The armies of the two countries retreated.
They had embarked on the journey with boundless fanaticism and ambition, but before they had even achieved victory, they had suffered a devastating blow, both physically and in morale.
Fear still lingered on the faces of every soldier. They prided themselves as brave warriors, but they had no idea how to deal with that god-like enemy. But in addition to their defeat, they also rejoiced that they had survived the disaster.
At least they could still go home.
But the commanders of the two countries were in an even more complicated mood.
After slashing down with his sword, Sun Lang casually strolled into the command post of the coalition army. Under the fearful gaze of the guards, he told the Grand Marshal of the coalition army, the commanders of the Ecclesiastical Templars, and the commanders of the Dragon Teeth Army about what had happened in Houtu Empire.
The generals of the two countries received the most accurate information, including the most puzzling question: why did Houtu Empire lose all of its Imperial Army in a single night?
The answer made their blood run cold.
Because Sun Lang mentioned a coincidence that made them feel horrified.
Why did the rulers of Ruijin and Lihuo foresee that Houtu Empire was about to fall into a destructive civil war? Why did they prepare for the war in advance? Why did the remnants of the Sky Demon dance gracefully in Houtu Empire's calamity? Then, could the same note be hidden in the two countries?
Such guesses and reminders made the warriors, who had been through hundreds of battles, feel waves of fear.
In the face of this unprecedentedly powerful enemy, even the bravest warrior had to admit that the odds of victory were zero. There was no need to continue this war. The generals were all anxious to go home. If Sun Lang's words were not just an alarmist, it meant that a great danger not inferior to the chaos in Houtu Empire was approaching their countries.
The attitude of the Divine Originals of the three armies of the Ecclesiastical Templars was the most intense. They were worried about their beloved Divine Emperor and their other brothers, so they were anxious to return to St. Urie Castle to find out the truth and sweep away their worries.
A great rebellion was about to sweep across Lihuo Empire.
The news of the enemy's withdrawal swept across the border of Houtu Empire as if it had grown wings.
The military and political officials did not believe it at first. The scouts and guerrillas swore and even made a military pledge that a sword peak had indeed appeared in the north of Tumen Ridge.
The area within a radius of several dozen li was covered in broken armor and wreckage.
When they talked about this matter, their faces were filled with fanaticism.
The officials still did not believe it; they were afraid it was a trap set by the enemy. Thereupon they sent out three fourth-ranked civil and military officials to lead a team to investigate. These officials wrote their wills, hid the poison well, and immediately set off.
At the same time, there were also many warriors and chivalrous men among the common people, the martial arts world, and the wealthy clans who were heading towards the legendary Sword Lofty Peak. Their families, properties, and ancestral shrines were all there. They had to confirm with their own eyes that the enemy had retreated. They had to figure out what had happened.
Soon, they witnessed everything with their own eyes.
When people saw towering mountains, they would sigh at their height. When people saw magnificent cities, they would praise them for their magnificence. It was precisely because of their own insignificance that when people saw the vastness of the world, they would be overwhelmed, fearful, and in awe.
When they saw this peerless sword that reached the heavens, their minds went blank.
They were all warriors and had been climbing towards the peak of martial arts all their lives. After seeing this sword, their instincts as warriors immediately told them an unbelievable fact — this was not a divine work of nature, nor was it the mighty power of a god. It was the manifestation of a warrior's essence, qi, spirit, and will.
The scenery of the peak of martial arts was slowly unfolding in front of everyone.
Some people cried out loud, some people knelt on the ground devoutly, some people sat cross-legged, and some people endured the huge surge of emotions and turned to leave. They had to pass this shocking news back.
When this mythical news was confirmed, there was only one question left.
— Who did this?
People madly searched for clues. There were even people who were not afraid of death who took several fast horses to the north and chased after the armies of the two countries. They wanted to ask who exactly beat them up.
The news of the enemy's retreat was sent back to the capital through the fastest means of communication.
In Tensei Province, Princess Pingyang, who was in a meeting with important officials, received an extremely secret message. She opened it and a smile appeared on her dignified and beautiful face.
Wei Zheng and the others held their breaths and waited quietly. Seeing this, they could not help but ask, "Princess, what's the matter?"
