#942 - Shouldn't be buried

The starry sky near the edge of the Emperor's Beginning Star Region.

Jun Wuxie quietly looked at the battlefield where he once fought against the darkness invasion. Ji Yinlan and Su Xiaoxiao accompanied him, while Qing Yushang, the Great Ancestor, the Great Elder, the Spirit Race Master Yun Haifeng, and other powerful figures stood silently behind him.

"Lord Jun, now that the world is at peace and you have returned, all races under the starry sky are grateful for your protection and request to belong to the imperial dynasty forever. How should we respond to them?"

Qing Yushang stepped forward and said.

Jun Wuxie heard this and said calmly, "If they are all willing, realizing the unification of all races under the starry sky is a good thing. It can not only harmonize all races, but also facilitate the prosperity and development of civilization."

"We are willing to be loyal to Lord Jun forever, loyal to the Immortal Execution Dynasty, and support the great unification of the lower realm civilization!"

All the powerful figures who came with him knelt down at this moment, with pious attitudes and fiery gazes. Each force was willing to brand themselves with the imperial dynasty's label and become a part of the dynasty.

"Get up," Jun Wuxie said, looking at them. "I welcome you to join the imperial dynasty. In the future, you can move your headquarters to the imperial dynasty's capital. You need to set up branches in these six ancient life stars and guard them, forming a solid defense system on the frontier of the imperial dynasty. As for other detailed matters, you can find a time to go to the imperial court and propose your suggestions to Yinlan."

"Yes!"

The powerful figures of each force stood up one after another.

"In the future, you, the leaders of these forces, can all hold important positions in the imperial dynasty and work together to manage the affairs of the imperial dynasty. The Emperor's Beginning Star Region gathers all races and beings under the starry sky. The territory under the jurisdiction of our Immortal Execution Dynasty is too vast, and the number of ancient life stars is astonishing. Management systems and cultivation civilizations all need to be unified and promoted in order to give the vast imperial dynasty stronger cohesion. In the future, those ancient life stars can be changed to domains, one star per domain, and a domain master will be selected to manage them, strictly implementing the imperial dynasty's system and building primary, middle, and high-level academies in each domain."

Speaking of this, he looked at Qing Yushang, the Great Ancestor, and others, and said, "Has there been any problem with collecting the souls of the fallen soldiers?"

"Reporting to Lord Jun, cultivators in the half-saint realm have their primordial spirits preserved, but below the half-saint realm, the soul light of those soldiers is too fragmented. Of their three souls and seven spirits, most only have one spirit left!"

"We once sensed abnormal fluctuations near the Soul Gathering Formation. Lord Jun's Soul Gathering Formation has an extremely strong effect and can forcibly gather the scattered souls of the sacrificed soldiers on the battlefield, but there seems to be a force in the dark resisting the Soul Gathering Formation. That force has even appeared near the Soul Gathering Formation many times. Whenever that force emits fluctuations, we can feel that the souls of the soldiers gathered by the formation seem to be forcibly taken away!"

"Have you figured out what kind of power that is?"

"That power is too mysterious and strange. We have used various means and methods, but we have not seen any clues. Various ancient blood pupil techniques cannot see it clearly either," the Venerable of Heavenly Reason Dao Earth sighed, indicating that their clan's battle body pupil techniques could not see anything.

A powerful figure from the Desolate Overlord Body family also said that their Overlord Body pupil techniques could not see anything either, but they could vaguely sense that the power was very cold and made people feel a trace of chill.

"I know. You can all step back and don't accompany me," he said, looking at Ji Yinlan. "Take them back to the imperial dynasty and formulate complete policies as soon as possible and implement them."

"Husband, then you…"

"I want to walk around the battlefield."

Jun Wuxie said, leaving alone, descending from the starry sky and landing on the vast battlefield.

The dark and bloody turmoil had passed for more than a year.

The battlefield here was still filled with the smell of blood. The soil under his feet was dry and cracked, but it still maintained its blood color, the color very bright, as if it had just been soaked in fresh blood.

Everywhere were broken corpses. Some of the flesh and blood had decayed, leaving only crystal-clear white bones, scattered around with broken black shields and broken spears.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, stretching as far as the eye could see.

These corpses all belonged to the Dark Army. The corpses of the defending soldiers had already been collected and buried.

Only the corpses of the Dark Army were ignored and left on the battlefield, exposed to the wilderness.

There were no corpses of his own soldiers, but he knew how terrible the casualties on his side were.

How many people would it take to fight so many Dark Army soldiers to the death?

The war between worlds is extremely cruel, and the scale is too terrible. It involves the creatures of two universe worlds, and no one can stay out of it.

That is a vast torrent, and all beings are insignificant in such a torrent.

He walked through one battlefield after another, and finally returned to the starry sky, gazing at the vast void, and said, "Heavenly Dao, come out and meet me."

"Jun Wuxie."

A terrifying eye gradually appeared in the void in front of him.

"I want to see him."

Jun Wuxie said. Heavenly Dao sighed upon hearing this. A vortex appeared in his eyes, and a figure covered in blood slowly flew out of the vortex.

