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Chapter 52 Go and clear out the empty tents next to the vanguard camp! Let's go into camp first
"roll!"
The word fell.
Thunder rumbled.
The entire city of Xiqi fell into a deathly silence at that terrifying roar.
Tens of thousands of Xiqi soldiers looked up in unison, their eyes filled with horror as they stared at the terrifying Dharma image outside the city, which was hundreds of feet tall and shimmered with endless crimson gold light.
He gazed at the black spear in Faxiang's hand, which was over 120 feet long and powerful enough to pierce through the entire city with a single blow.
Looking further—
Directly below the spear tip, a figure holding aloft a golden pagoda stands in confrontation with Bai Zhangfa.
Li Jing stood still, motionless.
The biting wind blew into his thin robe, making the hem flutter loudly.
The hand holding the golden pagoda aloft was clenched tightly and trembled slightly.
Until his arm remained frozen in mid-air for a very, very long time...
final....
Slowly drooping.
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches...
Until the arm supporting the pagoda hung down at the waist.
The golden suppressing runes that had been shining brightly on the tower gradually dimmed.
It was as if an invisible hand was pressing down on it, extinguishing all the light one by one.
Li Jing lowered his head.
His gaze did not fall upon the crimson-gold Dharma image seen from outside the city.
Instead, she fell into Yang Jian's arms...
It landed on the boy who was covered in wounds and unconscious.
Li Jing's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
then......
He turned around slowly and stiffly.
He had his back to Yang Jian.
He was facing away from Nezha.
The hundred-zhang-tall Dharma body, with its back to the city, pressed down on the entire Xiqi, making it impossible for them to lift their heads.
Facing the lifeless city of Xiqi.
He didn't say a single word.
He didn't leave behind a single harsh word.
They simply walked step by step into the city.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
He stood frozen in place, his back stiff.
No one could see the expression on his face at that moment.
But everyone on the city wall saw it clearly...
His hand, hanging by his side, held the exquisite golden pagoda...
Suddenly, he gripped it very tightly.
His knuckles turned white from gripping so tightly.
The knuckles of his fingers were so tight that they even made a "crackling" sound due to excessive force!
The pagoda trembled slightly.
The golden light that had been extinguished suddenly burst into a bright flash for a moment.
But it was extinguished completely in an instant, returning to deathly silence.
In an instant, a vast expanse of yellow sand swept across the land.
Li Jing...
He never looked back.
His figure disappeared into the yellow sand.
......
On the city wall.
Yang Jian held Nezha firmly in his arms, standing silently in place.
He quietly glanced at Li Jing's stiff departing figure.
He raised his head again, and through the wind and sand, glanced at the hundred-zhang-tall, red-gold Dharma image in the distance, which seemed as unshakable as a deity.
Then...
He lowered his head.
He looked tenderly at Nezha, who was unconscious in his arms, and hugged him even tighter.
The ground beneath my feet trembled violently on the blue bricks.
The blood-stained silver robes fluttered wildly in the gale.
His entire being transformed into a dazzling silver light, soaring resolutely into the air from the oppressive and despairing city walls of Xiqi.
......
On the battlefield between the two armies.
Yang Jian fell like a shooting star.
She stood steadily beside Gu Xuan.
He tilted his head to the side and looked at the hundred-foot-tall, crimson-gold statue beside him.
Yang Jian's throat moved.
Something gently sank deep within my heart.
My eyes welled up with tears again.
Almost at the same time.
The Dharma image, towering a hundred feet high and dyeing half the sky crimson gold, began to shrink rapidly like the receding tide.
A blazing, golden light began from the giant's feet, inch by inch...
It pulls back upwards and inwards.
In just a few breaths.
The once invincible Hundred-Zhang Dharma Image vanished like a dream.
He transformed back into a cool and aloof young man clad in black armor, casually wielding a long spear in one hand.
Gu Xuan stood on the broken ground.
The swirling yellow sand, having lost its magical agitation, gradually settled.
The world returned to silence.
The two stood side by side in the desolate wilderness.
No one spoke first.
The wind and sand howled, swirling past the edges of the armor and robes.
Gu Xuan turned his head to look at the boy in Yang Jian's arms, whose breath was barely a whisper and whose lotus body was on the verge of collapse.
After a moment, he spoke softly.
"He was badly injured."
Yang Jian heard this.
He looked down and took a deep look at Nezha's pale face.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"Um."
Gu Xuan didn't say anything more.
He simply raised his hand and gently patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.
"Let's go."
The two of them...
They all started walking in unison.
They walked shoulder to shoulder toward the Shang army camp.
pace......
Consistent.
......
In front of the Shang army's main camp.
Hundreds of thousands of Shang soldiers, clad in black armor, saw the two figures approaching from afar.
Without anyone giving any orders, they spontaneously and silently parted to the sides like a tide.
In the center, a wide road was cleared that led directly to the deepest part of the camp.
There were no cheers, no whispers.
Absolute silence reigned throughout the entire army formation.
as well as......
Countless pairs of eyes filled with awe and shock.
Someone gripped the long spear tightly in their hand.
Some people subconsciously lowered their breathing.
Some people even lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at the two figures walking side by side.
In a daze, only the soft footsteps of these two figures could be heard in the world.
Mo Liqing stood quietly inside the gate.
He looked at the two figures walking side by side with a complicated expression.
Looking at the Gu Xuan brothers who had just been fighting to the death for the Shang Dynasty.
Then he looked at the silver-robed True Lord beside him, who had just fought to the death with them but was now holding Nezha in his arms.
Mo Liqing remained silent for a moment.
He turned his head and looked at the deputy general standing behind him, holding his breath.
His voice was calm as still water, yet it carried an unyielding military authority.
"go."
"Move the empty tent next to the vanguard camp—"
"Get it ready."
The sound was not loud.
But the Shang soldiers standing around could hear it clearly.
"Yes."
The lieutenant responded quietly.
He glanced intently at the two figures about to enter the camp gate, then quickly turned and ran towards the depths of the camp.
......
Just as the deputy general left...
"boom!"
A stream of dark yellow light, like an inverted Milky Way, suddenly descended from the highest heavens.
As the light faded.
A tall figure in a simple, dark Taoist robe suddenly appeared before Gu Xuan and Yang Jian.
Zhao Gongming wore a faint smile, with the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls quietly floating around him.
He lowered his head first.
His gaze lingered for a moment on Nezha, who was on the verge of death in Yang Jian's arms.
He slowly raised his head again, his gaze lingering for a moment on Yang Jian's cold and wary face.
at last.....
His gaze shifted and landed on Gu Xuan.
Zhao Gongming stared intently at his newly accepted disciple.
Then, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and he let out a light laugh that exuded boundless freedom.
He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked casually toward the depths of the camp.
A sound drifted on the wind.
"Let's go to the camp first."
Gu Xuan stood quietly in place.
He turned his head and glanced at Yang Jian, who was holding Nezha beside him and whose expression was slightly turbulent.
Yang Jian paused slightly.
then......
The two of them started walking at the same time and followed.