Chapter 82: The Fall of Zhen Tian Pass

Though the battle seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, it left the Divine City utterly untouched. This was because the Emperor of the Fuxi clan, with his unparalleled powers, had opened a separate battlefield in another space and time—one that existed in the very next instant from the present spiritual realm. Thus, even if the heavens and earth were shattered in that other battlefield, it would not affect this world in the slightest.

The future held infinite possibilities.

The Fuxi Emperor fought fiercely against an army of true spirits. Though he was invincible alone, his countless foes all stood on equal footing with him. His head was pierced, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

They longed to ask questions, but seeing Xing Hen following behind Zhan Yunge in silence, none of them spoke up. Yet the tension in their hearts was unmistakably real.

Its words were clear and complete for once—likely something Sheng Chu Yi had repeatedly admonished it about, and so it remembered well.

The appearance of the dragon lasted only a few brief seconds, yet in that short span, it inflicted tremendous damage on the headquarters of the church. The protective barrier trembled and seemed ready to shatter at any moment. The fact that it did not collapse entirely was a surprise to Luo Ye, a sign that the headquarters still possessed some hidden strength.

Zheng Shuguang gazed steadily at Zhong Xiwang. His brows curved, dimples faintly visible, a radiant smile lighting up his face like a refreshing breeze that swept away all the fatigue of his journey.

There was a full hour for their midday rest, so neither was in a hurry. After spending most of it wandering around the academy, they decided to find a spot near the classroom to rest for a while.

With the editor-in-chief stepping forward, it was almost certainly true! In a daze, they wondered if they had once again indirectly witnessed the birth of a new legend.

In the end, it turned out to be just a means for someone to win over their beloved. It wasn’t heartbreak—he had never occupied as much space in her heart as Lian Yi did—but it was a bitter disappointment nonetheless.

To allow Nangong Xuan to rest a little longer, Zhan Yunge said nothing more. The two of them simply lay down and fell asleep.

Wu Mian made up his mind. Judging by their direction, he ran ahead, dove into the thick grass, and prepared to ambush them.

Zhong Xiwang’s brow twitched. “Where is it?” She knew Zhong Xihan’s skills well—how could she possibly have been gored by a cow? But she also knew her own children; they would not lie to her.

In the moment Shui Qianrou awoke to despair, her eyes suddenly brightened—this must be her only savior.

They had not expected such bad luck today; just as they set out to sea, they encountered a Chinese warship.

“You’re sure your lady refuses to see us? You didn’t even report it?” Li Yi found it hard to believe.

Of course, in all this, Chen Yi did not rely solely on his three-foot sword. The true source of his power was his terrifying imperial spirit. He opened his celestial energy sea, drew upon the imperial spirit, and poured its power into his sword, forming an invisible protective shield that made the blade nearly indestructible.

Jun Han was startled by Bai Xiling’s sudden movement, but he did not show any sign of resistance.

Should this be done, in the very next instant, the vast elven pantheon would crumble entirely.

With that, he drew a dagger from his belt, rolled up his left sleeve to bare the back of his arm, narrowed his eyes, and steeled his expression.

Yet he was helpless; without support from home, his thousand-strong force was powerless. But the later Burmese campaign showed him firsthand the formidable might of the Chinese warriors.

Ahead of the catapults, Marshal Yang stood—one hand gripping a specially-made shield, the other dragging a heavy iron bucket filled with lime, drawing white squares on the ground, each corresponding to a catapult.

Over time, Jiang Ning gradually grew fond of these experiments. Though he understood little at first, he was determined to learn. He believed that one day, when he attained sufficient mastery, he would create an entirely new species.

Liu De and Guan Yu joined forces, leading their army straight toward Beiping, sweeping through countless counties along the way, drawing ever closer to the city. Upon hearing the news, Yang Tianlong sent secret orders to gather his troops outside Beiping, determined to face Liu De in a decisive battle beneath the city walls.