#767 - go down in history
The sinking moon, the vast sky, ten thousand thunders rumble, chaotic clouds fly past with composure.
The ashes of calamity fly away, a million soldiers gone, what can wind and rain do to bind a soaring dragon?
Ten thousand blades draw, the luck of the Yellow Dragon, Chain Dragon, Union and Separation.
When Wei Changtian finally endured the passing of one hour and consumed the second Heavenly Yuan Pill, he no longer held anything back.
“Boom! Boom boom boom!!”
The surging internal energy, like a tidal wave, gushed out from his dantian, transforming into purple lightning in the clouds, into silver light on two thousand long swords, into a roaring, surging True Dragon pouring down.
Sword rain poured down, lightning assisting the sword's momentum, frantically rolling and roaring, silver and purple strong light engulfing everything, smashing, destroying, and obliterating everything.
“No, don't!!!”
“Run away!!!”
“Ah!!!!”
“...”
Within the Dragon Locking Formation, beneath the thunderclouds, amidst screams filled with fear and despair, countless soldiers were swallowed by swords and lightning, the aura of death wildly spreading, stirring up a滔天 blood wave within the tens of miles of continuous camp.
At this moment, it was as if a Yama from hell had opened his eyes.
It gazed upon all of this, then slowly revealed a hideous smile from the abyss.
One Yellow Spring, ten thousand wandering souls.
If there truly was an Underworld in this world, then the road to the Yellow Springs would surely be crowded with wandering souls this night.
The insignificance of human life was thoroughly displayed at this moment, under the feet of the man who was like both a celestial and a demon, the wailing crowd was easily crushed to dust.
The so-called human hell was nothing more than this.
“Boom!!!!”
Another bolt of purple lightning flashed, instantly splashing a patch of rubble and flesh on the ground, the crackling sound of intertwined electric nets shaking the mountains and the earth.
In just a few dozen breaths, thousands of soldiers had already perished under the giant thunder and sword light.
And as the instigator of all this, Wei Changtian's expression was exceptionally calm.
No excitement, no pity.
He just silently stood on the dragon's head, his eyes reflecting the chaotic scene of hell.
Without a doubt, after tonight, no matter which country, dynasty, sect, or faction's historians were to write history, he would definitely be recorded in the annals.
However, if possible, Wei Changtian really didn't want such a reputation.
Advise you not to speak of being ennobled, one general's success is built upon ten thousand bones.
Alas...
He sighed heavily, and slowly raised the Longquan sword again.
Wei Changtian remotely glanced at the rising sun in the east, as if seeing the newly awakened Shuzhou City.
That's right, war is dark, it only brings endless suffering and pain.
Where the army is stationed, thorns grow. After a great army, there must be a year of famine.
Wei Changtian didn't want to fight, he could even be said to be very disgusted by it.
But he also understood that some wars are unavoidable.
Many times, war is actually for peace.
“Boom!!!!”
The huge sound overwhelmed all the wailing and screaming, and also covered Wei Changtian's last self-deprecating murmur.
“I also want to be a good person.”
“But there's really no choice...”
“...”
Chen Shi, on the city wall of Fengyuan.
A red shadow emerged from the eastern horizon, the dark clouds dispersed, and a round of morning sun had appeared on the horizon.
The red sun was half-round, floating in the sky, the golden morning glow fell on the densely packed scales on the city wall, illuminating countless tense and apprehensive faces.
They stared intently at the million-strong army's continuous camp in the distance, which had been mostly reduced to ashes, watching those who had lost their helmets and armor, the chaotic fleeing crowd, their gazes filled with astonishment and more astonishment.
Then, they saw seven small figures slowly walking out of the billowing thick smoke, facing the morning sun and walking towards Fengyuan City step by step.
“...”
“It's them!! It's them!!!”
After a slight pause, a deafening cheer resounded throughout the Fengyuan City, soaring straight into the sky amidst the myriad of new brilliance.
“Thump!”
Her body softened, and Xu Suisui, standing at the very front of the crowd, took a deep breath of relief, then collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
“Your Majesty!”
Beside her, several guards exclaimed, wanting to step forward and help her up.
But Xu Suisui was, after all, a woman, so they hesitated for a moment after rushing close, not knowing whether to reach out or not.
