Patrol Captain

Based on what Helian Shan and the White-Robed King said, the stories that happened in this burial ground can be slowly pieced together.

Before the Great Qian Dynasty was established, the previous dynasty had fallen apart, war raged, and the world was plunged into strife. The destiny of the world was being reshaped, attracting the covetousness of celestial beings and alien races, who descended to the mortal realm to compete for the destiny. Heroes vied for control of the Central Plains. In this process, the first emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, with the ambition of a great ruler, gradually gained power. Later, he joined forces with the celestial beings who had descended to the mortal realm before the death of these immortal monarchs, suppressed and drove out the alien races, quelled the situation, unified the world, and established his imperial dynasty.

However, these celestial beings who had contributed to supporting the dragon died one by one in battle, and in the end, their remains were sealed away, never to be reincarnated.

As time went on, nourished by the immense Yin energy of this ancient battlefield, these corpses gradually developed sentience, awakened to their past destinies, and then slowly cultivated themselves within the ancient battlefield, their flesh and blood regenerating, becoming terrifying beings like immortal kings!
They are no longer the celestial beings they once were!
With the world in their hearts, they resisted foreign invaders.

They are now merely immortal kings cultivated from bones. They have awakened the wisdom of their past lives, and their hearts are filled with anger, evil, and murderous intent.

I feel betrayed and it's not worth it.

Imagine you're an angel investor who worked tirelessly to propel your penniless startup partner to success, only to be betrayed and thrown into a dark and hopeless prison when the company is about to go public. Wouldn't you feel resentment?
Of course I hate it!
These immortal monarchs roared in anger above the giant city, their demonic energy surging, seemingly out of control, as they fought a great battle with Helian Shan, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The entire city trembled violently from the aftershocks. The surging energy above the oasis seemed to dispel the darkness of this burial ground, and the undead creatures in the city scattered with screams like a tidal wave.

On the battlefield, the great battle raged on.

Within the bowl-sized hole in the white-robed king's chest, his heart pounded like a drum, each beat spewing forth streams of crimson essence that formed a blood-red mist around him. The crimson demonic blade in his hand radiated intense killing intent, its blade swirling with countless phantom souls that emitted piercing shrieks. With a roar, the crimson demonic blade unleashed a crimson beam of light, a thousand feet long, slashing towards Helian Shan. Wherever it passed, a black rift was torn open in space, and the aftershocks affected the massive underground city, causing buildings to rumble and crumble into dust.

On the other side, the Arhat Anilou, dressed in a blood-red robe, had a blood-red Arhat phantom as tall as a mountain appear behind him. His eyes were like blood wheels, and his hands shook the sky. A huge blood-red swastika mark condensed in the air, carrying a world-destroying power, and pressed down on Helian Mountain.

The last immortal king, with his towering stature, had eerie green flames flickering in his eye sockets. The dark red lines at the corners of his mouth grew increasingly vivid, as if flesh and blood were about to be torn apart. His black hair stood on end, and at the tips, countless phantom images of evil spirits emerged, emitting mournful howls as they rushed towards Helian Mountain.

Faced with the combined attack of the three immortal monarchs, the Grand Preceptor Helian Shan's expression turned solemn. His turbid eyes became incredibly sharp, and his straw-like hair shone with divine light, as if woven from a halo.

A bronze cauldron above its head slowly rotates, expanding in the wind to the size of a mountain, with mountains, rivers, and all things, birds, beasts, and fish on it. As it rotates, a wisp of blue energy descends from the cauldron, emanating an ancient and powerful aura, as if all things under heaven have been fused into the cauldron.

A thick azure aura surged forth from the cauldron, meeting the white-robed monarch's crimson blade light head-on.

"Boom!" The two collided with a deafening roar, causing the entire giant city to shake. The blade's edge clashed with the thick, mountain-like azure energy, annihilating each other.

At the same time, the bronze cauldron shone brightly, and the birds, beasts, mountains, and swamps on its body shimmered with dazzling blue light, rising from the cauldron and then twisting and transforming into mysterious blue runes. These blue runes possessed great power, causing the void to tremble. Then, amidst the intense blue light, they transformed into blue divine chains, heading towards the swastika mark on the Blood Arhat and the myriad ghosts formed by the wildly dancing black hair.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

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A terrifying roar filled the sky above the giant city.

A clash between a contemporary martial saint and an immortal monarch of this caliber is already the pinnacle of this world. The collision of the laws of heaven and earth they each wield results in astonishing destructive power.