"He is not completely dead. He still has a trace of true soul. Thanks to the help of the Art of Life, he may still have a chance to come back to life,"

Heavenly Dao said.

"I will take him to the Upper Realm and find a way to revive him in the future," Jun Wuxie said, looking at Cang Tian, who kept his eyes open and refused to close them. His voice was a bit low and hoarse.

He still remembered the scene when Cang Tian resolutely stepped into the River of Void, using his body as a bridge.

This was a man of iron and blood.

Although he always had a cold face in front of him when he was alive, he knew that his heart was actually fiery.

His persistence, his principles, and his pride were all the advantages he admired in him.

"No need. I will find a way to save him and send him to the Upper Realm in the future. You don't have to worry about it. Heroes cherish heroes. He actually admires you very much and is very convinced by you, so he will use his own life to fight for a glimmer of hope for you. I once deduced that if he had karma with you, he would definitely have a death tribulation and would hardly have any hope of survival. It's just that I didn't expect the variables in it. It was this variable that gave him the hope of life…"

"How confident are you in saving him?"

"I don't have 100% certainty, but there is still hope. He is my 'child', and I will do my best to save him."

Jun Wuxie nodded and did not continue on this matter.

Heavenly Dao's methods must be stronger than his. With Heavenly Dao's help, it would be more stable than him reviving Cang Tian.

"There is something I want to ask you about."

"Speak."

"There is a burial ground in the Dragon Ridge Mountains with a city inside. There is an entrance to the Netherworld. Do you know about this?"

"I know. What are you asking about this for?"

"I want to know what level the world inside the Netherworld is, and whether the highest realm of the creatures inside the Netherworld is above the Saint Realm or below the Saint Realm?"

"Do you want to enter the Netherworld?"

A look of surprise flashed in Heavenly Dao's eyes, and he said, "The Netherworld is independent of all realms and has level divisions like our world. For example, our Lower Realm has a Heavenly Dao like me, and the Upper Realm also has the Heavenly Dao of the Upper Realm. I don't know whether the entrance you are talking about leads to the Netherworld corresponding to the Lower Realm or the Netherworld corresponding to other worlds."

"If it is the Netherworld corresponding to the Lower Realm, the highest realm inside should be the Pseudo-Saint Realm, which is weaker than the Saint Realm and stronger than the peak of the Half-Saint Realm."

"Pseudo-Saint Realm?" Jun Wuxie heard the words Pseudo-Saint for the first time and said, "What kind of realm is this? Why is there a saying of Pseudo-Saint?"

"Pseudo-Saint is not a realm, it is just my way of describing the strength of the strongest creatures in that world. Although the Netherworld corresponding to the Lower Realm does not have the order to suppress the realm, and theoretically can break through infinitely, the fact is that that world lacks the quality energy necessary for the Saint Realm. Some people seem to break through to the Ghost Saint Realm, but in fact, it cannot be considered a true Saint Realm, because its strength is not as good as the Saint Realm of the Upper Realm."

"I see."

Jun Wuxie understood what a Pseudo-Saint was after listening to Heavenly Dao's explanation. It was forcibly entering the Saint Realm, but the strength had not reached that level.

"If you want to go to the Netherworld, I advise you to think twice. The energy of that world is different from our world. When you get there, under the rules of that world, the consumption rate of the energy in your body will double. The Netherworld is yin, and we are yang. Although your extremely yang blood energy restrains the creatures of the Netherworld, you are a guest there, and there are many strong people in the Netherworld, so it will be very dangerous."

"In my life, when have I not faced danger? The Netherworld is certainly terrible, but I must go there. In this apocalyptic torrent, the hundreds of millions of soldiers who died in battle are the heroes of this era and should not be buried in the era forever. I hope that one day they can reappear in the world."

Heavenly Dao was slightly silent, and then said with emotion, "This era has you, which is a blessing for the common people and a blessing for the Lower Realm. In any case, you must be careful, after all, the environment of the Netherworld is not conducive to you."

…

Returning to the Immortal Execution Sword Sect, Jun Wuxie changed into a clean sword robe and looked at the house next to him, where the door was tightly closed.

That was originally an empty room, but later it was given to Jingya as a temporary residence.

Jun Wuxie watched silently for a while, without disturbing her, and went to the back mountain.

He knew that Jingya must be very disappointed, and few people could withstand such a blow without being indifferent.

How to face and live in the Upper Realm in the future is something that must be considered.

"Senior Brother!"

Passing by the sect's dilapidated ancient hall, a sobbing voice came into his ears.

He turned around, and a figure rushed into his arms.

"Senior Brother, Fanyin thought she would never see you again…"

Little Fanyin's face was full of tears, and her clear eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, were filled with tears.

"Fanyin, don't cry. Isn't Senior Brother doing well?"

Jun Wuxie smiled, wiping away the tears on her face, and flicked her delicate, rosy forehead, saying, "Look at you, you're almost crying like a little cat. If the disciples see this, they'll make fun of your title as their little Martial Aunt again."

