Chapter 273: Fallen Old Friend, Nalan Xingde vs Chen Changsheng
Fifty-four years into the War of Gods.
This marks the fifty-fourth year since the War of Gods began and the fourth year since the total offensive started.
After the total offensive commenced, the resistance from the foreign realm became even more intense.
Five Immortal Sovereign Realm experts were forcibly summoned, attempting to break through the siege of the War of Gods army.
Faced with this overwhelming power, the coalition of the War of Gods was pushed back time and again.
At this moment, Huineng stepped forward from the coalition.
The old monk with brows as white as snow walked step by step towards the five Immortal Sovereign Realm experts.
He casually threw off his robe.
The red robe instantly transformed into a wall that rose to the height of the heavens.
On that day, the entire foreign realm resonated with sounds of mantras, emanating with the golden light of Buddha statues, firmly blocking the five Immortal Sovereign Realm experts.
Twelve hours later, Chen Changsheng arrived with true masters and killed all five Immortal Sovereign Realm experts with great means.
However, Huineng turned to ashes in those twelve hours, with not even a trace of his spiritual sense making it onto the War of Gods list.
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Fifty-five years into the War of Gods.
The price for summoning many strong beings from the foreign realm finally manifested.
What was once a vibrant foreign realm was now like a ghost town, and the War of Gods coalition suffered countless casualties.
In this year, the commander of the Mountain Shaking Army, Qian Bao’er, the spokesperson of the Wanfeng Merchant Association, fell.
Faced with eight Rebirth Realm beings, along with a half-step Immortal Sovereign Realm expert, Qian Bao’er did not retreat an inch.
The Treasure Gathering Basin forged from purple gold spewed forth endless magic treasures.
On that day, countless magic treasures fell like raindrops.
When the battle ended, all the enemies perished, but the price paid by Qian Bao’er was that she was reduced to ashes.
Upon learning of Qian Bao’er’s demise, Zhi Ze and Chen Changsheng had a fierce argument and then crazily rushed into the foreign realm.
At that moment, Zhi Ze, once seen as a good omen, seemed to transform into a fierce beast.
In the foreign realm’s expanse of eight thousand miles, all living beings perished, with none surviving.
After Qian Bao’er’s fall, Linglong, the former Buddha girl of Cloud Mountain Temple and the wife of the Demon Emperor, met her demise.
Some saw on the battlefield that Linglong, dressed in red, rushed into the ill-fated belly of the enemy.
Her decisive gaze seemed to be intentionally seeking d*ath.
Upon hearing this, the remaining members of the War of Gods coalition all smiled with a sense of resignation.
Yet, within that smile was an indescribable bitterness, or perhaps a sense of liberation.
It had been fifty-five years since the War of Gods began, and everyone had a clear understanding of the concept of misfortune.
Though the war was about to come to a close, everyone knew that they could not survive.
Having fought in the foreign realm for over fifty years, the aura of misfortune had long seeped into their bones.
Once they stepped out, they would undoubtedly become a disaster for the outside world.
Rather than continuing to struggle for life, waiting for their friends to k*ll them, it was better to d*e generously.
Moreover, the remaining members of the War of Gods coalition had never thought of surviving.
After fifty-five years of bloody conflict, the only reason they had miraculously survived was not due to their own strength, but because countless comrades had died in their stead.
Surviving meant shouldering the expectations of three hundred thousand comrades, a pressure far too great for them to bear.
Better to follow them into d*ath, so that they could find peace of mind.
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Great Wall.
Linglong had fallen, and Tianxuan disturbed neither the peace nor showed any anger; he simply stood quietly on the Great Wall, observing.
“Boom!”
The formation sealing the passageway was struck with a tremendous impact.
Nalan Xingde held a measuring stick, countless golden characters swirling around him.
Standing in his way was Chen Changsheng.
“I’ve said it before, no living being can leave this world, not even the dead.”
“Sir, Bao’er has turned to ashes. Are you truly unwilling to leave Linglong with a complete corpse?”
“It’s not that I’m unwilling, it’s that the hundreds of thousands of dead beings are unwilling.”
“Once leaked, all sacrifices will be wasted.”
“No sentiment is perfect; they have suffered too much. Let them see each other one last time!”
“Just one time!”
Faced with Nalan Xingde’s reddened eyes, Chen Changsheng turned to glance at the statue-like Tianxuan.
“Ten days!”
“Only ten days’ time; after ten days, the body must be destroyed.”
“During these ten days, you must personally guard it and not allow any accidents.”
Having said that, Chen Changsheng’s figure vanished, while Nalan Xingde slowly approached Tianxuan.
A crystal coffin appeared before Tianxuan, with the once vibrant Linglong lying inside.
But unfortunately, she could no longer open her eyes.
Looking at Tianxuan’s silent demeanor, Nalan Xingde said softly, “Don’t blame the sir; he is actually a tough exterior with a soft heart.”
“Linglong’s corpse was recovered by him at the risk of his life from the clutches of misfortune.”
“He initially wanted to arrange for you to meet once more in the foreign realm, but I wanted you to stay a little longer.”
“Moreover, concerning the matter of the War of Gods list…”
“I know.”
Tianxuan interrupted Nalan Xingde, raising his hand to caress Linglong’s face.
“When participating in the thirtieth battle of the War of Gods, Linglong told me her thoughts.”
“She said that she would rather d*e than ascend the War of Gods list, as she did not want to become a god devoid of ‘humanity.’”
“And she also told me not to beg the sir.”
“She said the sir has great powers and many means, perhaps a way to bring her back unharmed.”
“But doing so would be a private affair that would harm my ability to lead the Demon Clan, and it would be disadvantageous to the sir.”
“If I go against her wishes, even if I save her, she would choose to end her own life.”
As he spoke, Tianxuan looked towards a certain building, murmuring.
“Sir, I know you’ve hidden a trace of Linglong’s spiritual sense; please return it to me. Linglong will not ascend the War of Gods list.”
In response to Tianxuan’s words, there was no sound from within the building.
“Boom!”
Tianxuan knelt down, his knees hitting the ground with a thud.
“Sir, if Linglong were willing to choose to survive, then she would not have participated in the War of Gods.”
“What you’re doing will only make Linglong blame me.”
Saying this, a smile appeared on Tianxuan’s lips, though tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Whoosh!”
A strand of spiritual sense flew out from the room and finally entered Linglong’s body.
After a while, Linglong slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at herself lying in the coffin and then at Tianxuan kneeling on the ground, smiling happily.
“I knew you wouldn’t lie to me.”
With that, Linglong jumped out of the coffin, pulled Tianxuan up from the ground, and said to the distant room.
“Sir, please seal it off.”
“That way, you won’t have to send someone to guard us. Our little couple’s private talk shouldn’t be heard by outsiders.”
As her voice fell, a wisp of transparent flame drilled into Linglong’s forehead.
“Thank you, sir. Tianxuan and I will take our leave now.”
“I have already grasped the general situation of the misfortune. You must extinguish it!”
With that, Linglong took Tianxuan and left, while Chen Changsheng appeared outside the door, unbeknownst to when he had arrived.
