. He was like an old general in his twilight years, inspecting the mighty army that had followed him through hundreds of battles!
Zuo Xiaoduo quietly followed behind. He did not know when it started, but he no longer had the intention to run away.
The atmosphere here, the solemnity here, made his heart seem to have been sublimated, an unprecedented sublimation.
Even his entire soul was purified because of this.
Just like that, row after row of tombs, he slowly looked over. Those unfamiliar names, those young faces, row after row. Occasionally, when he saw grass, he would casually pull it out. Everything was natural and logical.
Occasionally, there would be people walking toward him, and then they would quietly turn aside and make way for each other. The whole process was silent.
Gradually, it became the old man who followed behind Zuo Xiaoduo blindly.
Zuo Xiaoduo wandered around the cemetery for two days and two nights.
Finally.
The old man said, "Go out. Even if you walk for another twenty years, you may not be able to finish reading. "
Zuo Xiaoduo looked back blankly and looked at the neat tombstones. It seemed that in the past, every hot-blooded warrior was smiling at him and calling his name.
"Zuo Xiaoduo, fight!"
Fight!
Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly clenched his fists, condensed his Qi in his hands, and showed his fighting spirit.
The old man said faintly, "While you are feeling melancholy for the New Year, they will no longer have the chance to celebrate the New Year. Never."
Zuo Xiaoduo was silent. Then, he felt his body shake, and he rose into the air and quickly left the cemetery.
The old man brought Zuo Xiaoduo to the cemetery. Throughout the entire process, other than the introduction at the beginning, he didn't say a word and didn't say anything else.
What principles, what insights, what thoughts, and so on … He didn't say anything at all.
However, Zuo Xiaoduo was very clear in his heart, and he was very sure that he had gained a lot from this trip.
This gain was spiritual, spiritual, and spiritual. Although it could not be transformed into material or even cultivation for the time being, the significance was far-reaching.
At least for now, he was no longer as impetuous as before.
And … the incomprehension and disrespect that lingered in his heart before, or rather … he did not understand.
Just by looking at this cemetery, he knew where the peace in the rear came from.
Zuo Xiaoduo even felt that everyone in the rear should come here to take a look and purify themselves.
To purify those who had long been blinded and tarnished by money, fat, power, and beauty, those who should have been human souls!
They should not be as numb and impatient as they were now. It was fine to be materialistic, but one could not ignore where all this came from.
Without these continuous tombstones, how could there be such materialistic people today?
Only those who had been here, who had seen all this, would be so heartbroken when they returned and saw those numb people. That was why … they felt that it was not worth it for the heroic souls.
The next moment, the wind whistled.
He was already in mid-air, and the mountains and rivers flashed past.
In front of him, there was a majestic pass that could be said to be a 'magnificent spectacle'!
Ever since Zuo Xiaoduo became sensible and had memories, the words' Sun Moon Pass' had been deeply ingrained in his heart and imprinted in his mind.
In these years when he was in school, there were too many traces of the words' Sun Moon Pass' in every book he read!
There were countless touching stories that were familiar to him, and the names of countless heroes were connected to these three words.
However, this was Zuo Xiaoduo's first time seeing the legendary Sun Moon Pass, but he knew what it was at first glance.
This was the Sun Moon Pass!
This must be the Sun Moon Pass!
In the whole world, only this place was worthy of this name!
He saw a continuous and endless pass, which was at least a hundred feet high, standing tall on the mountain ridge. Its entire body exuded a kind of color like that of an antique that was being played with. It spanned between heaven and earth, and one could not see the end of it.
It could be said to be the Great Wall, but it was not, because it was very wide and could accommodate countless people.
Rather than the Great Wall, it was more like a huge city that was tens of thousands of meters wide and millions of miles long!
This was the Sun Moon Pass!
This was the legendary Sun Moon City!
In front of the pass, there was still a bloody battle, and there was not only one place where there was a bloody battle!
In front of the pass, there were lofty mountains and steep ridges, and endless ravines. The terrain was extremely complicated and difficult to recognize!
Even the entire area in front of the pass, on the boundless land, was almost the same color as the walls of the Sun Moon Pass.
As a martial artist, Zuo Xiaoduo didn't even need to get too close to recognize that it was the color of dried blood with a single glance.
He did not know how much blood was needed to dye such a color. It could only be that kind of … batch after batch, generation after generation … The blood in front dried, and the blood in the back splashed again …
The blood kept splashing, drying, and cleaning. In the end, it could no longer be cleaned, and the heavy feeling of time could no longer be washed away.
"This … how much blood … is needed …"
Zuo Xiaoduo looked at the outside of the pass. As far as his eyes could see, thousands of miles were filled with this color. He could not help but feel shocked.
The old man stood in the air, looking at the vast land, and said coldly, "What you can see now, and what you can't see … are all battlefields, battlefields that have lasted for countless years!"
"Ever since the Sun Moon Pass was connected by the heroic spirits of the stars and solidified, no matter if it was the city walls or the battlefield over there, the complete landscape is … indestructible!"
"Today, one must at least be a Grand Magus, or at least a Heavenly King, to be able to stir up a storm in this area. Ordinary Sky Soaring Realm martial artists, when fighting here, even the slightest bit of dust … would not be able to splatter."
"Every day, even when the war is at its most peaceful … there are tens of thousands of martial artists fighting each other on this battlefield, and they will not rest until one of them is dead. The assassins and hunters of the various armies roam this area."
"Actually, there are only three outcomes when you discover the enemy. You can either be killed, be killed, or perish together. Basically, there is no such thing as mutual destruction and retreat."
"Life, in this place …"
The old man pointed with his finger, and everything in front of him was included. He said indifferently, "Just like dust."
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