"Hmph! I'm the Fourth Martial Aunt! Martial Sister Chenyu is their little Martial Aunt!" Little Fanyin corrected him with a serious face, then, full of pride, said, "They wouldn't dare to make fun of me now, I'm very strong, I'll beat them up!"

"My adorable Little Fanyin, when did you become so violent? It seems the disciples have been bullied by you quite a bit."

"Ah? Really?" Little Fanyin's face turned slightly red, and she said, "Not at all, I'm very gentle."

"Wuxie."

An old man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist walked out of the ancient hall, his eyes somewhat moist, and strode to him.

"Grandpa Jiu."

Jun Wuxie released Little Fanyin and stepped forward to greet him.

"It's good that you're back, it's better than anything…"

Grandpa Jiu didn't say much, patting him heavily on the shoulder twice, all his words contained in his teary eyes.

"I'm going to the back mountain to see the Ancestor and Ancestral Mother, and also to see my daughter."

Jun Wuxie bid farewell to Grandpa Jiu and soon appeared in front of the pavilion on the back mountain.

The Phoenix Empress and Heavenly Sword sat inside, with Little Xian'er in her arms. The moment she saw Jun Wuxie, her little body jolted, and tears streamed down from her big, fluttering eyes. She struggled out of the Phoenix Empress's embrace and stumbled towards him.

"Papa~ Waa~ Papa~"

She ran and cried, almost falling several times.

"Xian'er!"

Jun Wuxie hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her in his arms.

"Papa~"

Little Xian'er hugged his neck tightly, buried her little face in his arms, sobbing loudly, choked with tears.

"Xian'er, don't cry, Papa is back. It's Papa's fault for making Xian'er sad."

Jun Wuxie kissed the hair on his daughter's head, his heart aching and his nose stinging.

Lilia had gone to the Upper Realm, and he wondered how his daughter had been doing during those days when he was dead, she was so young and had to endure all this.

"That's not true!" Xian'er looked at him with teary eyes and said very seriously, "Papa is Xian'er's great hero, the great hero of everyone in the world!"

Jun Wuxie felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He lovingly wiped away the tears on his daughter's face, feeling very guilty.

His daughter said he was her great hero, but he was not a qualified father, not a good dad, and had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.

He rarely spent time with his daughter and always made her worry.

His shoulders could support the sky of the Lower Realm, but he could not support his daughter's carefree and happy childhood.

"Greetings, Ancestor, Ancestral Mother."

He walked into the pavilion with his daughter in his arms and sat down on the stone bench below the Ancestor and Ancestral Mother.

"It's good that you're back."

Tears welled up in the Phoenix Empress's eyes.

Looking at this spirited young man, looking at the heartache and guilt in his eyes for his daughter, she felt very sad.

Remembering the scene of him fighting against the dark powerhouses in the Dark Continent a year ago, the tragic scene was still vivid in her mind.

One person, facing the powerhouses of a realm alone, even after his physical death, he was still fighting. What kind of courage and will would that require?

Heavenly Sword patted the back of his hand gently and said, "Now that the world is at peace, the darkness has been defeated, and there is little power left to invade. The myriad races under the starry sky are united. The affairs of the dynasty can be entrusted to Yinlan. When are you planning to go to the Upper Realm?"

"Ancestor, you know that I won't leave like this."

Jun Wuxie knew very well what kind of existence the Ancestor was, an Emperor-level powerhouse, his thoughts must have been seen through by him long ago.

"Are you really going to the Netherworld Hell?"

"I must go, this is the promise I made to the soldiers. The doomsday torrent has passed, I have returned alive, but they are buried on the cold battlefield. In this era, everyone who resisted the darkness is a hero of the era, writing the legend of the era, and creating new hope in despair. They should enjoy the splendor of the prosperous age, not sleep under the earth forever."

"When will you leave?"

Heavenly Sword did not try to persuade him, nor did he try to stop him.

This was his promise, his grand wish in his heart, and there was no reason to stop him.

"In a few days, I will spend some time with Xian'er, and I also need time to create a magic circle to nourish the soul."

Heavenly Sword nodded slightly, a rune dancing on his fingertip.

The rune detached from his finger and fell into Jun Wuxie's palm, quickly evolving into a formation map, imprinted on his palm.

Mysterious power flowed in the formation map, and spatial coordinates flashed.

"The passage to the Netherworld Hell is a composite passage, leading to the underworld corresponding to many worlds. This formation map and coordinates can point out the correct path for you, to prevent you from going to the underworld corresponding to other worlds."

"Thank you, Ancestor." Jun Wuxie nodded his thanks, and then said, "Where is Chan'er? During the time I was dead, she… is she alright?"

"Don't worry, Chan'er is fine. Her life is shared with yours. Logically speaking, she should have died with you, but a very strong force intervened in the dark, stabilizing the source of life in her body. She is now sleeping in the bronze secret chamber. Now that you are resurrected, she will slowly wake up. Her current state is very special. I have sealed the secret chamber. Don't disturb her. Just wait for her to wake up."

"That's good…"

Jun Wuxie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in his heart was finally put down.