Chapter 189: You Go into the Long Night, I Face the Bright M
t this early stage, during such an insignificant time, he had discovered the limitations of the wrong path and realized the arrogance that the wrong path itself brought about.Fate hadn't given him a m...The sky is full of bright and boundless moonlight.
But at this time, it was shrouded in gloom, with figures flitting back and forth.
"Kill!"
One word貫穿throughout ancient times and even today.
Troops surged forward, banners fluttered in the wind.
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As if dark clouds obscured the colors.
Ji Lan's upper body was still within the cocoon of the Dao, while her lower body was outside, gradually separating.
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That will be the process of nurturing a dragon's body for a thousand years, flying out of the Dragon Palace and approaching the human form, it is also the process of the fusion of the bodies of humans and sea creatures.
His appearance under the bright moon symbolizes his ambition to gain control over Xuanyuan Shuo's fishing rights!
On the two opposing paths of transcendence, he had paved his own way ahead, holding everything in his grasp. Unexpectedly, at this moment, an ominous aura pierced through his body like a needle. Looking down at Cao Jie's divine battleground, it seemed as if heavy clouds were gathering, and he was also quite surprised.
But it stopped there.
Out loud, he exclaimed: “He has a touch of the celestial warrior's air!” Then with a flick of his hand, he pointed like a flag.
Blood-colored soldiers also arose around him, swirling like dragons.
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Many sea warrior have fallen in battle within the Sawapa Dragon Realm, their numbers unknown. Across generations, countless have perished fighting for the sea clan, falling in the Netherworld! Now, their war spirits return, answering the call.
War spirit is not a soul, nor a remnant of it.
Those sea beast warriors who had their growth cycles forcibly compressed and prematurely catalyzed into a state of Dao-body, were not even qualified to leave any traces, let alone enter this formation.
A tide of blood-red soldiers surged forward, each one clad in armor.
The reins of the war beast, the bones of the battle flag, a roar that calls for life and death, murderous aura fills the armor.
One person becomes an army, one body wields ten thousand soldiers.
This is what's called supernatural powers, the commander of troops!
The most famous person in history to master this supernatural ability was Yang Zhen, the Grand Marshal of all military forces during the founding of the Changguo nation. Known as the "Martial Immortal," his extraordinary abilities were considered "The General of Ten Thousand Armies, the Scourge of the World!"
Ranked among the top divine abilities in military history, it is unmatched in its ferocious aura. Because only a worthy warrior could wield this power, it has always been a testament to renowned generals throughout history.
Jilan, since her first appearance, has evolved countless divine abilities, making it impossible to count. She can still wield such powers with such mastery, it's truly terrifying!
Others might be surprised by Ji Lanxian's multitude of methods, but Xuan Yuan Shuo certainly wouldn't be. Back then, in their fight for life and death, Ji Lanxian used every trick in the book, yet she was still killed by him!
Almost as if Ji Lan was bowing his head to survey the battlefield below, he simultaneously raised his head on the Tianya Terrace, his hat tilted at an angle, his face radiant and handsome.
In the midst of bitter wind and relentless rain, his disheveled appearance couldn't hide the inherent nobility that shone through in just his forehead and eyes.
Within the moon's glow, the face reflected in the ocean was already that of a rare beauty, but his visage surpassed even that. There was only an added weight and oppression, lacking the ease and freedom he once possessed.
When his eyes emerged from beneath the straw hat, the heavens themselves split open! It opened not just space, nor merely this very sky, but seemed to continue the ancient ages… Farewell, Great One! The breath of antiquity filled the air, and an ancient hymn echoed through heaven and earth.
Even before the rift opened, a palpable pressure weighed upon both body and soul, causing one to feel crushed and prostrate. But once the rift appeared, within the realm of illusions, regardless of human or sea races, all fell as if before a surging tide, worshipping in vast numbers.
The rift in the heavens was still just a thread-like fissure, but people could already see the golden light surging within it. It emanated an unparalleled, all-encompassing majesty, like a flowing lava! Divine powers, the Emperor descends!
Under heaven, all is the sovereign's land; along its borders, all are the sovereign's subjects! This being the descendant of the human emperor, one borrows majesty from antiquity.
