In the ancestral hall of the Great Kun Dynasty.
The ancestors of the Great Kun Dynasty were enshrined here. Regardless of whether they were alive or dead, they would leave a soul tablet here to be enshrined.
The emperor of Great Kun led the many powerhouses and looked at the shattered soul tablets in the ancestral hall in fear!
The shattering of the soul tablet meant that the person on it was dead.
"The second-generation emperor of Great Kun, Huyan Lie, is dead!"
"The third-generation emperor of Great Kun, Huyan Xun, is dead!"
"The fifth-generation emperor of Great Kun, Huyan Lei, is dead!"
"…"
"The first-generation emperor of Great Kun, Huyan Zhuo, is dead!"
With a series of crackling explosions, the highest row of soul tablets at the top of the ancestral hall exploded.
"Dead … dead …"
Huyan Qing, the emperor of Great Kun, revealed a look of disbelief, "How is this possible? How is this possible? How could the old emperor die?! “
The first-generation emperor was the one who founded the Great Kun Dynasty. His strength was also known as the number one person in Great Kun, and he was the closest to the legendary Emperor's Throne powerhouse.
Now, even his soul tablet had shattered.
"No, I don't believe it!"
The emperor of Great Kun roared repeatedly, his expression filled with anger and ruthlessness, "Investigate, investigate ruthlessly. Even if I have to use all the power of Great Kun, I'll tear this thief into pieces!"
"Yes!"
Behind him, a dozen or so voices with powerful auras responded in a heavy tone. Then, they were about to rush out.
"Rumble …"
Right at this moment, a foot descended from the sky and stepped on the Great Kun Imperial Palace like a giant splitting the ground.
All sorts of screams rang out in the ancestral hall. Some people tried to rush out, but it was too late.
That foot was simply too big, and it directly enveloped the entire Great Kun Imperial Palace.
The Great Kun imperial family was destroyed!
The remaining dozen or so Martial Saints of Great Kun were dead!
In the air, Ye Chen slowly retracted his right foot. He looked at the purple-clothed old man, Wu Gaomin, who was shocked, calmly, "Treat this foot as a gift from me to Ying! “
…
In Dongzhang Village, the sky gradually brightened. The sun rose from the other side of the mountain, trying to illuminate the entire land.
However, in contrast, East Zhang Village was bleak. Broken fences and dilapidated walls could be seen everywhere, as well as the ashes of the fire.
Old Zhang led the hundreds of people from Lin 'an County who had escaped to Dongzhang Village and began to repair their temporary residence.
'It's too tragic!'
This was Old Zhang's only remaining thought.
He did not sleep for the entire night. First, he led his men to search every house, trying to find any survivors. However, all he saw were cold and familiar corpses.
In other words, the father and daughter were the only survivors in East Zhang Village.
As for the hundreds of people who were begging for help, after a night of hard work, coupled with the excessive shock, they were already starving to the point where their limbs were weak.
Left with no other choice, he could only find some food elsewhere. Fortunately, there was still half a storehouse of grain left in Squire Zhang's residence. It could be considered as temporarily solving the problem of eating for everyone.
The things that troubled ordinary people were nothing more than clothing, food, shelter, and transportation. For refugees, as long as they had something to eat and a place to temporarily stay, they would be satisfied.
But what should he do next?
Old Zhang knew nothing!
After experiencing so many disasters in one night, he was already numb. The only thought in his mind was to survive.
When he thought of this, he could not help but glance at his daughter, who was sitting at the entrance of the village and staring blankly at the north. He looked at the half-eaten biscuit in his hand and walked over hesitantly. "Daughter, have some."
Cui Hua remained unmoved like a stone statue. After a while, she said faintly, "Father, do you think Blockhead will come back?"
Through the refugees' narration, she had completely accepted that the so-called blockhead had immortal-like means.
"Yes, he will definitely come back."
Looking at his daughter's eager gaze, Old Zhang felt a little suffocated. He comforted her in a hoarse voice and turned around to make other arrangements.
"Blockhead!"
His daughter exclaimed.
He turned his head to look by instinct and saw his daughter stand up and run toward the entrance of the village in high spirits.
There, a young man with white hair in green stood slowly. He had a smile on his face, and his green clothes fluttered in the wind.
"Blockhead!"
Cui Hua wanted to hug Ye Chen excitedly when she got closer. However, she seemed to have thought of something subsequently and stopped in her tracks.
She knew that the person before her was not the blockhead from the past, but the immortal that her father and the rest were talking about.
She was not worthy of an immortal.
Ye Chen smiled faintly. He walked over and patted her shoulder lightly, "I'm relieved that you and your daughter are fine."
Cui Hua's eyes dimmed. She then looked at Ye Chen in a daze and forced a smile, "Have you really recovered your memory?"
"That's right."
Ye Chen nodded lightly and said, "My surname is Ye and my name is Chen. I ended up here because I was injured by an enemy."
"Enemy?"
Cui Hua's expression changed slightly as she said nervously, "Is that enemy of yours very powerful?"
Although she had never seen Ye Chen's means, her father and the rest called him an immortal. Did that mean that the immortal's enemy was also an immortal?
"It's alright."
Ye Chen shook his head with a smile.
"Immortal …"
"Benefactor …"
At this moment, many refugees in ragged clothes rushed over from the village. When they were less than 30 meters away from him, they knelt down in unison, extremely grateful.
If Ye Chen had not saved them on the way to Lin 'an County, they would have died long ago.
"Everyone, please rise."
Ye Chen raised his hand, and everyone realized that they could not help but stand up. They were even more shocked.
He swept his gaze across and looked at the helpless and sorrowful faces. He could not help but sigh softly, "Your family died in the flames of war. I sympathize with you, but things will be different from now on."
At the next moment!
Wu Gaomin landed on the ground from the void.
Ye Chen glanced at Wu Gaomin and said, "This is an immortal from the Daluo Dynasty. He knows the Emperor of Daluo. Daluo is about to attack Great Kun. I believe that he will treat you well after he unifies Great Kun."
No one said a word in the face of his comfort. They only looked at Wu Gaomin in disbelief.
Meeting everyone's gaze, Wu Gaomin nodded slightly and said, "I can guarantee that when my Daluo army enters the country in the future, they will not bully you. I, the Emperor of Daluo, love the people and will treat you well. I will redistribute the land and give you cattle, tax exemptions, and other policies …"
Cheers came from the crowd.
Ye Chen watched silently. He was not a saint. That was all he could do for these ordinary people.
Fortunately, through his conversation with Wu Gaomin along the way, he learned that the Daluo Dynasty was different from Great Kun. He believed that after these people became Daluo citizens, they would have a better life.
…
Zhang Ji Iron Shop, in a temporary shed.
Ye Chen could not help but sigh as he looked at the dilapidated walls around him.
He had lived here for almost a month. Before he woke up, he had treated this place as his home.
Thinking to this point, he could not help but bow to Old Zhang and his daughter, "Thank you for taking care of me all this time!"
(End of this chapter)
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