pertwk Chapter 2793 No need for further words, go!
Chapter 2793 No need for further words, go!
Chapter 2793 No need for further words, go!
"With a coordinated attack from both above and below ground, the walls of Mingshalin Village won't hold out for long." This time, Gao Huaiyuan finally saw a glimmer of hope.
On Chen En Cliff, Zhong Shengguang put on his armor while saying to Wen Daolun:
"Be prepared. If Mingsha Forest cannot be defended, we will retreat to Panlong City."
"Yes."
Seeing Wen Daolun's expression, Zhong Shengguang patted him on the shoulder, his tone heavy but firm: "Don't worry, I will not let Panlong fall before Hu Yi and the others arrive!"
After saying that, he strode towards the Singing Sand Forest.
This was also the first time in more than ten years that he had personally led troops into battle.
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When He Lingchuan suddenly sat up, he had returned to reality, and directly in front of him was the gray stone wall of Lingxu Cave.
He punched the stone wall, and with a crack, the stone wall, which had been forged a thousand times and could not be split by even refined gold, shattered like a spider web.
He rarely forces himself to leave the Panlong World like this.
The war there is at a critical juncture. What will happen to the war after General Tiger Wing suddenly disappears?
Even He Lingchuan couldn't have imagined it.
But he couldn't go back immediately; the crisis in reality was just as urgent.
If Panlong Secret Realm goes wrong and is taken over by the enemy, everything in the Panlong World will be lost.
The simultaneous outbreak of crises in the Panlong world and in reality dealt him a double blow, making his misfortunes compounded.
There was no point in getting angry now. He Lingchuan quickly got up, opened the cave door, and stepped out:
"Liu Qingdao!"
Liu Qingdao was waiting outside the door, accompanied by Du Shan.
Just as Immortal Mingke had predicted, it wouldn't be easy for the leader of Bingyuan Division to see the Emperor in seclusion immediately, so he dragged Du Shan along. With two powerful ministers on the side, the weight would be enough.
The two hurried forward. Liu Qingdao looked up and saw He Lingchuan's face, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Your Majesty, your eyes!"
He Lingchuan's right eye was completely bloodshot!
He quickly looked at the Emperor's face again; it was bluish-gray, and even more somber than haggard.
Having served the Nine Nether Emperor for over ten years, the Emperor was always in high spirits; he had never appeared like this before.
He Lingchuan casually took out the Soul-Capturing Mirror and looked at his face.
Sure enough, his right eye was bloodshot, and the redness was particularly eerie, especially when he looked at people.
Liu Qingdao was speechless; he felt that the Emperor's forehead was completely black.
Over the years, his skills in physiognomy have improved, and now, no matter how he looks at the emperor's face, he just feels, uh, lifeless!
These four words truly sent chills down his spine.
But is it even okay to say that?
Du Shan then asked with concern, "Is your seclusion not going well? We have disturbed the Emperor; we deserve our punishment..."
He Lingchuan raised his hand to interrupt them: "Alright, I know everything. I need to get to the Earth Mother Plain. Time is precious, so I have a few things to tell you."
His face was serious, and his imposing aura made the two of them feel suffocated. They quickly agreed.
He Lingchuan had already prepared his answers beforehand, so he quickly and fluently explained everything without pausing. Du Shan listened with growing astonishment; the Emperor's words sounded like…
"The Emperor?"
"Have you memorized everything?"
The two could only say, "I'll remember."
"Do as instructed," He Lingchuan said in a deep voice. "No need for further explanation, go."
"You—" Even with Du Shan's sharp tongue, his heart pounded wildly, and he stammered, "Please take care! Cang Yan cannot live without you..."
Cang Yan cannot exist without the Nine Nether Emperor.
But since saying that would be considered unlucky, he swallowed the rest of the sentence.
He Lingchuan smiled, a rare occurrence, and glanced at the Destiny Godhead.
Sure enough, the little snake's eyes flashed red.
He originally thought the war in the Panlong world was the final battle, but he never expected that this damned fate would want to torment him even more than he had suffered! Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence that the crisis in reality and the crisis in the Panlong world arrived at the same time?
He Lingchuan retreated back to Lingxu Cave, and the wooden door slammed shut again right in front of the two of them.
The two high-ranking officials exchanged a glance, both noticing the gravity and unease in each other's eyes.
If something were to happen to the Emperor, who would be able to truly steer the mighty Cangyan Empire in the future?
"Prime Minister Du?"
"Do as the Emperor commands." Du Shan was also worried, but he turned and walked out. "Let's go, there's nothing we can do to help here."
Inside the cave, He Lingchuan sat down cross-legged again.
The Soul-Capturing Mirror in his arms cried out, "You were in deep meditation the whole time, how could you have suffered such a severe soul injury... Ah!"
Only after being called out did it realize: "You were injured in the City of the Dead?!"
What exactly happened in the City of the Dead? The Emperor has been frequently in seclusion lately, most likely his soul has been wandering through the City of the Dead. This explains why he was meditating here perfectly fine, but when he opened his eyes and got up, he was covered in soul injuries.
The Blood Demon asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"
He Lingchuan had been in such a hurry to open the door that he hadn't paid attention to his own condition. As soon as he spoke to Du Shan, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, his limbs felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his body.
Since he began practicing Buddhism, he has been full of energy almost every day and rarely feels this tired.
His head was especially throbbing, as if someone was constantly hitting his head with a hammer, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
He knew this meant his soul had been severely damaged.
If he is injured in the Panlong World, it will be transformed into a soul injury in reality; if he dies in the Panlong World, it will be a soul annihilation in the real world.
This was definitely the most serious injury he suffered after Da Fanghu took away his immunity token.
He Lingchuan took out the Juluo wooden treasure box from his bosom and opened it.
Inside the box was a miniature bonsai tree—lush and verdant, with about a dozen small flowers and three or five fruits.
The fruits are all red, somewhat pear-shaped, not plump, and clearly unripe, but they have human faces with closed eyes and open mouths.
He Lingchuan picked all the flowers and fruits, threw them into his mouth, and swallowed them without chewing.
The fruit of the Juluo flower melts in the throat, leaving a sweet taste that quenches the dryness in the body. A short while later, a cool sensation rises to the head, greatly alleviating the previous nausea and vomiting.
This is a treasure that He Lingchuan obtained from the Ghost King's underground palace. The box originally contained the true form of the "Ghost King," but after he killed it, he replaced it with a type of Juluo wood. It uses the souls of evil people as nourishment, and the flowers and unripe fruits that bloom can repair soul wounds.
He Lingchuan then cleared his mind of distractions, entered a meditative state, and his body radiated a reddish-purple light.
This is the Yuan Power of the Great Empire Cang Yan, the Yuan Power exclusively enjoyed by the Nine Nether Emperor, unlike the limited resources of Panlong City.
On his own land, his Yuan energy became incredibly abundant, capable of replacing his true energy to help him recuperate.
He Lingchuan knew, of course, that the crisis in the Panlong Secret Realm was extremely urgent, but he could not rush to its aid while seriously injured, otherwise he would be in danger himself and would also be unable to save the secret realm.
The two places he cared about most were facing imminent disaster. Although he was extremely anxious, he had to put aside all the pain, cries, bloodshed, and sacrifices, and first calm down and focus on healing.
How many people in the world can withstand such pressure and bear such a heavy burden?
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