The second emperor of ancient times was Emperor Yu, one of the Eight Wise Ministers of Emperor Shennong. His name was "Xuan Yuan" and he was revered as "Emperor Yu." After Emperor Shennong passed away, he inherited the responsibility of protecting humankind.
The Refugee clan lived through the long ancient times, achieving countless feats. Two of them are particularly renowned throughout history: First, in the middle of the ancient times, they built the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, permanently ending the Demon Clan's hopes of counterattacking and putting an end to the protracted clan-wide blood war with the demons. Second, towards the end of their reign, they killed the Demonic Ancestor, bringing an end to the demonic tide.
"Killing the Demon Ancestor" and "Ending the Demon Tide" are actually two separate things. Because when the Demon Ancestor died, it was already a world dominated by demons. Even after the Demon Ancestor's death, the Demon Tide was far from quelled. The time gap between these two events is immense, spanning hundreds of thousands of years.
Today marks a new chapter in the annals of Daoist history, as the demonic tide is finally contained beyond the endless sea of sand. But can we truly claim to have eradicated all demons from this world For there are demons that lurk outside our realm, and even more insidious ones that reside within our hearts, proving difficult to vanquish!
The ancient emperor's power shook the universe, his reign unmatched for a thousand ages. The majesty of that era was "borrowed" and brought into the present, what a terrifying concept! What peerless generals, what armies of millions, all bowed in submission!
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But at the same time, in the depths of the Yongning Sea, millions upon millions of scales like eternal night lamps... all turned towards! They were still entangled by the regulated fishing lines, so turning was a painful process, and blood flowed erratically in their eyes.
But pain must submit to Gao Jie's will, and fate should be a turning point for ambition!
All the Scale Eyes gazed toward Sky's Edge Terrace, their sight fixed on the man in the hooded cloak and rain-soaked garment. Their gazes converged, unwavering. The weight of their eyes was heavier than mountains, their obsession deeper than the heavens themselves!
Wherever there is flowing water, Gao knows everything. He is not omniscient but nearly so. Xuan Yuan Shuo understands him, studies him, and fishes with him; he too understands Xuan Yuan Shuo.
To put it plainly, if he abandoned his reliance on the clan and the Zhenping Sea region, truly letting go like a celestial dragon coiling its tail high in the heavens, fighting freely against Xuan Yuan Suo, who knows who would triumph or fall! At this moment, I would rather forge my own path and confront Xuan Yuan Suo. Blood lines in my scales would stretch across the heavens.
Xuanyuan Shou, the emperor who controlled divine powers, opened the rift in heaven. At this moment, he was stitched together by Gai's pain-filled bloodline! The majesty of that ancient emperor was intercepted in the ancient era and could not descend!
The twisted bloodline in the sky, like a hideous blood centipede.
Just like a grotesquely wounded and strange Gaoji, with such inconceivable power, it lies dormant in the deep sea, unseen by the sun. But who could say he is ugly
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Now there were no obstacles in her way, Ji Lan first led her troops to attack Cao.
The divine ability manifests differently in the hands of different individuals. While Jiluan is not Yang Zhen and cannot replicate "Ten Thousand Armies Unite, Life and Death Flood," as a leader of both the Hai Clan and the Ren Clan, he has lived a life of countless battles. He possesses his own unique understanding of military strategy that is by no means inferior to others.
This season, as soon as it arrived, there were legions of soldiers charging into the sky. They tore open the heavens, leaving a bloody gash.
Under the celestial expanse, a full moon shone brightly. Beneath its silvery light lay a battlefield where clash of steel echoed through the night. At this moment, Ji Lan's spear descended with lightning speed, resembling a blood-red cloud engulfing a dark one. If she were an ordinary soldier, Ji Lan, who displayed divine prowess as her army commander, could with a mere thought turn the tide of battle. But Cao Jie was present, his control over the battlefield impeccable, leaving no room for even a drop to be spilled. This hard-fought engagement was only possible because of their strength and strategic acumen.
Both armies are charging!
"The Immortal Soldier" Cao Jie only said, "Where are you now!"
