Chapter 2518: All Gods Public Enemy

Shenjun stared without blinking, unable to speak for a long time.

How magnificent.

The southern city gate tower stood like a sentinel, the last to sink into the earth. He Chunhua fixed his gaze upon it, as if knowing his eldest son stood there, gazing back at him from afar.

The bird-like demon egrets chirped and chattered, all circling above the Chi Pa Plateau.

About a quarter of an hour later, the smoke and dust drifted away, leaving the southwesternmost edge of the Chi Pa Plateau empty and bare, the ground sunk five zhang, as if a vast chunk had been scraped off by a cake scraper.

This entire chunk had been carried away by the Earth Mother.

After standing for over one hundred and seventy years, the ancient city of Panlong finally departed from this land.

The soldiers and civilians of Panlongcheng had once longed to leave the wilderness, but due to the weight of reality, they were forced to hold their ground until the very last moment, dying with their city.

The wish they could not fulfill in life, He Lingchuan accomplished in one hundred and seventy years, bringing the entire ancient city of Panlong to completion.

He Chunhua knew the past of Panlongcheng, and at this moment his eye sockets even grew slightly moist.

He did not ask where the Great Emperor of Jiuxu was headed; that answer was probably better known to fewer people.

From now on, likely no one in the world could accurately grasp the whereabouts of the ancient city of Panlong—

Except the Great Emperor of Jiuxu.

"Your Majesty?" Shan Youjun waited for his order.

"There are still some man-eating monsters roaming the wilderness near Yujing City; send people to hunt and exterminate them, do not let them disturb the villagers." He Chunhua said casually, "Restore all the Hongya trade passes, ensure cargo transport is not interrupted."

"Yes."

"Moreover..." He Chunhua pondered, "From now on, the Panlong Wasteland shall be renamed the Blackwater Plains."

The ancient city of Panlong has already vanished from this land; is there still a need to retain the old name for the wasteland?

"Ah, good, I'll take care of this right away."

Shan Youjun bowed and retreated, but had not walked ten zhang before He Chunhua called him back.

"Never mind, let's not change the name." He stared blankly at the Chi Pa Plateau, rarely going back on his word, "Let it still be called Panlong Wasteland, as a memorial."

How many grudges, grievances, loves, and hatreds once covered this wasteland, even including his own youthful years.

Let them, and the name "Panlong Wasteland," remain here forever.

A gust of wind passed, and the yellow sand on the plateau blew straight into the face.

Panlong Ancient City has departed, but the wind and sand remain.

He Chunhua softly sighed.

Life is but a dream, worldly affairs are like the wind.

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Bing Tai City.

Upon reaching autumn, the Bing Tai Plain dons golden attire; gazing afar, it is a boundless expanse of radiant gold.

This grassland originally also saw not a few caravans passing through, but each year at this season, the trade route would automatically cease, and experienced merchants no longer ventured onto the mossy plain.

The reason is also very simple:

The approximately thirty-day migration of the moss oxen.

He Lingchuan stood on the highest stone tower in Gu Village. Behind this small village lay a small hill, atop which a watchtower had been built to observe the movements of grassland demon beasts.

On the golden plain lay a large dark mass—that was the moss oxen.

When one hundred thousand moss oxen gather together, and among them are powerful demon ox clans, no other demon beast dares to approach them.

However, they are herbivores; the residents of Gu Village had already transferred their supplies half a month prior, leaving only an empty village here, so they mostly would not come this way.

He Lingchuan temporarily chose this place to settle, merely awaiting a communication.

Before he had finished chewing half a pack of beef jerky as a snack, he sensed:

"They have come."

He leapt down from the stone tower, casually entered a house with a door, shut the doors and windows, then took out a small figurine and placed it on the east-facing table, lit a stick of incense, and murmured a few lines.

When He Lingchuan sat down in a chair inside the house, the smoke and mist also condensed a face in midair.

"You're in such a hurry to find me—what's the matter, Pinyin God?"

After saying this, he even yawned.

The visitor was the minor god he had recently been in contact with, Pinyin God.

Pinyin God stared at him and said: "Because of you and Naluotian, the heavenly realm is about to fall into chaos again."

"Me?" He Lingchuan pointed at his own nose, how could there still be Naluotian? "Isn't the heavenly realm constantly thrown into chaos because of me? This time, what new act is it?"

When he said this, he was truly not exaggerating.

He Lingchuan had previously caused a great uproar in the Heavenly Palace to seize treasures, already causing the Lingxu gods to lose face; later, in the Battle of Overturning the Sea, even Miao Zhantian had fallen; he then established the Cangyan Empire, which further drove countless gods from the Jinjin Plains, leaving them utterly deprived of incense and faith.

Which of these was not a major event that shook the heavenly realm?

"Yangguan Dao!" Pinyin God sighed, "The heavenly realm has already spread the word: the divine bodies cultivated by the Lingxu gods require the divine artifact 'Yangguan Dao' to maintain stability. As a result, this artifact was taken by you, causing the trial overseen by the Lingxu Holy Venerable to encounter immense difficulties, unable to proceed as planned."

He Lingchuan paid close attention: "Unable to proceed as planned—what does that mean?"

"Cannot—uh, cannot stably produce divine bodies." Pinyin God whispered, "From information I obtained within the Lingxu assembly, the cultivation of divine bodies has recently suffered repeated setbacks, wasting many precious materials; it is said that even the Heavenly Palace has thus lost many lives."

He Lingchuan followed up: "Where are the Lingxu gods conducting the divine body trials? You surely must have heard something, right?"

Pinyin God shook his head: "That is a top-secret matter within the Lingxu assembly; I have no means to inquire about it. I see, the Lingxu Holy Venerable will not let any informed person go unpunished."

It did not wish to be silenced.

"By the way, where did you obtain the information about 'Yangguan Dao'? A few days ago, this was also a major secret within the Lingxu assembly."

He Lingchuan leaned back, shifting to a more comfortable posture:

"I don't know."

"..." This is just too insincere—didn't even bother to act, Great Emperor of Jiuxu?

I rushed to Yujing City because the Lingxu Alliance teamed up with Shangguan Biao to seize my Panlong Ancient City. He Lingchuan spread his hands, utterly carefree: "As for the 'Yangguan Dao,' that's just extra spoils."

The blood demon on his back sneered: "Talking nonsense with your eyes wide open."

The information about the 'Yangguan Dao' was clearly given by the State Preceptor of Shuangye Kingdom.

The Soul-Capturing Mirror retorted: "Master is just speaking to people in human terms, to ghosts in..."

"Fine, whatever you say goes." Puchen Shen was helpless—Jiuyou would lie straight to your face, and what could he do about it?

"Without the 'Yangguan Dao,' can the divine body experiment even proceed?" He Lingchuan raised a reasonable objection: "Lingxu Supreme Vastly Powerful—surely he wouldn't be helpless?"

"It's said the Lingxu Alliance is also trying to adjust things internally, but with little effect."

"Of course it's ineffective!" the Soul-Capturing Mirror gloated: "The 'Yangguan Dao' has a unique function—how could it be so easily replaced?"

This is a divine artifact refined by the Prime Shore Immortal, capable of detecting the faintest signs of life. After the body of Hidden God Jun was annihilated by Jia Lou Tian, new consciousness has continually arisen on its massive form, seeking to fill the void left by the disappearance of the old "self."