Chapter 122: Enthronement

On the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains, stones had already been piled up beside the Jade Mountain, but Little Wei Yuan hadn't decided whether to mold a tripod, a bell, or something else. If there was a chance, Little Wei Yuan felt he should go to the Myriad Forms Hall again to find inspiration, and by the way, see if that old Daoist sweeping the floor was still there.

When he returned to the Lan Shen Palace, the sky was already bright. Little Wei Yuan jumped off his horse, only taking back three streaks of luck, and left one in the warhorse's body. The horse's height dropped from fifteen feet back to ten feet, and its aura was just a bit listless, not collapsing and dying.

Xu Wenwu was the first to rush over, shouting, "Big Brother is divine and martial!!"

He didn't see him during the battle, but he was the first to run out to welcome him upon his triumphant return. It seemed this Xu Wenwu wasn't entirely a straw bag.

Little Wei Yuan patted his shoulder, then pointed to the warhorse behind him, saying, "Mount it and run for an hour."

Xu Wenwu was startled. "Run where?"

"Anywhere is fine, running in circles is also fine. Run for an hour."

Xu Wenwu didn't dare not to obey and mounted the horse. Although the great battle had ended, how could he dare to run far? If he encountered a fish that slipped through the net of the Wu tribe, it wouldn't take a second move to kill him. So Xu Wenwu ran in circles around the main hall from afar.

The surviving human cultivators were now gathered in the open space beside the main hall. Only thirty or forty people could still sit, and the rest were lying on the ground, receiving treatment from Yun Feifei and Xu Waner.

Seeing Little Wei Yuan walking over, a fiery light lit up in the eyes of all the cultivators. Those who could still move struggled to stand up, and those who couldn't stand also sat up.

Little Wei Yuan looked at them one by one, including those who were seriously injured and dying. Only one hundred and ninety-seven remained on the scene. And before the battle started, there were six hundred and seventy people.

Seeing this scene, Little Wei Yuan felt no more joy in his heart. Every inch of land here was seized by countless human cultivators with blood and lives. This was still with Jia Wood Gives Birth to Xuan constantly replenishing vitality and Dao power; if it were any other Boundary Stone, these people might not have survived a single one.

At this moment, the Azure Void boundary domain had expanded to ten miles, and the area around the main hall was already close to a pure human-clear domain. With the blessing of Xuan power, the recovery speed of all cultivators' injuries increased exponentially, and those who were poisoned or cursed were also improving. If it were in the boundary domain of an ordinary Boundary Stone, probably only half of those cursed and poisoned could have survived.

Although the casualties were heavy, all the surviving cultivators had light in their eyes.

Little Wei Yuan walked to the front of the few people who were most seriously injured, reached out and pressed virtually on the wounds, and dots of tender green light appeared around his hand. The Jia Wood Gives Birth to Xuan power of the boundary domain had already condensed on this person. His vitality instantly soared several times, and the wound recovery speed increased by more than ten times. The originally dying and seriously injured wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After his condition stabilized and there was no more danger to his life, Little Wei Yuan turned to the next one. In the blink of an eye, five people who should have been seriously injured and incurable were pulled back from the edge of death. This was simply an immortal miracle!

Everyone looked at Little Wei Yuan with fiery eyes, and Little Wei Yuan also felt that he should say something at this moment. Originally, there were many examples in history books that could be used for reference, but Little Wei Yuan felt that at this moment, all references and allusions were too empty to express his feelings.

He thought for a while and said, "Before this battle was fought, presumably everyone would have felt that we were bound to lose. But we held on and won!"

The cultivators waved their fists hard and roared and growled. At this moment, their hearts were full of wildness!

Little Wei Yuan's voice rose, he waved his arms hard, and roared, "The Wu Yu tribe will not give up. But we will hold this place, and we will win! We will win every battle and kill every bastard who crosses the border!!"

The cultivators let out another roar!

Little Wei Yuan leaped onto a large stone, pointed his long spear to the sky, and said loudly, "In the future, we will raise a great army and kill our way into the Wu domain..."

In the thunderous roar of the cultivators, a high-pitched voice suddenly sounded: "... and grab money and women!"

The field suddenly went quiet, and all the cultivators were confused. Grabbing money could be understood, but why grab the women of the Wu Yu tribe?

Looking at Xu Wenwu, who should have gone to walk the horse but didn't know when he had run back, Little Wei Yuan's face turned a bit green. He had rarely performed well, and it was not easy to have morale available, but it was all gone because of this guy's sudden remark.