When the Empress Concubine led the army out that day, she had already made arrangements for her funeral. If there were any mishaps, Ping Yang would take over her position. She left everything to her younger sister and Sun Lang. She also left behind a will, asking her subordinates to assist her as usual, for the sake of the country.
Wei Zheng and the others followed this will. However, when there were no outsiders, they called her "Princess" to show their difference and remembrance.
Pingyang smiled faintly and said, "My master defeated the enemy."
She passed the secret message to everyone calmly and without the slightest excitement.
Everyone secretly praised Princess Pingyang. She was as shrewd as the old master. Your Highness, you can rest in peace.
After everyone digested this explosive news, Princess Pingyang said, "Since this matter has been decided, there will be waves. Everyone, follow the previous arrangements and do your own things."
The officials retreated in awe. Wei Zheng walked at the end and respectfully closed the door.
Through the last crack, he seemed to have seen Princess Ping Yang jump with force and spin around a few times … Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Whatever.
He smiled faintly.
— There was nothing bad about it.
And … Sun Lang had done such an earth-shattering thing.
The officials in the imperial court would have a headache.
Those who chased after the armies of the two countries and wanted to know the truth also got the answer.
They caught up with the army of Lihuo with the feeling of knowing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening. They were not shot into sieves, nor were they treated rudely. After hearing the purpose of their visit, the officer of Lihuo who intercepted them took them to the mobile command post with a complicated expression. The general of Shenquan received them.
And told them the answer they wanted.
That person was Sun Lang, a high-ranking official of the Empire and a war hero of the Tianyuan era. At that time, he was called Jia Ying. Almost all the officers of Lihuo had seen him in the war memorial square, museums, and military textbooks.
Those people of the Empire walked all the way and saw what they wanted to see in the eyes of the enemy soldiers. They were in awe, avoidance, and wavering.
They were politely sent away by the soldiers of Lihuo.
They enthusiastically brought the news back to their country.
As soon as the news came out, the public was in an uproar. They spread the news everywhere and collected all the information about Sun Lang. More warriors set off again with the idea that seeing was believing. They wanted to hear the answer they wanted from the old Hairy. Anyway, they did not seem to dare to use violence.
The speed of the army was much slower than the speed of a single person. Teams of people of the Empire caught up with the defeated armies of the two countries. They asked the same question, like a repeater.
The armies of Rui Jin and Lihuo first patiently received them, but gradually became annoyed. After all, this was not a glorious thing. It was really annoying to talk about it over and over again. So the commander gave an order that if this happened again, each department would deal with it on their own. Even the most ordinary soldiers learned a few words of the Empire.
Later, even the bionics of the Rui Jin puppet army were implanted with a new logic command. As long as they saw the smiling people of the Empire, they would raise their weapons and shout.
"It's Sun Lang, General Shentse, Commander Of War of your country. He's alone. Don't ask anymore. Get out!"
They, too, became repeaters, and became the people they hated.
The highest officials of the three provinces of Qin, Song, and Ming jointly issued a notice to confirm the authenticity of this matter on the official level. The Martial Arts Hall in the capital drafted an edict to the world, describing the military disaster that almost happened, and that someone had saved everything. When the country was in danger, there was still someone who protected the country. They hoped that the people would be at peace, that the country would be rebuilt, and that the dead would be at peace.
In the edict drafted by the emperor, Sun Lang's achievements were also listed. He was adopted by the Rongguo Residence and was once named Jia Ying. After winning the Battle of Tianyuan and repaying the kindness of raising him, he changed back to his original name. During the war, he had risked his life for the Empire and made countless great contributions. Now, when the Empire was in danger, it was he who turned the tide and stabilized the Nine Provinces. This virtuous and capable person was unparalleled in the world. He was the only person south of the Big Dipper.
After three years, the country finally returned the honor and gratitude to Sun Lang.
The news spread all over the Nine Provinces.
"When the general was playing around in Ming Province, I had the honor of drinking with him and chatting with him. We hit it off very well. Now that I think about it, his voice and smile are still vivid in my mind."
The governor of Ming Province, Lord Lu Shouyan, was bragging with his vassals.
Everyone was listening attentively and looked envious. In fact, they were really envious.
"May I ask, Lord Lu, what were you chatting with the general about?"
Lord Lu said seriously, "Of course, we were talking about important matters of the country!"
