Chapter 815: Mission and Faith

The battle at the underground Tomb Cluster has ended.

But the battle at Wangchuan Valley has only just begun.

Liu Shiji has to admit that by this time, he had already missed the best opportunity for his entire army to retreat.

He should have been more decisive back then, followed the Military Advisor's arrangements, and at that time, either entered the tomb or retreated immediately.

Du Liang had indeed left such an option open.

But what Liu Shiji was thinking at the time was, if he could annihilate these Longyan troops and then enter the tomb, wouldn't that be even better?

Looking at it now, those cowardly and lazy Longyan generals from before had actually served as a great anesthetic, and his confidence had made Liu Shiji arrogant.

However, now.

He was about to cry.

She is willing to let go.

There is nothing she is unwilling to let go of.

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Xie Fang is also crying on the side.

The Longyan army's artillery fire is constant; this Longyang Princess, having flown into a rage, seems to want to use artillery fire to flatten this mountain range!

She only wants to see Liu Zheng now, and she does not think about anything else.

"Fire!"

It is not her own money being used anyway!

Even if it were her own money, her husband has plenty of it!

The firepower of the Longyan army is fierce, enough to make people start to feel terrified.

"Retreat!"

"Keep firing for me, don't stop!"

Her military orders were issued one by one.

But it was already too late.

After all, fighting on home ground, coupled with the appeal of Vice Minister Liu in Longyan, there have been a steady stream of people coming from Longyan these days, and a steady stream of large armies coming from Longyan. Everyone is concerned about this war, and everyone is concerned about Vice Minister Liu.

"Withdraw!"

Liu Shiji could only order a retreat.

If Liu Shiji wants to break out, he will inevitably have to pay a huge price.

However, he has no room for choice.

Therefore.

The back mountain had long been surrounded by the Longyan.

At first, this statement truly made many people hesitate, and they did clear some paths for Liu Shiji.

But immediately afterward, the Longyang Princess's military order arrived as well.

Driven by rage and anxiety, he could only grab Xie Fang with one hand, tie him to his horse, and while galloping, he said the same thing wherever he went.

"The Longyan Crown Prince is in my hands, who dares to act recklessly?"

Upon hearing this.

Xie Fang cursed furiously at the sky again.

That person is not the Crown Prince; he is being used by the enemy to confuse us!

The Crown Prince has already been rescued by us; he is fine, in good health, just a little thin, with a little skin scraped off his arm.

However, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. Once the soldiers heard the Longyang Princess speaking so convincingly, didn't they have to listen to her? What's more, they never had any good feelings for this Crown Prince, Xie Fang, to begin with.

Damn it!

That bastard Xie Chan!

The ghost is the one who is fake!

"These people are all crazy!"

Liu Shiji is completely breaking down.

Next, no matter what Liu Shiji said, the Longyan army just hammered them fiercely!

"They're crazy!"

Three hundred thousand Nanyang troops, and they lost their leader all at once.

With no one to command the battle, how could that be allowed?

Are you all just going to ignore the Crown Prince?

Seeing that the defeat was certain, he simply let out a roar, threw Xie Fang ruthlessly into the woods, and fled with a dozen guards, choosing his own path.

This time, the people of Liaodong suffered.

These were hundreds of thousands of wandering troops; under such circumstances, they naturally engaged in all sorts of burning, killing, and looting, oppressing the people. They destroyed every village they passed through.

They all scattered and fled.

They decided to retreat to Liaodong to plot further.

The Longyang Princess soon led her army in pursuit, beginning to pass through Wangchuan Valley and penetrate deep into Liaodong territory. She launched an extermination campaign against these wandering troops.

But the Nanyang army is no pushover either.

Xie Chan was instantly furious.

The entire Longyan was also incomparably angry.

The three-hundred-thousand-strong army turned into dozens, or even hundreds, of combat groups, starting to hide in the mountainous areas of Liaodong.

When Xie Chan saw this situation, she naturally would not let them go.

At this moment, they could be considered as free as birds in the sky and fish in the sea.

Break into smaller units.

No, no, no.

It is not Liaodong Prefecture, but Qiao Yuan's "Efang Palace."

Continue to send troops out to search.

Then, she had already led her troops to occupy Liaodong Prefecture.

This Imperial Palace is even more magnificent than her own father's!

The father she spoke of was, naturally, the former emperor of the Dayuan Kingdom, Xie Xuan. When Xie Xuan was in Dayuan, he had also imitated the Longyan style to build his own Imperial Palace, but it was not as opulent as this Qiao Yuan's; the entire mountain was practically nothing but palaces.

When she first saw this place, she was completely stunned.

Good heavens.

But despite this, let us call this place the Liaodong Palace for now; this Liaodong Palace was still filled with rare treasures and all sorts of luxuries.

"Your Highness, this..."

Just how much of the people's blood and sweat must this Qiao Yuan have extorted?

Before the main army moved in, the civil and military officials in this "Efang Palace" had long since fled with everything they could carry.

"Bang!"

Several people nearby, hearing this, could not help but bump into the wooden pillars.

Those following Xie Chan were also drooling one by one as they looked on.

Xie Chan, however, laughed heartily: "We're rich, we're rich! Send people to take inventory immediately, take inventory! Remember, keep your hands clean for me! This is my dowry!"

Liu Zheng and the others looked on in horror.

Dow...

Dowry?

Those deep, dark eyes were a shocking sight to behold.

Resurrected?

That's right.

Tuolei had truly opened his eyes.

They had been waiting for Tuolei's resurrection at every moment, generation after generation!

He would lead a million Ghost Masters to gallop across the battlefield and rebuild the glory of the past.

Could he have really been resurrected?

