Chapter 1890: His Karma

He Lingchuan continued: "Aren't we cultivators also going against heaven? Humans live to a hundred, but immortals can live for thousands of years." "That's why I said, it's not impossible, just too difficult." The one guiding him at this moment, he didn't know if it was General Red or Lady Mitian, "The key lies in finding the boundary between life and death."

She said slowly: "The so-called 'life and death are different,' this 'different' word is the boundary, the limit."

"Boundary?" This word was not unfamiliar to He Lingchuan in the Reversed Sea. "From virtual to real?"

"The Great Dao is deep, and all paths lead to the same destination, but this 'road' is much harder than that." General Red said solemnly. "The barrier between life and death is the hardest to loosen; you not only have to find it, but also blur it, and it's best to break it."

"Break the... boundary between life and death?" He Lingchuan asked humbly. "What does the boundary of life and death look like?"

"What does the boundary look like?" General Red sneered. "What does air look like?"

It is inherently formless and qualityless.

"The boundary between each life and death might be different. First, you have to find the right one. That is already very difficult." General Red looked at the outline of the distant mountains. "Why do you think the Holy God of Death opened up the Kingdom of the Dead? The existence of that kingdom itself is the boundary."

He Lingchuan said "Oh": "Blur the boundary between the Kingdom of the Dead and the present world, and the dead can come out?"

According to this, the boundary for accommodating Panlongcheng is easy to judge, isn't it the Great Fanghu? Inside the pot is virtual, outside the pot is real.

This also secretly matches the truth that True Person Qianhuan once said: virtual and real are interchangeable, returning to reality from virtuality, the key depends on the boundary and the standard of judgment.

The boundary definition problem that others find difficult to handle is not a problem here for him.

"Or break it." General Red corrected him. "But both require a huge price, even for the Holy God of Death."

So the army of the dead that could be checked in history was only released once? He Lingchuan hurriedly asked: "What kind of price?"

General Red tilted her head: "It changes according to time and situation. However, I have never seen a large-scale resurrection of the dead in the human world, so you don't have to think too much; that must be a price that no one can afford."

How could He Lingchuan give up easily: "However, the Kingdom of the Dead of the Holy God of Death can allow the dead to be reincarnated, this isn't going against heaven, right? From life to death, from death to life, it looks more like following the laws of cause and effect."

General Red laughed loudly. He Lingchuan heard a bit of playfulness unique to Lady Mitian: "The Holy God of Death is incomparably powerful, which is why he could embed the Kingdom of the Dead into the laws of the Heavenly Realm, just as the Heavenly Luo Star can embed and rewrite the laws of this world. What do you think you are, wanting to compare yourself to a Holy God? A giant elephant can easily shake a big tree, why don't you, a tiny ant, try it?"

Simply and rudely put: he can, you cannot.

He Lingchuan sighed deeply and said solemnly: "I understand."

Three days later, Beijia retreated, the reason being that heavy rain for days led to landslides, blocking the front line.

But everyone in the game knew that this was just an excuse. Beijia's reason for sending troops disappeared due to the death of the Xianyou Second Prince, and the local forces within the Xianyou Nation had basically been suppressed by Panlongcheng, unable to effectively cooperate with the outside.

General Red, General Huyi, and General Nanke firmly nailed the eastern front of the Xianyou Nation, like reefs facing a tsunami, making it difficult for the Beijia army to advance effectively.

This bone was truly too hard, hurting their teeth.

The effective opportunity to suppress Panlongcheng this time had passed. If they continued to struggle, it wouldn't look good for Beijia either.

It didn't have the determination to take Panlongcheng with all its might.

At this time, news also came from Ling Mountain that the two major vassal demon nations of Beijia, the Shanyu Nation and the Fulie Nation, were fighting, which would somewhat affect Beijia's troop deployment.

The bitter fruit of this war was currently swallowed by Xianyou itself. On the surface, Panlongcheng was the biggest winner.

But everyone knew that Beijia wouldn't let it go.

This short retreat was like the great ebb tide before a tsunami, which would eventually roll back, strong and fierce.

Not long after, He Lingchuan returned to Panlongcheng in the cicada chirping of late summer.

Walking through the majestic southern city gate, he looked back and saw the black flood dragon sculpture swimming on the gate tower, playing with the treasure pearl in its mouth.

The Panlongcheng before his eyes was full of people, with heavy traffic, everything as usual.

It's good.

He hoped that the doomsday of the isolated city shown to him by the Great Expansion Heavenly Bead would never come.

Zhong Shengquan was out temporarily. After entering the city, He Lingchuan had to first find the families of the fallen generals and transfer their belongings.

Although life-and-death separations were staged from time to time on the Panlong Wasteland, "notifying the bad news" had always been the most torturous to the heart. No matter how he commanded in the battlefield, no matter how many times he had notified the bad news, every time he saw the pain of the families of the fallen soldiers, his heart was also extremely sad.

Liu Lin's parents were still in the countryside, and his wife cried uncontrollably upon receiving the bad news, dropping the child she was holding; He Lingchuan caught it with one hand and saw that the baby was only two years old, opening its round eyes, not knowing what had happened, but seeing its mother crying, it followed suit.

In the error-free version!

He Lingchuan put the wooden carving pendant into the child's hand, and the child's attention was immediately diverted by it.

The pendant was large and couldn't be put into its mouth.

It wasn't until the sky-shaking crying subsided that He Lingchuan left this home.

This was the reason why Zhong Shengquan insisted that the generals personally convey the bad news and not allow their subordinates to do it: they were the ones who sacrificed their lives in the battles you commanded, and every fearless sacrifice must be followed by a broken piece.

Therefore, those in power must never take other people's lives for granted.

Facing the majestic southern city gate of Panlongcheng, He Lingchuan was lost in thought for a long time.

In reality, he would soon start a war and ignite the flames of war with his own hands.

Countless people's fates would be changed because of him, and countless families would be forced to face such life-and-death separations.

But his determination would not change; he firmly believed that the path he was taking was difficult but correct.

This was the karma he had to bear.

He Lingchuan closed his eyes and let out a long, long breath, driving all the mixed thoughts out of his mind.

By the time he opened his eyes again, his gaze was already firm.

He walked past the Lady Mitian Temple, which was blocked by believers. Many people were paying respects beside the Fortune Pool, then sprinkling a little pool water on themselves to seek the god's blessing.

He Lingchuan looked at the sparkling water and the lazy koi, thinking of the sunset of the isolated city shown by the Great Expansion Heavenly Bead.

At that time, Zhong Shengquan stood in this position, making a vow to the Fortune Pool to become a demon and guard the Great Fanghu.

He Lingchuan certainly knew that the object Zhong Shengquan prayed to was the Great Fanghu, but at that time he clearly called it "God Venerable"!

Although Bai Ziqi often addressed Miaozhan Heaven this way, He Lingchuan knew they were definitely not addressing the same object. ===== CHAPTER 1891 =====