"Father! Father! "
A petite figure pushed open the door of the study room. The little girl ran to Hu Shouxin's knees and shouted, "That big hero, is he Uncle Sun Lang that you always talk about?"
Hu Shouxin touched his daughter's little face and smiled, "Yes, yes."
The little girl pouted, "When Uncle Sun Lang was in Ming Province, why didn't you let me see him? If I saw him and told Dafeng and the others, they would be so envious! "
Hu Shouxin made a face, "Your Uncle Sun Lang is good at everything, but he's a big bad wolf. If he saw you, he would definitely swallow you into his stomach!"
The little girl giggled, "Of course not! Father, you're lying again! "
"How am I lying?" Hu Shouxin said with a stern face, "You always complain that the name 'Hu De' is too unpleasant to hear and cry to the heavens. Let me tell you the truth. This name was given to you by your Uncle Sun Lang. Tell me, isn't it very bad for him to give a girl such a strange name?"
The little girl blinked and then screamed, "This name was given by Uncle Sun Lang?"
Hu Shouxin choked, "… Yes."
As soon as she said that, she ran out and shouted, "I want to tell them!"
Hu Shouxin was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.
"F * ck."
He muttered, "If I hadn't bumped into him by chance half a year ago and picked him up, I don't know what he would be like now … In the end, I'm still awesome."
The Embroidery Hall was decorated with lanterns and colored banners.
The well-known national entrepreneur, Mr. Zhang Jianyuan, spoke enthusiastically, "Speaking of stinky tofu, I think of General Shentse. In the second half of last year, the stinky tofu that I developed with him officially walked onto the people's tables. This year, I will continue to be the head of the Embroidery Hall and promote this great delicacy to Ming Province and the world!"
In a gambling house, people were shouting and gambling. Someone asked curiously, "Big Sister, were you really captured by Commander Of War?"
Big Sister said with a smile, "How can it be fake? Many people can testify. "
The person was envious and respectful, "Then … What kind of person is he?"
The female cat burglar licked the corner of her mouth as if she was recalling something, "He's super powerful."
In a Taoist temple in Tang Province, a high-spirited and intense voice was also heard.
"That day, I had a sudden impulse to do a divination. I immediately vomited several liters of blood, and my face turned pale. Guess what happened? I divined that a boundless blood disaster was about to come, and the world would be in chaos. People would be plunged into misery and suffering, and the country would collapse. I asked my sect for help and a warning, but they didn't believe me. Instead, they were very relieved. I could only set off alone and rushed to the capital because many of my friends were there. "
The Taoist priest, who had the demeanor of an immortal and seemed to have a lot of cultivation, was speaking with fervor and assurance. The Taoists around him were stunned, "What happened in the end? The country was indeed in chaos! If General Shentse didn't turn the situation around, our Houtu Dynasty would have been finished! Oh, the heavens are really protecting us. "
His eyebrows danced, and he looked proud. "You might not believe it, but General Shentse Sun Lang is a friend I made in Ming Province. He has the appearance of a celestial being, and he is handsome and extraordinary. He looks like a person who will do great things! This success can be said to be perfect. "
At this point, he sincerely prayed, "General Shentse is famous all over the world, and his achievements cover the universe. He has a high position and a good salary, and his fame and fortune are just ordinary things. I know that he likes women, so I wish him a lot of wives and concubines, and a harmonious family!"
Rongguo's convoy was heading north, and the officials along the way became even more enthusiastic.
Lin Daiyu softly said, "It's a pity that I couldn't help."
Xue Baochai patted her hand, "There will be a chance …"
She looked up at the distant sky.
Grandma, did you see that? Husband didn't let anyone down.
Another group of people entering the capital also received the same news.
"It seems that we missed a big fight … It's all your fault for being too slow! That impostor actually used my name to shamelessly become the hero who saved the empire! I! Am! Yes! Lu! Shu! Ren! Ah! "
The capital.
Shinto Province was bustling with people, and gifts and invitations were piled up. In the quiet back garden, Sun Lang, who had secretly returned to the capital, received his first guest.
"Wu Hou, it's been a long time."
Zhuge Wu Hou looked at the few disciples standing by the side. He taught everyone without any bias, and every disciple had their own achievements. But the one that made him sigh the most was his closed door disciple.
