Chapter 3128

The soldiers stared blankly at the formation, knowing the Red General had already entered the void, pursuing the Holy Lord of the Spirit Void.

This invisible battle would directly determine the outcome of the war between humans and demons, and would profoundly alter the fate of every living being in this world.

The divine bone necklace warmed slightly, so He Lingchuan knew she was safe.

He clenched his fists, turned, and strode toward the teleportation formation outside the Hall of Ten Thousand Gods: "Everyone, down the mountain—head to the front lines!"

Why did he stay behind? Because he was the leader of the War Alliance, the pillar of the Spirit Void City battle.

Because the ground war needed him more to command and coordinate.

So, he could only let the Red General enter the world of laws alone to fight.

As she said, each has their own battle to fight.

This was the plan they had agreed upon days ago; He Lingchuan felt helpless, but it was the only rational course.

Hurry! He made up his mind silently, to end the ground war in the shortest time possible!

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On the Day of Divine Initiation, Ducheng.

The King of Ji walked back and forth in his study, every few dozen steps he would go to the window to glance at the formation of the White Goose Tower.

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From his study, he could just make out the entire White Goose Tower square.

Of course, the White Goose Tower itself had long been flattened. That vast square, capable of holding over four thousand people, was now covered by a massive and intricate formation, with tight guards around it, forbidding outsiders from entering.

The longtime palace attendant softly comforted: "It's been this long, and the formation shows no movement—it likely won't activate. Please, Your Majesty, set your mind at ease."

The King of Ji let out a long breath, but the anxiety in his heart could not be suppressed.

What exactly is this formation for?

The attendant said: "You've already summoned formation masters to inspect it—this is indeed a teleportation formation. Master Fukun previously said it is meant to pave the way for the Heavenly God, serving only as a guide, posing no real harm to us."

The King of Ji snorted coldly: "Before I opened the gates and surrendered, the Heavenly God also promised me that Ji would not change dynasties! But now, now I am trapped in the palace, unable to go anywhere, unable to do anything—does this still count as being a sovereign of a nation?"

Outside his study, there are Tuhun guards stationed, claiming to protect his safety, but in reality, they are soft imprisonment and surveillance. Even as a sovereign of a nation, he is not allowed to leave the palace gates—even when he goes to the privy, two Tuhun guards follow behind him!

How is this still a sovereign? Clearly, he is a prisoner, and this palace is just a great jail holding him.

The attendant thought to himself: Our country truly has not changed dynasties, and you are still seated on the throne. It's just that you must obey others. Since the whole nation has surrendered, obeying others is simply part of one's duty.

But he dared not respond, so he changed the subject: "Master Fukun indeed promised you that gathering so many citizens is to welcome the descent of the Heavenly God, to show grandeur. As long as tonight passes, the Heavenly God and the Tuhun people will withdraw, never to remain in our borders again; as long as tonight passes, you will be free."

"Can He keep His promise?"

"If Master Fukun's words are not trustworthy, why would He have said them at all?"

That made sense.

Just then, the imperial garden suddenly erupted with chaotic footsteps.

Soon after, the Tuhun guards brought in a person, pressing him forward.

Upon entering the study, this person was immediately pressed to kneel on the floor.

The King of Ji fixed his gaze and was startled.

Yu Qing?

This man had a swollen nose and bruised face, but the King of Ji could recognize him at a glance—this was none other than Yu Qing, his trusted minister. Before, he had regarded Yu Qing and Xia Lie Jie as his left and right arms.

But this afternoon, Yu Qing had vanished, and the Yu family had disappeared with him. The King of Ji could only speculate that he had followed Xia Lie Jie's path and fled secretly.

For this, the King of Ji had scolded him repeatedly in his study.

Never did he expect that he would be escorted back at this critical juncture.

The Tuhun guard said: "This surnamed Yu bribed the eastern gate guard, had his family disguise themselves, trying to sneak out of the city, but we intercepted them."

Yu Qing collapsed to the ground, his spirit and vitality as if drained away.

The King of Ji pointed at his nose and railed: "You truly are my loyal minister, capable of such deceitful and treasonous acts!"

Ah, actually he also wanted to leave. But after several attempts, the Tuhun people had him under such strict watch.

Yu Qing looked at the King of Ji with hollow, despairing eyes.

The Underworld King stared at him, his heart pounding, unable to help but snap: "How can you wear such a dead look?"

Yu Qing shook his head, too weary to speak much. Since being brought back, he had already lost all will, too weary even to observe the rites between ruler and minister.

And to go on.

Just then, two ministers arrived for an audience.

"Your Majesty, Master Fukun and several Heavenly Gods seem to have just left Ducheng."

Upon hearing this, the King of Ji's spirit lifted: "Really?"

"We saw it with our own eyes. Master Fukun was originally at the White Goose Tower square; fifteen minutes ago, he and several Heavenly Gods transformed into light and departed, witnessed by city gate guards leaving the city."

The longtime attendant stepped forward immediately.

"It seems the White Goose Tower formation was merely a backup. Your Majesty, great joy."

Master Fukun the Heavenly God had said that after tonight, all Heavenly Gods would withdraw. Now they have left early—this simply means the formation is not needed, right?

The King of Ji could not help but let out a long sigh: "May Heaven bless us, may our ancestors bless us!"

However, Yu Qing, kneeling on the ground, let out a long, bitter laugh.

"It's over, it's over."

"What's over?" The King of Ji strode over a few steps, without needing anyone else to act, he raised his hand and slapped Yu Qing twice across the face: "Tell me clearly—what's over?"

Yu Qing's face was ashen: "If Master Fukun were here, we could still live. Now that he has withdrawn, we are doomed."

Hearing this, the King of Ji felt a jolt of shock: "What do you mean?"

"Even Master Fukun fears that formation, which is why he fled in haste." Yu Qing wore an expression of utter despair: "Since they have left, it means the formation will activate soon."

He used to be able to stand up to Xia Liejie in court, and it wasn't without reason—he saw people and situations far more clearly than his peers.

But at this moment, he also envied Xia Liejie deeply; those who know the times are the outstanding ones, and the Xia family had fled swiftly, saving their entire household.

He steadied himself, then said to the Ji King: "Since even Fu Kunshen has left, we too—"

A guard from the Tuhun stood by the door of the Imperial Study; he had something to say but dared not speak plainly, only frantically making eye signals to the Ji King.

Upon hearing the Ji King's earlier words, he felt as if struck by five thunderbolts, nearly buckling at the knees; hearing this sentence, he instantly felt as though he had seized a lifeline.

"Good, you're right!" Even the Heavenly Gods have fled—if they don't leave now, when will they?

The Ling King naturally still had confidants and commanders within the palace. He was about to send word to them, asking them to escort him out of the palace and city, when an old palace servant suddenly pointed at the window and cried out in alarm: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look quickly! That, that formation has been activated!"

Several people were startled and all crowded to the window to look.

Indeed. The grand formation on the White Goose Tower plaza began to glow, spreading rapidly outward from its center.