Chapter 561

When Wei Yuan put on his robe and stepped out of the room, he felt he was still somewhat weak. By this time, the Kingdom of Rain had retreated, and the corresponding battle reports had already been issued within the Human Realm.

The great war had lasted for more than three months. The Kingdom of Rain had poured out its entire strength, suffering a cumulative total of over three million casualties. In particular, the final battle saw the loss of their entire Swamp Crocodile Legion and 150,000 elite warriors, which was equivalent to breaking the spine of the Kingdom of Rain.

Besides this, Wei Yuan had used a burst of Red Lotus Karmic Fire to burn to death over 100,000 soldiers of the noble legions. These people were equivalent to the aristocratic clans and imperial relatives on the human side. They had originally come to the battlefield to gild their resumes, but Grandmaster Hongye had forced them to join the attack, and as a result, they all ended up within the range of the grand array.

The death of this group of nobles almost pushed Grandmaster Hongye into opposition with all the nobles. Although Grandmaster Hongye herself did not fear this, it also sowed the seeds for endless disputes in the future.

As for Qingming, one million people died in battle. Nearly 700,000 of them were recruited refugees, while 250,000 were Qingming's own civilians. Among those, only 900 survived out of the 80,000 who had been the first to charge to their deaths.

The first floor of the Hall of Heroic Spirits was filled with dense rows of spirit tablets; this was the honor due to those who had volunteered to die. Apart from them, only a few who had performed distinguished military service and died on the battlefield were qualified to be listed.

At this moment, as destiny gathered, each spirit tablet was actually emitting a faint green light.

The Mountain of Heroic Spirits had already had an entire mountaintop cleared, but it looked like it wouldn't be enough to hold a million tombstones, so opening a second mountain had already been put on the agenda.

These million heroic souls were the first cornerstone of Qingming as it grew.

The losses of Qingming's regular army were still acceptable; Wei Yuan had been replenishing them while fighting, and there were still 100,000 left at this time.

The Long Xiang and Long Yi armies had a combined total of 20,000 left, while the newly established Wall of Long Xiang had gone from 800 to 500 in a single battle.

Originally, the Long Xiang Army had numbered over 20,000, but in the final battle, they had confronted the Swamp Crocodile Legion head-on, suffering over 10,000 casualties, yet the final defensive line did not fall, leading to the total annihilation of the Swamp Crocodile Legion.

The Swamp Crocodile Legion of the Kingdom of Rain was a world-renowned army, with combat power equivalent to the Nine Armies of the Great Tang. Wei Yuan had mobilized all of Qingming's elites, using nearly 100,000 men to surround 30,000, and with constant missile bombardment overhead, they had fought for a full two hours before completely wiping out this unit, with their own casualties exceeding 30,000.

The ferocity of the Swamp Crocodile Legion's combat power was evident.

If it hadn't been for the wild missile bombardment from above and the reinforcement of the "All Living Beings in an Instant" and the "Peerless Dao Domain" from below, this Swamp Crocodile Legion would have long since broken through the encirclement and gone off freely. This was also the reason why the legion's commander hadn't been worried at all about being surrounded at first; in his eyes, there was no army in the world that could surround his legion.

This battle was of great significance; it was the first time since Qingming had its own army that it had completely annihilated an enemy elite force of the Nine Armies level through a head-on battlefield confrontation.

From this point on, the army of Qingming could rightfully call itself the world's elite, and no one could have any objections.

The current Qingming had only 1.3 million people, and almost every household was dressed in white mourning clothes. After the war, everything was waiting to be rebuilt, but the external situation remained grim. The Xu family had 500,000 troops stationed at Hanyang Pass, and the Zhao State had also deployed 300,000 troops, eyeing them covetously.

But Wei Yuan did not want to pay them any mind. After a life-and-death battle with the Kingdom of Rain, there should be no one willing to attack Qingming, which still had its main force intact. 100,000 battle-hardened soldiers and 20,000 world-class elites were Wei Yuan's current source of confidence.

What's more, Qingming had just fought a bloody battle with an alien race; attacking Qingming at this time would certainly be written about extensively in history books, and it would be a thankless task that would also earn one eternal infamy. Few people would do such a stupid thing.

The correct approach should be to take advantage of Qingming's emptiness to forcibly station troops, under the pretext of assisting Qingming in resisting the alien race and saving the people from fire and water. And then, once they arrived, they wouldn't leave.

It was just that Qingming was now a nation of soldiers, with over 100,000 main troops, and Wei Yuan still had the Yin-Yang Bombs in his hands that he hadn't used. Without a million-strong army and a willingness to sacrifice one or two Master Yu Jing lives, they weren't qualified to come to Qingming for "joint defense."