Fortunately, Xu Suisui quickly waved her hand, and then slowly stood up again, supporting herself on the city wall.
“Go, tell the imperial physicians to prepare well...”
Without turning her head, Xu Suisui supported the crenellations with both hands, her voice very weak.
She silently looked at those seven figures, her gaze finally falling on the man walking in the front, her vision becoming increasingly blurred.
Xu Suisui knew that, barring any accidents, the situation of the Xin Feng war would begin to reverse from today onwards.
Of course, she couldn't be sure what the situation would develop into later.
But at least at this moment, Wei Changtian and the seven of them were undoubtedly heroes of the Da Ning, Da Shu, and Xin Feng three countries, and even more so, her heroes.
“Open the city gate, arrange the honor guard...”
“Welcome the seven heroes in triumph!”
“...”
From the North City Gate, all the way into the imperial palace.
A quarter of an hour later, when Wei Changtian and the seven returned to Fengyuan City, taking a carriage to the imperial palace, the roadsides along the way were already filled with people.
Eighteen golden-armored captains cleared the way, followed by a long convoy.
Banners fluttered, reflecting the sun's brilliance, shouts of praise and ritual music intertwined, resounding in the war-torn Fengyuan City.
At first glance, this scene was not very grand, even a bit shabby.
But this was already the most "luxurious" honor guard that the Xin Feng court could arrange now.
Obviously, Xu Suisui wanted to boost morale in this way, while also expressing her gratitude to Wei Changtian and the seven.
But the latter seemed to not appreciate it.
“What's the point of doing this?”
Inside the imperial carriage, Wei Changtian looked at the excited people outside through the car curtain, pouted and muttered: “Wasting money and manpower, a vanity project!”
“How can it be a vanity project?”
Opposite him, Xu Suisui smiled and retorted: “At least it can boost the people's morale.”
“Alright, anyway, you are the Xin Feng Emperor, you can do whatever you want.”
Wei Changtian waved his hand somewhat tiredly: “But I'm about to be exhausted, and I still have to accompany you here for a parade.”
“You can rest if you're tired.”
Xu Suisui's cheeks turned red, and she stammered with her head lowered: “N-No, can't you lean on me and sleep for a while first?”
“Huh?”
Hearing this, Wei Changtian's lazy expression instantly froze on his face.
He looked at Xu Suisui with a strange expression, and after a long while, he suspiciously asked: “You wouldn't happen to like me, would you?”
“Pah! Who likes you!”
Xu Suisui's eyes widened upon hearing this, and she spat in a hurry: “Don't be so narcissistic, okay!”
“Oh, that's fine.”
Clicking his tongue, Wei Changtian glanced at Xu Suisui again, said nothing more, and soon closed his eyes to meditate and rest.
And Xu Suisui quietly looked at him, her fingers gently twisting together.
“Glug glug”
The wheels rolled over the uneven road, slowly heading towards the imperial palace amidst the lively cheers.
The huge Tathagata phantom still hovered high in the sky, the Buddha's light merging with the morning light, bringing a long-lost warmth to Fengyuan City.
At this point, the earth-shattering battle of last night finally came to an end, and at the same time, it represented the slow opening of an even larger curtain.
And later generations' history books recorded this battle like this.
《The Chronicles of the World · The Chronicles of Xin Feng》: In spring, at the end of March, Wei Zi broke the second rank outside Fengyuan City, entered the Qian Hui camp alone, and successively beheaded fifteen enemy generals, the True Dragon appeared in the world.
The Qian Hui army surrounded him in anger, Wei Zi, along with two high monks of the Buddhist sect and four generals of Xin Feng, killed enemies in the enemy camp all night long.
Fighting until Mao Shi, thunderclouds covered the sky, purple lightning fell on the Qian Hui camp, bombing and killing countless soldiers.
At this point, the million-strong army collapsed.
Afterwards, according to statistics, Wei Zi and the seven of them beheaded a total of 32,000 soldiers, and the Empress arranged an honor guard in Fengyuan City, with the people welcoming them on both sides of the road.
At Chen Shi, the million-strong army of Qian Hui retreated twenty miles.
After this battle, Wei Zi's madness was unparalleled.
