pertwk Chapter 2495 Enemy of the Gods
Chapter 2495 Enemy of the Gods
Chapter 2495 Enemy of the Gods
Shen Jun stared at it without blinking, speechless for a long time.
How magnificent!
The south gate tower stood like a guardian, the last to sink into the ground. He Chunhua stared intently at it, as if he knew his eldest son was standing there, gazing back at him from afar.
Birds and egrets chirped and sang, circling above the Chipa Plateau.
About fifteen minutes later, the smoke and dust dissipated, leaving the southwesternmost part of the Chipa Plateau empty. The ground had sunk five zhang (approximately 10 meters), as if a large chunk of a cake had been scraped away by a scraper.
This entire piece was carried away by Mother Earth.
After standing for more than 170 years, Panlong Ancient City finally left this land.
The soldiers and civilians of Panlong City once longed to leave the wilderness, but the harsh reality forced them to stay until the very last moment, and they perished embracing the city.
The wishes they couldn't fulfill in their lifetime were accomplished by He Lingchuan 170 years later, along with the entire Panlong Ancient City.
He Chunhua knew about Panlongcheng's past, and his eyes even became slightly moist.
He didn't ask where the Nine Nether Emperor was going; the answer was probably that the fewer people who knew, the better.
From then on, it's likely that no one in the world will ever be able to accurately pinpoint the whereabouts of Panlong Ancient City again.
Except for the Nine Nether Emperor.
"Your Majesty?" Shan Youjun was waiting for his order.
"There are still some man-eating monsters roaming the wasteland in Yujing City. Send people to search for and exterminate them, and don't let them disturb the villagers and civilians." He Chunhua casually ordered, "The Hongya Trading Post should be fully restored, and freight transport should not be interrupted."
"Yes."
“And…” He Chunhua thought for a moment, “From this day forward, Panlong Wasteland will be renamed Heishui Plain.”
Panlong Ancient City has disappeared from this land. Is it necessary for the wasteland to retain its old name?
"Okay, I'll get on it right away."
Dan Youjun bowed and withdrew, but before he had gone ten zhang, He Chunhua called him back.
“Forget it, I won’t change the name.” He stared blankly at the Chipa Plateau, unusually going back on his word. “Let’s just keep calling it Panlong Wasteland, as a memento.”
This desolate land has been covered with countless grudges and passions, and even his own youthful years.
Let them and the name "Panlong Wasteland" remain here forever.
A gust of wind blew by, and the yellow sand from the plateau swept over us.
Panlong Ancient City is gone, but the sandstorms remain.
He Chunhua sighed softly.
Life is but a fleeting dream, and worldly affairs are as swift as the wind.
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Ice Moss City.
In autumn, the ice tundra is draped in gold, stretching as far as the eye can see, a boundless expanse of golden yellow.
This grassland used to be frequented by many caravans, but every year at this time, the trade routes would automatically stop, and experienced merchants would no longer set foot on the tundra.
The reason is also very simple:
The Great Migration of the Tamarinus lasts approximately thirty days.
He Lingchuan stood atop the tallest stone tower in Guocun Village. Behind the village was a small hill with a watchtower on its summit to observe the movements of the grassland monsters.
On the golden plains, there was a large patch of dark creatures—those were moss cows.
When 100,000 moss-covered oxen gather together, including a powerful ox demon family, no other demon beasts are willing to approach them.
However, they are vegetarians, and the residents of Guocun moved away with their food half a month ago, leaving only an empty village. They probably won't come here.
He Lingchuan chose to stay here temporarily, simply to wait for a message.
He had only chewed a small portion of the beef jerky as a snack when he felt something:
"coming."
He jumped down from the stone tower, randomly found a room with a door, went inside, closed the door and windows, took out a small statue and placed it on the east-facing table, lit an incense stick for it, and silently recited a few words.
As He Lingchuan sat down on a chair in the room, the smoke condensed into a face in mid-air.
"Why are you in such a hurry to see me, Puyin God?"
After saying that, he yawned.
The visitor was the minor deity, Puyin, whom he had contacted some time ago.
Puyin glared at him and said, "Because of you and Narakuten, the heavens are going to be in chaos again."
"Me?" He Lingchuan pointed at himself. What's with Naraku Heaven? "Isn't the Heavenly Realm always in chaos because of me? What's going on this time?"
He wasn't exaggerating when he said that.
He Lingchuan's past rampage in the Heavenly Palace to seize treasures had already disgraced the gods of Lingxu. Later, in the Battle of the Overturned Sea, even Miaozhantian perished. Furthermore, he established the Cangyan Empire, driving countless gods out of the Shanjin Plain and causing them to lose all their incense offerings and faith.
Which one wasn't a major event that shook the heavens?
“Yangguan Road!” Puyin sighed. “The news has spread throughout the Heavenly Realm that the divine bodies nurtured by the Lingxu Gods require the divine artifact ‘Yangguan Road’ to maintain stability. As a result, you stole this artifact, causing numerous difficulties for the experiment presided over by the Lingxu Saint Venerable, making it impossible to proceed as planned.”
He Lingchuan was very concerned: "What does it mean that things can't proceed as planned?"
“No, uh, we can’t produce divine bodies reliably.” Puyin God said in a low voice. “I got the information from within the Lingxu Clan that the cultivation of divine bodies has recently encountered one problem after another, wasting a lot of precious materials. It is said that many people in the Heavenly Palace have also died because of this.”
He Lingchuan then asked him, "Where are the Lingxu Clan conducting their divine body experiments? You didn't happen to find out, did you?"
Pu Yinshen shook his head: "That's a top secret within the Lingxu Clan. How could I possibly find out? I think the Lingxu Saint Venerable won't let any one who knows the truth get away with it."
It doesn't want to be silenced.
"By the way, where did you get the information about 'Yangguan Road'? A few days ago, this was also a major secret within the Lingxu Clan."
He Lingchuan leaned back, shifting to a more comfortable position:
"I do not know."
"..." This is so insincere. Is the Nine Nether Emperor not even going to act anymore?
“I rushed to Yujing City because the Lingxu Clan, together with Shangguan Biao, wanted to seize my Panlong Ancient City.” He Lingchuan spread his hands, looking nonchalant. “As for ‘Yangguan Road,’ that was an additional spoil of war.”
The Blood Demon on his back scoffed, "You're lying through your teeth."
The information about "Yangguan Road" was clearly given by the Imperial Preceptor Shuangye.
The Soul-Capturing Mirror retorted, "Master, you speak human language to humans, but when it comes to ghosts..."
"Fine, whatever you say." Puyin God was helpless. Even if Jiuyou lied to his face, what could He do about it?
"Without the 'Yangguan Road,' the divine body experiment can't continue?" He Lingchuan reasonably questioned. "The Holy Venerable Lingxu is all-powerful; surely he wouldn't be helpless?"
"It is said that the Lingxu Clan is also trying to make adjustments, but the results are not obvious."
"Of course, the results are not obvious!" The Soul-Capturing Mirror gloated. "'Yangguan Road' has a unique function; how can it be so easily replaced?"
This is a divine artifact forged by the First Shore Immortal, capable of detecting the faintest signs of life. After the Hidden God Lord's main consciousness was destroyed by Jia Loutian, new consciousnesses have been constantly being born on his enormous body, trying to fill the void left by the disappearance of the old "true self".
(End of this chapter)