The immortal is beside me

Chapter 126 Fire Saint
It was eight o'clock in the evening, the time when the weather forecast had just finished.

The couple at home were clearing the dishes and discussing next month's utility bills and mortgage. In the room across the wall, a middle school student was looking at his homework book under the desk lamp with a frown on his face, quietly drawing little people on the draft paper.

Outside the residential buildings, buses were carrying crowds of people to various places. Workers who had just finished their night shifts were holding the handrails, staring at the moon hanging high outside the window, daydreaming and emptying their minds.

For billions of people in the country, this is just an ordinary night. Family goes to family, work goes to work, and it is no different from thousands of other nights in the past.

At the same time, in the headquarters of the Beijing Environmental Sanitation Bureau, the tactical command hall was bustling with people, and the entire headquarters was working at full capacity.

"The spiritual power reaction from the northeast has been confirmed. The incoming forces are confirmed to be from the Changshengtian faction. The personnel ahead have entered combat mode."

"The enemy's route is being calculated and the data has been uploaded."

"Coordinates (5890, 415), long-range fire support is in place."

A red dot of light was clearly marked on the screen, and the green dot of light representing one's own forces rushed towards it. As the two sides collided, the spiritual power measurement value on the screen soared like crazy, and in a moment it exceeded the reference limit.

Thousands of kilometers away, at the locations marked by those spots of light, patches of fire and spiritual light were flashing in turn.

Dozens of white smoke streaks across the sky, and tactical missiles equipped with soul-breaking warheads pierced the night sky like sharp swords, landing on the flat ground. The violent explosion raised a cloud of gunpowder into the sky.

However, the sonic boom only lasted for a few seconds before being completely drowned out by another noise.

A tremor that made the heaven and earth tremble came from the smoke, as if countless wild beasts were roaring at the same time. Amid the roars, all the smoke dissipated and continuous human figures emerged from it.

There were about tens of thousands of those shadows, all wearing the same animal bone masks. Each of them was surrounded by a dazzling aura, and all the auras gathered into a storm that rushed into the sky, completely blowing away the impact of the missiles.

This scene was captured by the satellite and transmitted in real time to the screen in the rear command hall, which seemed to raise the temperature in the room by several degrees.

“These are the people of heaven.”

The person in charge sitting in the main seat frowned, looked away from the screen, and glanced out the window seemingly unintentionally.

The moonlight is dim tonight, and two stars can be vaguely seen close together under the moon, pulling out a long halo of light.

In Yi Shu, this celestial phenomenon is called the conjunction of earth and wood, which indicates the coming of great changes in heaven and earth.

In Chinese history, the last recorded conjunction of Earth and Wood occurred in 1226 AD. In that year, a powerful man named Genghis Khan set out on his conquest, and the banner of Mongolia swept across the entire Eurasian continent, and all the rivers and mountains belonged to the people of heaven.

At this time, the battlefield was already filled with various spiritual lights. Tens of thousands of sects and official monks took to the air under the cover of firepower. Countless spells and spiritual weapons fell from the sky like raindrops, colliding with the enemies in front of them, bursting out with dazzling light like stars.

Until a certain moment, all movement was suppressed by the same light.

The blazing light ignited the sky, like the sun breaking through the clouds, illuminating the night sky as bright as day and bringing the same warmth as day.

Under the illumination of the light, the entire scene seemed to pause for a moment, and everyone in the sky and on the ground raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the source of the light.

In the center of everyone's gaze, a massive red-gold fireball slowly descended from the sky. The flames left a black trail wherever they passed, as if the sky itself had been burned through.

That is the ultimate murderous aura, a collection of thousands of magic techniques, called - Infinite True Fire.

Fierce flames descended from the sky like a cascading wave, engulfing most of the battlefield. As the flames flickered, the enemy's countless cries of terror lingered for a brief moment before, along with the voices, they were reduced to ash. This was the might of a supreme power. The battle here had raged for hours, yet within minutes of the flames appearing, it was over.

The people on the Chinese side also fell silent. Everyone was staring at the figure carrying flames, watching the shadow slowly fall. When it touched the ground, none of the children of heaven who had been so aggressive just now were left, and only piles of ashes were left on the ground.

The flames beside him dimmed, and the figure of the person in the flames became apparent.

He was a young man wearing a red Taoist robe. He looked to be in his twenties, with long hair tied into a bun on top of his head, but he looked somewhat chivalrous.

"Fire Saint." The people inside and outside the screen lowered their voices and said his name at the same time.

As if he had heard their calls, the man known as the "Fire Saint" turned around, his face calm and composed, revealing an indifference that kept people at a distance.

"I will take on this enemy this time." He stood on the land that he had turned into ashes and announced to everyone indifferently.

At the same moment, on a mountain thousands of miles away.

A figure was sitting on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed, bathed in the halo of the conjunction of Earth and Jupiter above his head.

He was wearing a brocade robe made of velvet and gold thread. In the Mongol Empire a thousand years ago, this kind of clothing represented the supreme person chosen by God, and only the man called Genghis Khan could wear it.

And now that he is wearing this brocade robe, it means that he inherits the same authority as Genghis Khan did in the past and is the agent of the supreme heaven.

Beside him, dozens of Khans surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon, chanting strange prayers.

At the foot of the mountain where they were, tens of thousands of grassland monks had gathered. Both in strength and numbers, they were several times stronger than what the people in China faced thousands of miles away. The invisible murderous aura was like a dormant beast that would start hunting at the mere command.

Compared to the impatient vanguards, their hunting was less urgent. The most powerful hunters often chose to act last. Among the many tribes, they, the heirs of the Mongol Empire, were the most powerful.

The two stars of Jupiter and Saturn in the sky suddenly twinkled, and the figure on the high seat slightly opened his calm eyes.

It seemed as if the heaven and earth were moved. At this moment, all the pious chanting stopped, and all the believers raised their heads at the same time, with countless eyes focused on that person.

"I felt the breath of fire, it was his fire"

The khans behind them stopped chanting and looked at the figure before them in surprise. Something profound seemed to flow on that face bathed in starlight.

"Supreme Suled, who is the 'he' you are talking about?"

A Khan in the rear asked, but received no response.

The man in brocade clothes stood up from the high seat, his eyes gazing through the sky, reflecting the faint firelight on the horizon.

"His fire appeared. It was he who came."

"God bless you, eight hundred years have passed, and I finally get another chance to face him."

(End of this chapter)