He was never an arrogant person, but on the battlefield he dared to face any enemy. Let alone the transformed soldier immortal Glalanxian, even if it were the real soldier immortal Yang Zhen, he would still give him a try. Victory on the battlefield lies in swords and soldiers!
No name, no words.
Cao Jie, when deploying troops on the battlefield, had no hesitation whatsoever. He charged forward with unwavering determination, with no thought of retreat. He led his army straight towards Ji Lan, who stood alone commanding his hundred thousand soldiers. Cao Jie did not consider what might happen if the Chun army were present, nor what if the Tianfu army arrived. He only cared about achieving victory in this very moment.
In the western frontier region, within that massive army encampment, warriors kept falling.
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But the enemy troops were charging skyward, who could see a turning back
The battle of supernatural powers and the clash of divine abilities, resulting in a brutal scene with flesh and blood flying everywhere. The collision of military strategies and doctrines, rendering all other methods useless!
Above the clouds of darkness and blood, Ji Lan remained as carefree as ever.
He was standing at the intersection of two divergent paths, on the very edge of chaos, yet he walked like a man strolling down a quiet stone path amidst falling petals. While he was directing armies and playing a deadly game of chess with Cao Jue, it seemed as if he were sitting by his window, enjoying the sound of rain as his only companion. He was so at ease, after years of confinement, finally feeling free in nature.
This was truly the dragon's form, so distant and ethereal, suddenly vanishing the distance between them as it crashed into his chest... The endless fishing line turned to ash, and the ten-thousand-zhang dragon body entered his very being! Blazing light illuminated all, shaking heaven and earth.
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At this moment, the moon shines like a furnace, its body as hard as iron. The dragon's body is like that of a human!
Gu Lan's body began to change, transforming dramatically in a very short time, every pore shifting and altering.
His features, starting to blend those of the Gilanxian and Fuhai. But no matter how the shape and size of his eyes were adjusted, they remained deep and mysterious, concealing the infinite universe. You could see his tall and imposing figure, wearing a helmet made of red horns and armor made of scarlet scales.
Human body Dragon body Dao body
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Jìlán first Fùhǎi No need to distinguish!
On the path of transcendence where three converge, Gao Jie held back Xuanyuan Shuo, taking the lead toward greatness! Cao Jie asked, "Where is Bingxian now" It's none of your concern!
I don't have feelings for Yang Zhenye either. We've only had some contact, using his divine powers for my own purposes.
But now—looking at the bitter expression, fighting against Ruichong while commanding his troops to continuously advance towards Gaoqiong, Cao Jie.
He realized that commanding troops alone wouldn't give him an advantage. A stylized commander wasn't a match for a true one. During his thousand years guarding the Heavenly Treasury Secret Realm, military strategies had constantly been innovated and refined. After all, those who entered the Heavenly Treasury Secret Realm were generally of average cultivation. Though he could observe, he couldn't fully comprehend it all.
We can only sigh in admiration, the later generations are truly formidable!
Of course, one can only admire such a moment of ultimate transcendence...
He smiled, "Junior, dare you ask about the Immortal Soldier Today, on behalf of Yang Zhen, I'll reward you with a punch!" He casually raised his fist covered in red armor... and struck with a single blow!
Between the fists of Jilan Xian and the domain of Jiyou, there is a vast expanse that has been punched into regular cavities!
Cao Jie's feet beneath Mount Taiyi, the mountain split open on the spot, breaking into several sections!
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This illustrious general, renowned throughout the land for his ability to set up formations and dismantle them in an instant, now lay broken. His armor was shattered, his breastbone caved in. His mystical battlefield crumbled into millions of fragmented pieces, and even the very foundation of his Dao began to collapse!
But within the terrifying roar of that mountain's collapse, a lonely drumbeat echoed. From among millions of shattered fragments, a wisp of white flame leaped. The flame illuminated the shadows, bringing light to this place even in the depths of night.
Within the white flames, a hunched figure materialized, spanning before Cao Jie, and sending him back into the battlefield's fragmented remnants. The guards of Great Qi watch throughout the night, their lanterns casting a yearly glow!