Seeing the silence around him, Xu Wenwu also realized he had said the wrong thing, although he didn't know what was wrong. However, he also had quick wit, knelt down, and shouted, "Human King Tinghai Xianjun, are we not of noble birth? From now on, we will follow Big Brother, go through fire and water, and die without regret!"

What was this? Little Wei Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and a Dao power sealed Xu Wenwu's mouth. But Xu Wenwu swallowed this Dao power as soon as he opened his mouth, and his cultivation improved slightly.

Before Little Wei Yuan could react, this guy had already knelt on the ground, shouting, "Long live the Emperor!"

A group of cultivators also knelt down one after another, saying in unison, "May the King live forever!"

Xu Wenwu looked up at the surrounding cultivators, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, and secretly thought, did he say the wrong thing again?

In ancient times, the Human King was the Tinghai Xianjun, and the Tinghai Xianjun was the Human King. After ascending to immortality, the lifespan was far more than ten thousand years. So shouting "Long live" to the Human King in ancient times was cursing him to die early.

Now the Great Tang was the master of the world, and it had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although there were nine countries ruling separately and the Tang chamber was empty, the righteousness and name still existed. Wanting to establish oneself was also possible, but one could only be called a King and had to respect the Tang Emperor as the master of the world. Xu Wenwu's "Emperor" was really wanting to exterminate Little Wei Yuan's nine generations, and it was the kind that all heroes of the world would punish.

Seeing the kneeling cultivators, even Yun Feifei and Xu Waner had knelt down, Little Wei Yuan was truly caught off guard. How did this start a rebellion?

Now was not the time... Little Wei Yuan calmed down.

He could kill two Dharma Forms in a row, but in the final analysis, it was still the Tinghai Xianjun taking action from afar. Without the power of the Tinghai Xianjun, the Tai Chu Palace wouldn't need the Ancestor to take action to quell the rebellion; any one of Zhang Sheng or the Senior Sister would be enough.

After seriously considering the pros and cons, Little Wei Yuan suddenly remembered, why was he seriously considering this?!

"Everyone get up, get up quickly! What is this for? I am just a small disciple of the Tai Chu Palace, I am now, and I will be in the future." Little Wei Yuan pulled people up one by one, but everyone refused to get up no matter what.

Among the surviving cultivators, the two with the highest cultivation and sufficient prestige looked at each other and said in unison, "The Lord established a Boundary Stone and reopened this place, so he is the master of this place. This is a rule passed down by our human race for hundreds of thousands of years, and it does not hinder the Lord from continuing to be a disciple of the Tai Chu Palace. We just want to follow the Lord and protect our clan and blood relatives. No matter what the Lord's identity is, he will be our master from now on."

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Little Wei Yuan looked to the left, then to the right. One of these two was recruited by Yun Feifei from the surrounding towns, and the other was the leader of Xu Jingfeng's guards. They were originally unrelated, but looking at their tacit understanding at this moment, he knew there must have been collusion in secret.

The bloody battle had just ended, and the participating cultivators had all come with a heart of death. This battle had also cost nearly seventy percent of the people. Everyone present could say without a clear conscience that they were ready to die. Little Wei Yuan could not take their wishes lightly.

Little Wei Yuan sighed in his heart and said, "Everyone get up first. I will hold this place and will not leave. If you are willing to take risks with me, then let's open up a place to multiply together!"

As soon as these words came out, the two cultivators bowed again: "Swear to follow the Lord to the death!"

The crowd of cultivators roared: "Swear to follow the Lord to the death!"

Little Wei Yuan was caught off guard and was put on the fire to roast again. He pushed back several times, and finally, he managed to change the title from "Lord" to "Master," which was barely in line with tradition.

By the time the cultivators stood up, Little Wei Yuan was already physically and mentally exhausted, feeling that killing the Dharma Form was not this tiring.

At this moment, the sky was bright, and sunlight suddenly spilled down, illuminating the surrounding ten-mile area brightly and vividly, with every grass and tree showing vigorous vitality. The mountains were green, the grass was like a carpet, and even the broken walls and ruins looked extraordinarily beautiful in the sunlight. Ten miles away was the dark, damp, ink-green world. Compared with the outside, this small, bright world was like an earthly paradise.

At this moment, everything was waiting to be done, and there wasn't even a house with a roof, but it was a place of hope for countless people.

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