A colossal city, except for the oasis below brimming with vital energy and radiating divine light, is being destroyed and torn apart by the aftershocks.

Below, the giant spear hummed, and the primordial golden light supported a golden shield protecting more than a thousand iron cavalry. At the forefront, Chen Yuan's eyes burned as he watched the battle in the sky, his golden and black pupils flashing intensely.

"Young Chen, now's the time! Why aren't you running away?" Old Man Dong, standing behind him, looked pale as he watched the terrifying battle above and urged Chen Yuan to leave.

This usually unreliable leader of the Dragon-Raising Clan, who had followed Chen Yuan on his journey, showed this expression for the first time. He was filled with fear, feeling as if he were a small boat in a stormy sea, and that even a small ripple from the battle in the sky could capsize him and kill him.

This feeling is very bad.

I want to get rid of this!
"Wait, the situation is still unclear." Chen Yuan said in a deep voice, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he ultimately did not move.

"Oh dear, my ancestors! Didn't you see those demons are clearly no pushovers? That Imperial Martial Saint was immediately surrounded and attacked. Once they've dealt with that Martial Saint, it'll be your turn!" Old Man Dong was extremely anxious. He was about to say that the Undying Kings were demons when he realized something, paused abruptly, and then spoke quickly in a low voice. The others behind him also had anxious and shifty expressions. Under this overwhelming pressure, everyone was uncomfortable and uneasy, waiting for Chen Yuan to give orders.

Chen Yuan was also quickly considering the situation. He had so many lives on his shoulders, and those immortal kings were clearly hostile to the court. There were too many variables involved.

But when Old Man Dong and the others came out, they didn't understand what he had experienced before, nor did they know what kind of place this was. However, they knew that this place was strange and that it was basically impossible to get out.

Even if he escapes, this is the territory of those immortal kings, and they will find him soon.

The only thing he was certain of was that he had refined the General Mountain coffin, and the white-robed king clearly had some purpose in doing so, so he didn't touch him and even offered him great benefits.

If the other party wanted to make a move, they would have done so already. Why waste so much breath on him?

"Wait a little longer!" Chen Yuan said in a deep voice, spitting out these words through gritted teeth.

He watched the battle in the sky, a cold glint in his eyes. He realized that he was still too weak and had no say. This feeling of losing control made his desire to break through to a higher realm even stronger.

Amidst this anxious waiting, an unexpected change occurred on the aerial battlefield.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty, Helian Shan, was besieged by three immortal monarchs. The bronze cauldron was showing signs of weakening power and exhaustion.

Because there is no vital energy here, one's strength is limited.

Just then, a hurried voice rang out.

"Lord Chen, please lend me a hand. You have many spiritual roots and good fortune. If you help me replenish my energy, we can leave this place safely. Otherwise, if we are both gone, we will be in danger. You are also a member of the court, and they will not let you go."

Perhaps he was getting impatient, because this Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty said a lot.

As the sound echoed down, Chen Yuan's eyebrows twitched.

This old guy wants to drag him down with him. He knows that he has a lot of luck and spiritual roots. During this time, who knows how much he has been spying on him while hiding among the soldiers.

This isn't anything good either.

His face turned cold and expressionless.

This old guy thought that even if he escaped from the combined attack of several immortal kings, he could get out of this godforsaken place.

Therefore, I chose not to move.

Seeing that he didn't react, Helian Shan's face darkened. Before he could speak again, the three Undying Kings suddenly exerted their power. He had no choice but to raise his voice and roar. The bronze cauldron suddenly trembled, and a powerful suction force shot out from its mouth, pulling towards the oasis below, trying to forcibly absorb the essence of heaven and earth within to replenish itself. Within the oasis, the dense essence felt the pull, and the essence, like a dragon, transformed into a pillar of light shooting upwards.

Just then, the white-robed king let out a cold snort, and several of the oasis's spiritual roots suddenly shone brightly. Then, with a buzzing sound, they drew back the pillar of spiritual energy that had risen from the sky.

As a result, the bronze cauldron paused briefly, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the three kings roared in unison, breaking through the cauldron's defenses in just a few rounds.

Finally, a deafening roar erupted.

A figure was blasted down.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty was defeated.

Around the same time, in the pitch-black sky above this battlefield, from the black mountain, figures defied the odds, braving the monstrous tide of skeletons to plunge into the abyss. (End of Chapter)