"I once sighed, Xi Ren's personality is too straightforward, and might not be suitable for being an official. Even if he tries his best, it will only become more and more painful … I was wrong."
Wu Hou raised his teacup, "For him to be able to stand on your side, I am very gratified."
Sun Lang chuckled, and lazily leaned on the back of the chair.
Even though he had done such an earth shattering thing, and even opened up a mountain for the path of martial arts, his strength and achievements were close to that of a god, but he still looked the same as usual.
Or it could be said that he had always been like that.
"I heard that the officials in the capital wanted to cover up this matter?"
He asked with a smile.
Wu Hou waved his hand: "The reason is very sufficient, for example, with you suppressing the country, the Empire will be able to sit back and relax, and the citizens will lose their will to work hard, and so on and so forth, so they want to hide your name, not wanting to give this great merit to a real person …"
Sun Lang shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
"Those are just people worrying over nothing, human nature is like that, no one can look at everything rationally and calmly. After all, your actions are too shocking, and they are afraid that you will come to the capital with your sword, but they also do not want to bow and bend their knees to you. In the end, it's just the human heart."
Sun Lang asked, "Then what is Wu Hou's intention?"
Wu Hou gently waved his feather fan, and said calmly: "In all fairness, this old man also has objections, the empire has lost the Imperial Army, this is a change in the sky, the people are at a loss, the martial artists are dispirited, and there are strong enemies knocking on our door, in such a dangerous situation, we should rally the people and fight to the death, even if we have to pay a large number of casualties, we must use hot blood and sacrifice to rebuild the backbone of the Empress of Earth."
"As such, the sacrifice is worth it, because the strength of the Empress of Earth is not in the Imperial Army, but the confidence in her unrivalled martial spirit. As long as we let the people of the empire understand that even if we lose the Imperial Army, the Empress of Earth will not die, even if our country falls, even if the enemy wreaks havoc, the people of the empire will not lose their determination and will to resist, and engrave this will in our blood and be passed down from generation to generation, and there will be a day when the Empress of Earth will find a new source of power, and sooner or later there will be a day when she will come back for revenge."
Speaking to here, he shook his head and laughed bitterly: "You are good, with one sword, everything is over."
Sun Lang said softly: "I just feel that enough people have died."
Wu Hou sighed and had nothing to say.
Sun Lang asked again: "Wu Hou, why did you come here today, why don't you tell me."
The legendary minister put down the feather fan in his hand and said solemnly, "I'm here as a citizen of the Imperium to fight for a healthy and promising future for this country."
At the same time, another conversation was going on.
"Sun Lang said that Zhan 'er's soul came from the division of the ancestor Sky Demon, so there is still hope, don't go, okay? He wants Zhan 'er to come back just like you. "
Yinluo reached out to Shen Yaohua: "We will not stay in the empire for too long, we are about to embark on a new journey … Come with us, let's bring your husband back."
Shen Yaohua murmured: "Li Huo?"
Zhang Yinluo nodded.
She still remembered the cry for help from the Blazing Angel, the Li Huo Kingdom must be in trouble.
Thousands of miles away, across the mountains and seas.
Here was another country, an ocean away from Houtu.
The huge port took in and out goods day and night, huge airships floated in the sky, countless gorgeous towers stood on the ground, and people in robes walked in a hurry. It was already night here, the neat street lights occasionally flashed an orange arc, and in the dark night, strange shadows appeared. The night was the stage of another world, where people with abilities came and went.
This was the capital of the Great Western Continent's Thousand Island United States, Aram.
In the silence of the night, the Blue Palace was brightly lit. The commander of the United States, Fitzgerald, passed through layers of security procedures and entered the huge underground part of the highest administrative mansion. Every commander was the country's most powerful ability user, they personally guarded the country and guarded the country's biggest secret.
Even the commander himself had to pass through these extremely complicated and almost perfect defense measures. At the bottom of the underground palace, he saw the country's most precious treasure, a head.
This was an altar engraved with countless profound runes. Resplendent radiance flowed within, and gems and gold decorations were everywhere. They weren't luxuries, but rather arcane materials. This place was like another world, where the rules of the world were distorted. Amidst the rising and falling electric arcs, resplendent crystals floated around like stars, surrounding and protecting the 'sun' in the center.
