Patrol Captain

Under the intense gaze of the crowd, the golden-clad warrior, wearing a helmet, with a tough expression and upright features, actually managed a slight smile.

"We've been discovered after all!"

The next second, a breeze blew by, the golden armor twisted, the person's figure changed drastically, and a firecracker sound was emitted.

Soon, a tall figure appeared.

His hair was like withered grass, loosely tied with a red rope. Wrinkles carved deep grooves into his face, deep enough to trap falling snow. His eyes were half-closed, the whites of his eyes cloudy like old tea. His fingers were stiff and calloused, like an old farmer who had held a hoe all his life. But his back was straight and tall, and he wore a black robe.

His appearance was old and unremarkable, yet he caused a stir among the surrounding soldiers, their hooves clattering, and long swords flashing coldly as they pointed at him.

Where is Jiang Wen?

"Who are you?"

There were shouts of alarm; some pulled on their reins, brandished their swords, and created distance, the blades pointed directly at the person who had suddenly appeared. Their expressions were wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the instant the knife was pointed at the other party, everyone felt a sense of dread, as if they were pointing a knife at a colossal creature. The tips of the knives in their hands trembled and pressed down uncontrollably.

Why be so tense?

"There was never a person named Jiang Wen."

"It's just that I've left some marks in your memories."

The old man who suddenly appeared showed no panic in the face of the armored soldiers pointing their swords at him. Instead, his wrinkles spread across his face as he chuckled and spoke casually.

Then, his cloudy eyes moved upwards.
"Envoy Chen Xun, you have led your troops very well; I have seen it all."

Above, the moment the old man's gaze fell upon him, Chen Yuan's third eye between his brows suddenly opened, his tone turned serious, and his eye flashed with gold.

"Who is your Excellency?"

He observed with his divine eye that the old man seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier, which he could not see through at all, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Moreover, this person's few words revealed immense supernatural power, as he was able to manipulate the memories of those around him out of thin air, allowing people who did not exist to be implanted in the memories of those around him.

The fact that the enemy had silently infiltrated his troops without him noticing sent a chill down his spine, and his expression turned hostile.

"I am Helian Shan. His Majesty sent me with the Imperial Inspector to take a look. I fear he has encountered a thorny issue and is isolated and helpless."

"Unexpectedly, the Imperial Envoy, with his lofty ambition, seized the opportunity of the chaos to conquer the demon race in the Ten Thousand Mountains. His courage and dedication are as clear as the sun and moon; he deserves our praise."

Helian Shan smiled and praised, seemingly unconcerned about the chill Chen Yuan exuded. With a smile in his eyes, he effortlessly eased the tense atmosphere.

From what Chen Yuan heard, this old fellow was sent by the Martial Emperor, a martial saint of the present age.

There are very few people in the world who can cultivate to this level; they can be described as unfathomable.

As for what the other party said, he didn't believe a single word of it. When he was being chased and intercepted by the Ten Fierce Clan's old monsters and when he was fighting fiercely with the Undying Monarch, the other party didn't show up at all until now when the Undying Monarch noticed and forced him to show up.

Chen Yuan sneered inwardly, thinking, "This old fox."

He waved his hand, grunted, and gestured for Old Man Dong and his men to move away and come to his side.

His men immediately understood and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, this has gotten so big!" Old Dong shot over, his small eyes darting around as he surveyed the situation. His hair was already standing on end, but now, looking at the three malevolent and ferocious Undying Kings, and then at the suddenly appearing Martial Saint Old Monster, his hair stood on end, he muttered to himself, and his heart pounded wildly. Just seeing these three standing there made them feel like they had thorns in their backs.

In particular, the terrifying aura of several immortal kings merged together, making those who had just emerged and were unaware of the situation feel their hearts leap into their throats.

People like Yang Shan and Yi Cangtian also had tense expressions, and their breathing became much heavier.

No one can remain calm in the face of these terrifyingly powerful individuals.

Meanwhile, on the field, with three forces at stake, the white-robed monarch's dark pupils stared intently at Chen Yuan and Helian Shan, like two black holes, eerily dark.
Are you two putting on a show here?

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Helian Shan, his tone turning sinister and hoarse, as if the evil spirit within him was awakening.

"The Imperial Martial Saint looks like he's lived for many years, but I've never seen him before. He must be the young man from behind. How dare he come here?"

As he spoke, demonic energy surged from his body, his white robes were quickly stained black, and a wild and domineering aura burst forth, his black hair flying wildly.

Helian Shan suddenly dismounted and strode forward. The void around him rippled, blocking the surging demonic energy three zhang away. He seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll. With each step he took, a halo of light spread out, colliding with the demonic energy and producing a crashing, booming sound.

A terrifying aura shot out wildly, the lake below surged violently, and the vital energy roared. Chen Yuan held up his spear to block the powerful turbulence, his eyes fixed on the two orbs of energy, one golden and one black.

Yet, in sight of the kings, Helian Shan showed no fear, his murky gaze meeting the eyes of the assembled rulers directly.

"Why make such a fuss? I presume you are the former Luo Tianjun!" His gaze first fell upon the white-robed king.

"According to the records, this gentleman should be the original form of the Arhat Aniruddha." As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the immortal king dressed in a blood-red robe.

"As for this one, it's been too long ago, and the old lady is also quite old, so she doesn't remember clearly. The deeds of all of you back then should be engraved on a monument for generations to admire, but..."

He was referring to the immortal king who had just found him, and shook his head.

This Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty seemed to know many of the secrets of the past, as he recited the names of several people.

Upon hearing the ancient name, the white-robed monarch seemed to lose control of his demonic energy, revealing a gruesome bloody hole in his chest. His eyes suddenly flashed with a sinister light, and his voice boomed like thunder, causing the surging lake water below to explode, abruptly interrupting the event.
"Don't bring up that past again!"

"When the previous dynasty collapsed, the people suffered terribly, the destiny was reshaped, and the world was transformed. Celestials descended to the mortal realm. We listened to the instigation of your former emperor, assisted his ambitious ambitions, and helped him ascend to power to resist the alien celestials. And what was the result?"

"Boom!" The void roared with the king's furious roar, and his vital energy shot out wildly.

The white-robed king, his entire white robes now black, his demonic form grotesque, exuded a menacing aura, and with each word he uttered, he recounted the events of the past.
“We died in battle, and our bodies were left unburied. Countless dead people were buried in this burial ground, and we were sealed in this dark and sunless place.”

"No reincarnation for eternity!"

"You deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal king went completely berserk, drew his blood-red demonic blade, and slashed straight at Helian Shan, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The battle broke out instantly.

Helian Shan's seemingly composed face finally changed slightly. He raised a large bronze cauldron with both hands and engaged in battle with the immortal king.

As soon as this happened, the remaining two immortal kings roared wildly and joined the battle, fighting their way up to the sky above the great city.

From inside came Helian Shan's shout.
"The imperial court had no other choice back then. Who would have thought that you all would be able to be resurrected? The passage to the lower realm must be sealed, otherwise, endless troubles will follow."

Below, Chen Yuan watched as the entire void trembled, and as he listened to these stories from over a thousand years ago, buried in the dust of time, his eyes flashed with a sharp light. (End of Chapter)