The people of the Luo Family were already weeping with joy. For them, seeing this scene was undoubtedly the most thrilling thing. They had guarded this place for hundreds of years, hundreds of years!

Cheering and leaping, they were beside themselves.

Liu Zheng, however, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Something is wrong."

And now.

Tuolei had truly opened his eyes.

"Do not go over there!"

Liu Zheng shouted loudly.

At this moment, the blood-colored light connecting from outside was shining directly onto Tuolei.

But his "opening his eyes" was likely not a resurrection, but rather that the blood-colored light shining on him had caused a problem with his internal preservation mechanism, which was what allowed his tightened eyelids to loosen.

Following Liu Zheng's warning, there was a loud boom.

The body of Tuolei, which they thought had been resurrected and which had not decayed for hundreds of years, instantly turned into dust and collapsed with a crash.

The people of the Luo Family had already slowly knelt down in worship.

Sure enough.

A cloud of white corpse dust billowed up.

The people of the Luo Family were covered in it.

Following that.

The civil and military officials throughout the Taihe Hall were the same.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"No!"

Their expressions changed drastically one by one, looking on in horror while simultaneously falling into disbelief.

Liu Zheng took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty!"

The people of the Luo Family were all going mad.

"This is impossible! Impossible!"

"Imperial Merchant!"

This was not what they wanted!

This was not what their family had been steadfastly longing for for hundreds of years!

Wasn't it said he had been resurrected? That's right, he had just opened his eyes! But now? Why had he turned to dust and vanished? Why?

This is not right!

Luo Qun also looked on in despair.

The eunuch from before also sat on the ground and began to wail loudly.

"This is impossible, this is impossible..."

Luo Chengxiang shook his head.

That was the spiritual pillar that sustained their willingness to live underground for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, it was just gone like that.

Liu Zheng understood this feeling of faith collapsing; the faith they had held since childhood had collapsed right here, along with the corpse of Tuolei.

No matter who it was, no one could bear it.

Resurrection.

The resurrection still did not succeed.

Liu Zheng and the others watched quietly.

Wu Zhen also held his breath.

Yes.

This hero of the Grassland had arranged all of this.

Liu Zheng suddenly felt that Tuolei might have known long ago that he could not be resurrected.

Therefore, the appearance of this blood-red light was actually intended to destroy himself.

It no longer belonged to him.

He no longer belonged to this world either.

He did not know how much of the things and memories he had left in this world remained, but he certainly knew that when one day, the life essence of hundreds of thousands of people truly gathered here, it would definitely not be his descendants who arrived, but others, a different powerful force.

The world at this time was no longer his, Tuolei's, world.

To let this dream, which had continued even after his death, come to an abrupt end?

Of course.

Since that was the case.

Then why not let it all turn to dust?

This was the selfishness of an emperor.

He just wanted, one day, to be able to turn to dust.

A person like him would never care about these people of the Luo Family.

He had never thought about giving them freedom.

Everything.

It ended just like that.

Nothing more.

But the people of the Luo Family were now in agony.

It was nothing more than the self-consolation of that hero of the Grassland who had never set foot in Longyan for even half a step back then.

This moment of self-consolation lasted for hundreds of years.

It was over.

The so-called blood sacrifice was nothing but a farce.

Liu Zheng did not speak.

The others did not speak either.

It was time for it to end.

Representing the former glory of Tuolei Emperor.

He was too deep into his role.

He could not accept the fact that he was not someone close to Tuolei.

They just watched like this, the state of the Luo Family people after losing their faith.

The eunuch who had always stayed by Tuolei Emperor's side finally drew his sword and took his own life.

But Liu Zheng did not know if he was sad or relieved when he died.

Because he had looked at him one last time.

Luo Chengxiang also passed away.

He was the patriarch of this generation of the Luo Family, and he felt that his mission in this life had come to an end.

Perhaps he was begging Liu Zheng to take his clansmen out to see the sunlight outside again. He was grateful, grateful that Liu Zheng had punctured the beautiful dream of resurrecting the emperor.

Of course, he was also feeling regret.

In those eyes, there were too many things that could not be clearly explained.

He was begging.

They had managed to do it after all, accompanying Tuolei Emperor until the very last moment.

Actually, at this moment, Liu Zheng was still a little envious of these people. Because from the moment they were born, they were destined to shoulder some kind of sacred mission, something sacred. They enjoyed all of this tirelessly; they must have never been unhappy.

But more than that, he was feeling satisfied.

Their family had not failed the imperial grace.

They were living so vividly.

And what about himself?

From beginning to end, they had been fulfilling their mission.

Holding fast to their own beliefs.

What about the mission of his own transmigration?

For the sake of his family?

He suddenly felt a bit lost.

Where, then, did his own mission lie?

This was a bit too lofty, even though he had always been doing exactly that.

Then what should he live for?

Family would eventually pass away.

For the sake of Longyan?

Remember the name Tuolei.

However.

He looked at the ground, at Tuolei, who had turned into a pile of corpse powder.

This master of the Grassland had spent his whole life yearning for Huaxia civilization, and even after death, he still wanted to continue his dream in this way. He wanted to be resurrected, and he wanted others to remember him.

Liu Zheng suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile.

He seemed to understand his mission in an instant.

Who would remember?

And who is not merely a speck of dust in history?

He wanted to do more.

He wanted to change more people and more places.

That is, to strive so that he himself would not become that speck of dust.

He wanted to leave behind more stories.

Just as the blood-red light slowly faded away.

People's gazes were drawn over once again.

He wanted to add his own bricks and tiles to the incomparably brilliant Huaxia civilization.

This should be his own mission and faith.

Because when the blood-red light vanished, the most eye-catching thing in the entire Taihe Hall appeared.

The Imperial Jade Seal.

It was right behind where Tuolei had just been.