Wei Yuan hurriedly looked over the battle reports, swallowed a few Qi-replenishing elixirs, and headed toward the military camp.

He wanted to mobilize all his elites, and while the Shaman tribe had just retreated, he would fully clear away every trace they had left behind, seize the supplies they hadn't had time to take away, and ideally, catch up with the Shaman tribe and slaughter them once more.

Wei Yuan didn't blame the others for not pursuing; in fact, only when he, the Realm Lord, personally led the army in an attack would the military morale be stable enough to penetrate deep into the Shaman Domain for pursuit. Moreover, Wei Yuan held the Yin-Yang Bombs, and no Ghost Shaman was willing to wander around in front of him.

Those who could cultivate to the Master Yu Jing Realm were one in ten thousand; each one had been an unparalleled genius, and many had been cultivated with all-out effort since childhood, long accustomed to being supreme. No matter how much of a human genius Wei Yuan was, or how great his future achievements might be, their lives were their own, and no one was willing to sacrifice their own life to fight Wei Yuan. If that happened, wouldn't it just be benefiting Grandmaster Hongye for nothing?

As soon as Wei Yuan arrived at the camp, he mobilized 100,000 troops and personally led 30,000 main forces northward along the canal, with the primary goal of destroying the reservoir lake 500 miles away. The remaining troops were divided into several teams to sweep up the scattered Shaman tribes around the domain.

Wei Yuan's prestige was at its peak at this moment; seeing him return unharmed, the soldiers were all invigorated, and some even shouted "Long live!"

At this time, Wei Yuan didn't care about the small slip of the tongue, just pretending not to hear it as he led the army to set off. The army's morale was exceptionally high, surging straight into the sky, forcing the heaven and earth energy of the Shaman Domain to retreat to both sides.

At this moment, the troops were in high spirits, but Wei Yuan inadvertently moved his left leg and felt a faint sensation of a foreign object on it.

If one were to observe with the Qi-viewing technique, one could see that a shackle was locked onto Wei Yuan's left ankle, with the chain extending deep into the void, leading to an unknown destination.

This was the price Wei Yuan paid for refining 800,000 Shaman tribesmen with karmic fire; the karma had become heavy enough to take physical form. In the future, when all four limbs were shackled, there would be no turning back, and it was unknown what would happen.

Wei Yuan looked at the karmic chain on his foot, lost in thought. When that time truly came, he was afraid he would have to use the Dharma name "Wu Yuan," wouldn't he?

Although inheriting the ending of the Great Joy King Buddha was somewhat miserable, didn't the Buddha say, "If I do not enter hell, who will?" Wei Yuan already had this realization at this moment, and in his dream, he had even thought of his Dharma name.

That dream of the yellow millet was absurd and missing the first half, but according to the logic, the more miserable the second half of being hunted down was, the more exciting the experience of the first half should have been. And that little nun had unparalleled beauty...

Wei Yuan quickly stopped his thoughts, feeling that he hadn't been hunted down unjustly.

It was just that at this moment, Wei Yuan's legs and lower back still felt an unusual soreness. Just a moment ago, in order to teach Master Wu Yuan a profound lesson, Zhang Sheng had resolutely sacrificed herself to repeatedly suppress the lecherous monk. Zhang Sheng's understanding of the Sword Dao had reached a state of perfection, and she could circulate sword Qi throughout her entire body. Thus, she had circulated countless tiny sword Qi, and a few light stabs were enough to make the lecherous monk confess once, thereby making Wei Yuan deeply realize that no matter what kind of "Diamond Indestructible Body" one had, one was no match for a sword cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan was exhausted and could only sincerely admit his mistake. If it weren't for his seemingly sincere attitude and the heavy oath he had made, Zhang Sheng would have at least insisted on completing the sixty-four hexagrams of the innate before she was willing to stop.

After this battle, Wei Yuan finally understood that his teacher was truly capable of anything, depending only on whether she was willing. Relying solely on his own "monk knocking on the door under the moon" methods, he really wasn't much in front of her.

And after getting out of bed, Zhang Sheng had turned back into Zhang Sheng. All those absurd things just now had been done by Zhang Sheng, and had nothing to do with Zhang Sheng. Learning and applying this on the spot made Wei Yuan realize that any schemes or tricks used against his teacher in the future might rebound onto himself.

The army marched northward in a grand manner, initially catching only some small fry and stragglers along the way.

