Chapter 1680

"Don't forget, Bai Ziqi will be back soon." He Lingchuan had long since begun planning his subsequent schemes. "His target is both me and the Thousand Illusion True Person, so I'll just save him some effort." His subordinates all thought he was still calculating against the Yao Nation.

Thinking it was too late, the Yao Nation had already become a thing of the past; he had long since set his sights on Bai Ziqi.

Wang Fubao couldn't help but ask: "My lord, what about here?"

Wanqi Liang was disdainful: "Use your brain. At a time like this, what idiot would still want to enter Tianshui City?"

Wang Fubao glared and habitually bickered: "Just because we aren't entering doesn't mean there aren't idiots who want to!"

"Leave this place to the snipe and the clam for now." He Lingchuan looked toward Tianshui City in the night. "We will be back very soon."

A few understated words masked the hunting murderous intent.

Wanqi Feng and the others looked at him, unable to hide the reverence in their eyes.

Their lord had entered Yao on this trip with a dozen people, and left with a dozen people, yet he had turned a prosperous and beautiful Yao Nation upside down, leaving it on the verge of collapse! The King of Yao, Qingyang, Bai Tan, and the Heavenly God were all within his calculations.

Even the great chaos that Qingyang had secretly planned was actually controlled by He Lingchuan's rhythm. He must have detonated it precisely at the critical moment to cause an irreversible situation.

Such a figure was both respectable and terrifying.

Fortunately, fortunately, such a figure was their lord.

Wanqi Liang and the others were even more stirred.

Their lord always kept his word; if he said he would come back later, then he would definitely come back. So, what kind of scene would it be when their lord led them back to Tianshui City? Just imagining it was worth looking forward to.

Yao Palace.

The barrier of the Frost Immortal Hall had been completely destroyed; the magnificent palace and high walls were almost leveled, with only a few broken walls remaining. The terrain here looked as if it had been hit by a cluster of meteorites, with craters of all sizes everywhere.

The battlefield spread all the way to the Jade Spring Palace and the vast imperial garden behind it; as far as the eye could see, even the trees were not spared.

The power of this battle was both shocking and terrifying.

The cold spring remained, but the sea of fog had disappeared, revealing corpses strewn everywhere.

When gods fight, the innocent suffer.

More than half of the ministers of the Frost Immortal Hall were dead, and the remaining dozen or so huddled behind the broken walls, shivering.

Did that earth-shattering battle just now really happen in the human world? The King of Yao lay on the ground, on the verge of death, with only You Rongzhi by his side.

He looked up at the white light receding into the sky, his face full of disbelief.

Ran away?

The immortal's external dharma image actually, actually abandoned him and fled? Qingyang walked over, supported by Yuan Xuan, her clothes on her shoulders and abdomen stained with blood, her expression somewhat listless.

Just in that battle, more than thirty Green Guards died, and even she was seriously injured; Bai Tan himself was fine, having only suffered some flesh wounds.

Bai Tan couldn't care about his own bleeding wounds and knelt down with the temple soldiers: "Thank you, Divine Venerable, for your protection!"

He was respectful on the surface, but his heart was bleeding. For this rebellion, he had naturally brought his confidants and elites into the palace, totaling only about five hundred people—his most loyal and reliable force—yet more than three hundred had died. Even if three or four thousand of the City Patrol Army outside the palace had died, he wouldn't have felt this much heartache.

As for the temple soldiers, more than eight hundred were killed or injured, some caught in the crossfire of the gods' battle, and others whose essence and blood were borrowed by the Goddess Fenghe, leading to their death from exhaustion.

The object of Bai Tan's worship was not the Goddess Fenghe, but a Green Guard by Qingyang's side! This man was named Wang Liang; he was plain-looking with average cultivation, and usually didn't stand out among the Green Guards. At this moment, he was covered in wounds, his right arm severed at the shoulder, a large hole in his abdomen that almost penetrated to his back, and half his face was eroded by something, revealing bones that had turned blue.

An ordinary person would have long since fallen into a coma from such heavy injuries, but the remaining half of his face remained indifferent, as if he felt no pain at all.

He even stood in front of Qingyang, not even looking at the kneeling Bai Tan, but merely glancing back at the King of Yao: "To clean up such trash, I actually had to descend to the mortal world myself!"

His dissatisfaction was evident.

"Thank you for your trouble, Divine Venerable. Your sacrifice will not be in vain; the future harvest will certainly far exceed expectations." Qingyang bowed her head to him instead. "Farewell, Divine Venerable!"

Wang Liang snorted, suddenly walked toward a broken wall, and kicked away the rubble.

The Frost Immortal Hall had already collapsed, with broken walls and rubble scattered everywhere, and debris all over. Wang Liang casually picked up a tree branch, as if picking something up from the ground.

The sky was very dark, and no one else could see anything unusual, but when Bai Tan walked closer to look, he discovered a spider on the branch, only about the size of a fingernail.

In this mountain-like pile of debris, the small spider was as inconspicuous as dust, yet Wang Liang examined it carefully.

Under his gaze, the spider suddenly bubbled with green foam and vanished into nothingness in an instant.

"It's an eye of the Earth Cave Spider! Someone has been secretly monitoring this place all along."

Earth Cave Spider? Qingyang's brows lifted slightly upon hearing this name.

After speaking, Wang Liang raised his head and opened his mouth, and a cluster of silver light seeped out from his seven orifices, flying straight into the sky and hiding in the thick cloud layer.

In the battle against the giant serpent, this avatar of the Heavenly God had consumed a great deal, and the remaining sliver of power barely returned to the Divine Realm.

Immediately afterward, Wang Liang screamed, and the skin and flesh on his face began to fall off.

Even if he was a spare skin bag, the power of a god was not so easy to bear. Now that the Heavenly God had left, the agony of disintegration would have to be borne by him.

After the Hundred-Battle Heavenly God left back then, Lu Shishi had experienced exactly how she died, and Wang Liang would experience it completely today.

But before he could scream a second time, Qingyang drew Yuan Xuan's long saber and chopped off his head.

Such suffering was not something a human could endure; better to give him a quick end.

With just this action, Qingyang pulled at her wounds, causing her to frown in pain, but she still said: "In today's battle, Wang Liang has merit, and the fifty Green Guards who died have merit. I will report to the Emperor and generously compensate their families!"

These words were meant for the remaining Green Guards to hear.

She looked at the ground again: Wu Linghe, who had previously been possessed by the Goddess Fenghe, lay in a pile of rubble with his eyes wide open; the fatal wound was a large blood hole in his chest, big enough for a human head to fit into.

This was the wound left by the trident, but it wasn't bleeding because the wound was completely frozen by frost.

The avatar of the Goddess Fenghe had fallen directly in the battle just now and failed to return to the Divine Realm! For the Goddess Fenghe, this was a major loss, and it might even lead to a significant drop in the strength of her true self.

Two divine avatars, plus a Qingyang and over a thousand soldiers possessing Yuan power, had finally managed to drive away the Thousand Illusion True Person's giant serpent dharma image!

Truly worthy of being an ancient true immortal and one of the leaders of Spirit Mountain; even just a dharma image was this formidable.

She walked over to the King of Yao and looked down at him.

The King of Yao's eyes were full of unwillingness; with every breath, his lungs sounded like a broken bellows: "Why, why..."

He refused to accept it; even in death, he refused to accept it.

"I told you long ago, I am here to help you." Help you recognize your own place.