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Petals of peach blossoms have scattered, falling before the spring wind even stirs. And the true weight of the fist is yet to be felt. Crimson scales adorn hands that ascend endlessly, fists that relentlessly pursue transcendence...
White flames scatter across the horizon!
That unrivaled powerful Dao body of the Candlelight Age was first worn down by the relentless assault of an army for three days and nights, then participated in the Heavenly Buddha Temple battle, battled in the Jǐ Yǒu realm, and finally clashed with Jiā Lán! It was shattered to pieces on the spot.
It shattered into specific, minute "ones." There was no flesh and blood, nor any scraps left.
The spring breeze returned, rolling back only a single tranquil and aged utterance.
"The State of Qi may lose a year's worth of candles, but it cannot afford to lose Duke Meng Zhang... Even the founding emperor would mend his own clothes, so a minister should be able to safeguard the state." There was no fervor, no grandiloquence, more akin to statement than roar.
It seems like just an ordinary night.
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He was just an ordinary old man. At a certain moment, a deafening clang echoed, and he realized it was his final hour. He cast one last glance at the home he had guarded, extinguished the lights, and walked unhesitatingly into the long night. Taiping Mountain was shattered in half, and the newly appointed Blood River True Monarch Peng Chongjian let out only a light sigh, causing a river of blood to spread across the sky.
Yue Jie, the leader of the Intestinal Valley Army who had broken through the seal with his spear, merely adjusted his charge posture, with the "Intestinal" flag inserted into his back, and once again charged towards the town sealing this realm. Heaven and Earth could not contain his intent, he aimed for a single strike to kill Zhong Xi! How fierce and brutal!
For a thousand years, the night watchman of the great Qi Dynasty has guarded the city. His vigil defines the ultimate limit of the legend of the Night Wanderer's candlelight age. The age where white paper lanterns appear and evil spirits retreat. An age where he has fought countless battles in his lifetime, sixteen avatars gradually falling for the country...
Here with the primordial body of the Dao, I die in battle within the Realm of Illusions!
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The wind in the realm of enchantment was too strong, it blew out his lamp.
Whew, whew...
The spring breeze is gentle, yet still carries a chill.
The peach blossoms fell, as if painting the blood he should have had but didn't.
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Yu Liyang's sleeves fluttered as he retreated with Cao Jie, heading back to the realm nourished by Yin Yan Dao's death. This world, nearly shattered in the battle of Yin Yan Dao, now thrived with new life.
Just as spring rain nourishes the soil, so too does falling red blossom turn into fertile mud.
Cao Jie, one-armed, unarmored, with long hair flowing loose, stood silent, the battlefield behind him replaying in his mind. This is war!
From the moment one sets foot on the battlefield, there is a sense of readiness to die.
"Chu Yue said that Qi State could not be lost, and he advised to guard against treachery. But no! In times of war and danger, everyone can die, even Cao!"
Though the war is not yet over, a general who aspires to victory will never give up. When Zhu Cui died for him, Yu Liyang dragged him away to safety, but he still shouted, “The entire army——”
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A fleeting shadow, it swept past him.
Over fields of blooming peach and spring breeze, a battlefield stained with blood. Passing through crimson skies and cries of sorrow, the broken echoes of last words linger. Across battle lines where true gods and emperors cling to life…
Strive towards the bright moon.
Under your feet is the azure cloud!
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Cao Jie, who had always been expressionless, suddenly opened his eyes wide!
After a long and arduous battle, Taohua Xian, though visibly exhausted, still managed to maintain her composure. She slightly opened her mouth.
That sky-blue armor, that straight and tall figure, that famous sword throughout the land, and those legendary martial arts passed down from the Immortal Palace era... Isn't it exactly Daqi Jiang Wuan!
The great Qi Wu'an Hou, who had long since died, somehow crawled out of the pile of corpses. He was clad in armor and still moved with grace like a startled phoenix. He crossed the battlefield, still walking leisurely as if in a garden. For some unknown reason, he held up a makeup mirror, walked straight up into the clouds while looking at himself in it.
What a self-pitying fellow.
What a solitary figure, enjoying his own company!
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