The Shaman tribe had retreated in a hurry, leaving behind countless supplies, all of which ended up benefiting Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan was in high spirits, dazzled by the sight, feeling for the first time that the Shaman Domain, littered with trash, was so lovely.

Moreover, the things the Shaman tribe cherished were different from those of the human race, so many materials that were rare in the eyes of humans were thrown everywhere. Even Wei Yuan's eyes were glowing, let alone the ordinary soldiers.

However, at this time, Qingming's military discipline was extremely strict; after several great battles, anyone who dared to disobey orders had long since been killed off in the first three battles. Even if immortal silver was right at their feet, no one dared to pick it up.

Despite the resources covering the ground, Wei Yuan barely moved, just leading the army straight forward, killing his way in one breath to the reservoir lake 500 miles away.

There were still many Shaman tribesmen wandering around here. They were all lower-class people who had stayed behind with a glimmer of luck, wanting to pick up some wealth, and some even harbored dreams of getting rich.

Although the main force of the Shaman tribe had retreated, they were gambling that the human race wouldn't arrive so soon. But unfortunately, they lost the gamble.

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Three months of beacon fires, with over a million dead on both sides, the blood feud had long since reached an irreconcilable point. Wei Yuan's attitude toward the Kingdom of Rain now was to leave none alive, so with a wave of his hand, 5,000 light cavalry were immediately scattered out.

The leader of the light cavalry was also one of the young masters or misses of the original sixteen clans, and now he had already cultivated to the late stage of Dao Foundation. At this moment, his face was full of wind and frost, covered in a thick beard; if one didn't look closely, no one would guess he was just a young man in his early twenties.

Having received Wei Yuan's order, he drew his blade toward the sky and roared, "Kill for me! Only a dead Shaman is a good Shaman!"

A young-looking knight pointed forward and asked, "What about the children?"

In the direction he was pointing, a dozen Shaman tribesmen were fleeing, with a woman carrying two young children on her back, gradually being left behind by the other Shaman tribesmen.

The leader unleashed a Daoist thunder whip, lashing it fiercely against the young knight, and then shouted, "There are only two kinds of Shamans in the world, the living and the dead, regardless of gender, age, or youth! Do you understand!?"

The young knight was from a refugee background and had actually only joined the army a few days ago; he had been promoted to a scout because of his talent and had only experienced the final great battle.

His face was a bit pale, but he still nodded hard.

"Very good!" The leader pointed to the Shaman woman carrying the children and said, "Go and kill them!"

The young knight closed his eyes, forcing himself to recall the faces of the veterans who had died by his side one by one. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with hatred and killing intent.

He spurred his horse forward, his long blade sweeping out, the blade edge bringing up a string of blood beads, shaped like a crescent moon, slowly dissipating in the air.

Subsequently, all the light cavalry were dispatched, in teams of a dozen, hunting down every Shaman tribesman who could still move.

Wei Yuan stood in the center of the army, watching all this silently, his heart as calm as water. This blood feud between races could no longer be resolved by any individual; those who wanted to resolve it at this time were either stupid or evil.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, savoring the ubiquitous smell of blood.

This was the general trend of the world, and it was also Wei Yuan's destiny. Only when all the alien races in the world were slaughtered until they could "sing and dance" would Wei Yuan feel that he had fulfilled the mission of being born into this world.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, drew his sword, pointed forward, and shouted, "The army moves forward, advance another 400 miles, follow me to meet the Lord of the Kingdom of Rain!"

The soldiers were boiling with blood, and the army's morale climbed step by step, almost without end!

At 700 miles, Wei Yuan caught up with Grandmaster Hongye's rearguard and broke them in one strike.

At 800 miles, Wei Yuan caught up with Grandmaster Hongye's main force, and Grandmaster Hongye was forced to leave her personal guards behind to cover the retreat. Wei Yuan fought fiercely for three quarters of an hour, completely annihilating this elite force that was no less than the Swamp Crocodile cavalry, personally beheading all eight Great Shaman commanders, and then continued the pursuit.

At 900 miles, Wei Yuan killed his way into the great Shaman city, where at least a million Shaman tribesmen hadn't had time to retreat, while Grandmaster Hongye and her last personal followers were nowhere to be found. The crying of the Shaman tribesmen in the city shook the sky, yet not a single Ghost Shaman could be seen in the sky.

The great lake rippled, and the altar in the center of the lake remained towering, but it was already empty of any Shamans.

PS: Wishing everyone a happy New Year's Eve! As the Year of the Snake begins, let's have a small update, and the updates during the Spring Festival will remain unchanged.

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