The "sun" was a head, the head of the Sky Demon.
The eyes were tightly closed.
The commander's gaze was attracted by this head.
No ability user could resist being attracted by this head, it seemed to be the world's most perfect creation, just by looking at it, one could feel the mysteries of countless rules of the world. In fact, through the exploration and analysis of this head for hundreds of years, the United States gave birth to countless ability users and developed countless powerful spells. They enshrined this head on the altar, in the world's purest black water, and passed it down generation after generation.
The commander floated in the air and floated toward the head.
Today, he received another intelligence from the Houtu Empire, the content of which made him feel annoyed. Previously, he hesitated whether to loot the Houtu Empire, but the following news made him break out in a cold sweat. What the hell, the Imperial Army of the Houtu Empire was lost, how come there was such a guy?
And … the turmoil of the Houtu Empire, what was going on?
As usual, he approached the great head, wanting to obtain peace and enlightenment from this head, but the next moment, the most powerful ability user in the United States had goosebumps all over his body.
He saw the most terrifying scene in his life.
This head, which had been silent for hundreds of years, suddenly opened its eyes.
It gave him a ferocious smile.
A huge amount of mental power surged out, instantly breaking the commander's mental defense. The two looked at each other, and the surging light of their souls connected.
Sun Lang.
The head was silently muttering a name.
I look forward to the next round.
The Houtu Sacred Sword was not only the Sky Demon's hiding place, but also the cage that bound him, so he said he would not lose. Even if Sun Lang reversed the situation and won, in order to save the Houtu Empire from being destroyed by thousands of crazy warriors of the Imperial Army, he could only destroy the Sacred Sword.
All of this was already destined.
Just like fate, the river of time rolled forward.
When Jia Ying's soul was destroyed, the Houtu Empire set up a Spirit Gathering Array, but the huge amount of energy gathered in the Houtu Sacred Sword could not find the soul of the deceased. Instead, it tore open time and space, summoning the ignorant Sun Lang to this place, changing his personal fate, the fate of the world, and the fate of the Sky Demon.
The Houtu Sacred Sword did indeed contain the law of time and space, which was why it had such a miraculous effect. However, the law of time and space was the most difficult truth to comprehend in this universe. Even the Sky Demon could only make some superficial use of it, because this world was so vast, and the tributaries of the river of time were endless. At every moment, the world had countless possibilities. Perhaps Sun Lang's transmigration to this world was just one of the countless possibilities. Perhaps in other spaces, there were other stories happening.
But for the Sky Demon, for this world, this matter was meaningless.
Because the Houtu Sacred Sword had been destroyed.
In the Imperial City, the power of the Sacred Sword was released for the last time.
In the dark chaos, a consciousness slowly awakened.
She had a splitting headache and was muddle-headed. It was as if she had a very, very long dream. Countless memory fragments appeared in her mind, the content very absurd, very fragmented, and very shocking.
There seemed to be a voice calling out to her.
"Your Highness? Your Highness? "
She forced her eyes open and raised her head. She did not know where she was. Her mind was in chaos, and countless images came one after another. In this intense pain and confusion, one name was the clearest.
"Sun Lang."
She said that name.
"Sun Lang?"
The person who called out to her was confused. "Who is that? Is there such a person in the Six Armies? "
She looked at the person in front of her. Her chaotic mind cleared a little, and memories surfaced.
"Lord Wei …"
"… Your Highness, why are you so distant?"
The person in front of her was Wei Zheng. He chuckled. "Your Highness, are you still worried? There's no need. Commander War is a genius, and he has the support of Old Bai and the Sword Saints. He will definitely … "
She did not hear the rest of the words. She looked around and realized that this was a military tent. Memories flooded her mind. She had already recognized where she was.
An indescribable sense of absurdity and shock surrounded her.
A terrible conjecture arose in her mind.
She grabbed Wei Zheng's collar and shouted, "What day is it today?!"
Wei Zheng was shocked. "November 27th …"
Empress weakly let go of her hand and took two steps back. In a flash, countless memories flooded her mind. Her hands trembled slightly, and her face was filled with mixed feelings. This was because this day was engraved in her mind. The battle of the Great Desolate Mountain was about to begin.
"Pass on my military order!"
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