Chapter 2960

Not only He Lingchuan, but even Sun Fuling sighed deeply.

"If you had been here back then, the Maohe Plains would not have been lost, and Panlongcheng would not have failed in the end, would it?"

In the Panlong world, He Lingchuan held the Maohe Plains, and thus held the economic lifeline of Panlongcheng, which is why Panlongcheng later experienced great development.

If he had appeared earlier, would humanity not have had to endure these two hundred years of suffering?

He Lingchuan gently held her hand: "Perhaps this is fate's arrangement."

Fate did not allow him to come early, nor did it allow him to come late.

Had he come early, he would not have received the guidance of the Great Square Vessel;

Had he come late, everything would have been too late.

"Ah!" This remark reminded Sun Fuling: "Right, speaking of 'fate,' how is your divine form?"

In the Battle of the Trapped Dragon Moat, He Lingchuan fought across both realms, turning the tide in both, and had long passed the trial of the Fate Divine Form, officially becoming its master. Between such a divine object and its new master, there must be some adjustment. Moreover, Sun Fuling also knew that the divine form changes as the master gains insight into the laws.

"It is currently evolving." He Lingchuan smiled: "Whether it is the Battle of the Trapped Dragon Moat or your appearance, both have given me much insight. The serpent-swallowing form of the Fate Divine Form was originally set by the previous master, the Ancient God of Fate, and differs somewhat from the laws I have comprehended. Furthermore, I have also obtained a portion of the Command Divine Form from you, so I feel the Fate Divine Form still has great room for transformation. Or perhaps..."

He said this when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, not only interrupting his words but also illuminating the dim yellow sky.

A few breaths later, thunder rolled continuously.

"A thunderclap from clear skies?" He Lingchuan seemed to sense something, looked up, and said, "This is not a good omen."

Clearly the sun had not yet set, and there were only a few listless clouds drifting in the sky—where did such fierce thunder come from?

Sun Fuling hugged her knees and said: "I also feel a vague unease, as if something bad is happening."

Her expression suddenly shifted, and she pointed toward the horizon:

"Our guests have arrived!"

On the western horizon, a faint light appeared, mixed in with the afterglow of the sunset, almost unnoticeable, but Sun Fuling noticed it before he did.

When she stood up, she put away her relaxed and contented smile, and wisps of white smoke rose from her body—true energy drying the moisture on her clothes and hair.

After just a few breaths, her body became dry. At the same time, she took out a red coral hairpin, twisted her hair into a low bun at the back, the remaining strands falling over her shoulders, gently swaying in the evening breeze, graceful and charming yet with a touch of ease.

The white light on the horizon also flew closer—it turned out to be four white flying snakes pulling a luxurious carriage.

These flying snakes were huge, each over five zhang in length, with ribs bearing double wings and golden crowns on their heads; each flap of their wings stirred up a great wind, and when they descended from the sky, they gave a strong sense of oppression.

Sun Fuling lowered her right hand to her leg, raised two fingers, and gently pressed downward—the wind stirred up by the flying snakes immediately subsided, turning into a gentle breeze brushing the face. "Xuan Shui Flying Snakes?"

In ancient times, the Xuan Shui Flying Snake clan was renowned, being all-round warriors capable of fighting on water, land, and air—able to cause great floods and swallow heavenly demons—but this time they had come merely to pull a carriage.

They landed on the beach, standing like bats with wings spread on the ground, propping up their upper bodies.

The luxurious carriage landed smoothly, the carriage door then opened, and two people stepped out.

One was tall and sturdy, an old acquaintance of He Lingchuan in both reality and the Panlong world, though they had not met in a long time.

As he stepped down, his hearty laugh followed: "Jiuyou, it's been seven years since we last met, hasn't it?"

This man is the Emperor of Mu Kingdom, the Worry-Free Old Ancestor of Ling Mountain.

He was also once Xin Yi of the Panlong world.

"Not bad. Seven years apart, and the Worry-Free Emperor still bears his noble appearance." He Lingchuan strode forward to greet him, his gaze immediately falling on the other person: "And who is this?"

This person wore wide robes and large sleeves, his figure like a crane; standing beside Xin Yi, he displayed the aura of Daoist bones and immortal grace, about forty years old, with deep and profound aura, truly matching every mortal's imagination of an immortal.

To come together with Xin Yi in the same carriage, this person must not be ordinary.

"This is the current master of Ling Mountain, Xiao Hanzi, Xiao True Person."

Upon hearing this, He Lingchuan was moved, clasped his hands in salute: "It is actually Master Xiao himself who has come—long admired, long admired! Master Xiao has led Ling Mountain for two hundred years, endured the most difficult ages for humanity, and achieved great merit through hard work."

For over two thousand years, Ling Mountain has rotated its two masters every one or two hundred years. Two hundred years ago, during the time Panlongcheng resisted the heavenly demons, Xiao Hanzi had already been in charge. Originally, Xiao Hanzi's term should have ended decades ago, making way for Qianhuan True Person to take over, but Qianhuan True Person, after refining the Great Evolution Heavenly Pearl, became lost in meditation and never left seclusion to fulfill his duty, and then encountered Miao Zhantian's invasion, failing to escape the Inverted Sea alive. Thus, Xiao Hanzi has remained in office until now.

If it were anyone else, who would have the right to praise him for "great merit through hard work"? But since these words came from Jiuyou the Great Emperor, Xiao Hanzi felt quite pleased hearing them. No matter which world, this is his first meeting with Xiao Hanzi. Yet, relying on his arrogant battle record of slaying three great heavenly demons in succession, even this foremost person of Ling Mountain must treat him with a pleasant countenance.

Status is earned with one's own fists.

Of course, everyone present knows this is just polite talk.

In recent years, Imperial Flow Broth has become a common guest in the human world, heavenly and earthly spiritual energy is abundant, immortals and true immortals have emerged from seclusion one after another, and the old monsters deep in Ling Mountain certainly will not keep sleeping with their heads covered. Early on, someone was chosen to replace Xiao Hanzi, but he has continued to hold office until now, showing that this person now seated finds it not only not burdensome, but actually quite comfortable.

He Lingchuan shifted his tone and introduced the people beside him to the two immortals:

"This is my inner companion, Sun Fuling, from Panlongcheng, formerly known as Zhong Wugan."

This time, Jiuyou the Great Emperor encountered a scheme set by the Ling Xu crowd and successfully counterattacked, already shaking Ling Mountain and Mu Kingdom, and even Xiao Hanzi and the Mu Emperor came together in person, showing how much both powers value this.

And in that earth-shattering battle, the Panlong Army, which first appeared as a force, and the new figures beside Jiuyou the Great Emperor, have also become key targets for analysis and research by all sides.

The name Red General has once again spread throughout the world.

Both were somewhat moved: "Is this the Red General?"

Those five words, "from Panlongcheng," alone are enough to make people ponder. Panlongcheng was destroyed by war two hundred years ago, the entire city slaughtered, where could any survivors be? As for the Red General's true name, both of them naturally know it.

However, no one can easily associate the current elegant, dust-transcending, heavenly maiden-like beauty before them with the war chariot-riding, demon-slaying killer god who could seize victory as easily as taking something from a bag.

Sun Fuling smiled faintly:

"One hundred and eighty years ago, Mr. Xin once stood on the walls of Panlongcheng and asked me, how can one train an invincible army?"

Xin Wuhuan immediately bowed deeply to her: "Indeed, you are the Red General! That single piece of advice back then has benefited me greatly in later generations."