The immortal is beside me

Chapter 93: One hand turns the tide, the other hand supports the sky

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, how much time does the Tang Dynasty have left?"

In the Jiuli meeting hall, elders wearing Taoist robes of the Immortal Alliance sat on both sides, all with stern expressions.

Except for those who were injured and recuperating, all the remaining personnel above the Nascent Soul stage in the Immortal Alliance have now gathered in this hall.

During the heyday of the Immortal Alliance, the hall would be completely occupied by those above the Nascent Soul stage, leaving even those who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage with no room. But now, even after everyone was summoned, most of the seats were still empty.

These people are now the last leaders of Jiuli, and only they know to what extent the true situation of Jiuli and Datang has deteriorated.

The Immortal Alliance, which had lost most of its powerful men, was on the verge of death, and the Tang Dynasty connected to it was also sliding towards destruction.

"According to the current situation, the Tang Dynasty's national fortune is fading day by day. It will begin to collapse within thirty years, and it will only be sixty years away from complete dissolution."

Yuan Tiangang whispered in front of everyone. Today, he was no longer as calm and composed as before, and his face was full of seriousness.

Since joining the Immortal Alliance, his predictions have never been wrong, but at the moment, no one, including himself, is willing to accept this fact.

"How can we save the country's destiny?" Zhou Wuqing, who was sitting on the side, asked. As soon as he said this, he attracted everyone's attention.

Among all the people present, he is the only one in the God Transformation Realm, and he is also the only one in the remnants of the Immortal Alliance who has not suffered serious damage and whose combat power is still intact.

In this case, his attitude can tip the scales of the entire situation.

"A nation's destiny is formed by the energy of heaven and earth. If this energy is broken, it can only be delayed, not saved."

Yuan Tiangang shook his head. "As for the way to delay it, the only way is to do what we did in the past. Protect the Central Plains, repair the four spiritual veins, and eliminate the evil spirits in all directions, so that the foreign enemies can no longer cause damage. That's all."

Everyone fell silent.

In the past, the Immortal Alliance was able to protect the Central Plains for three hundred years because tens of thousands of cultivators under the alliance worked together to control the four borders of the Central Plains and monitor the movements of all parties at all times, thus holding the vast Central Plains in their hands.

But now Jiuli has lost most of its manpower in the Sakya Rebellion, and some of the remaining remnants have already announced their withdrawal from the alliance. It can be said that the name of the Immortal Alliance is already dead in name only, and the number of people that can actually be mobilized is less than one-tenth of the past.

Moreover, with the Immortal Alliance now in decline, countless forces are eyeing the Jiuli's accumulated strength, always trying to take advantage of the opportunity to swallow it up. With internal troubles already so severe, how can we eliminate external threats?
"It doesn't matter."

A voice rang out in the hall, and all eyes were focused on the red-robed Taoist who had spoken.

"I will single-handedly suppress the four borders of the Central Plains."

The voice echoed in the somewhat empty hall, and the eyes from all directions changed slightly. Everyone knew the weight of this sentence.

But how should he do it? Is he going to shoulder all the achievements of the Immortal Alliance?
"Since Your Majesty is fighting for the Central Plains, we are naturally willing to follow you, but..."

An elder at the table spoke hesitantly, "It's just that the four factions are eyeing Jiuli covetously right now. Of the four surviving Divine Transformations of the Immortal Alliance, one is seriously injured, and two have already declared their departure from the Immortal Alliance. Apart from those present here, there are no other powerful individuals in Jiuli."

"We are not afraid of going to war, nor are we afraid of dying on the battlefield. However, if there is no powerful one to provide protection from behind, the descendants of Jiuli will find it difficult to survive. If that happens, the name of Jiuli will probably be completely annihilated."

Zhou Wuqing did not answer, but just turned his eyes slightly, his gaze passing through the window bars beside him and directly reaching outside the hall.

During the hundred years of war, most of the people in the Immortal Alliance who fought alongside him died, but in this huge cave, there are still countless new disciples active.

Most of them are still children, the spark that survived the war and the hope for the future of Jiuli.

Perhaps they are still immature at present, but one day in the future, when all the people in the hall now have passed away, they will be the ones who take over the torch of today's people, inherit their will, and support the Central Plains at that time.

But the Central Plains was currently in turmoil. In the torrential rain that swept across the land, if no one provided protection, this newly born fire might be extinguished at any moment.

When the raging waves have subsided, the spark will stand before the huge waves; when the way of heaven is about to fall, the Central Plains will be under the dangerous wall.

How to achieve it when faced with two evils: the present and the future?
"Then I will turn the tide with one hand and support the world with the other."

Under the gaze of the crowd, he slowly stood up, walked out of the main hall, and came to the treasure pavilion beside the hall. This was located in the center of the entire sect. Due to years of neglect, a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the pavilion.

He stood in front of the dusty attic, raised his hand, and a magic sword appeared in his hand.

This is the sword that has accompanied him for three hundred years. It has been with him in battle since he entered Jiuli, helping him to kill countless enemies and witness countless bloodshed.

A cold light pierced his eyes, and the Jiuli people following behind him immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty, why have you come to this?"

The elder at the front spoke in a daze, "You've done enough over the past hundred years. It's time to rest. If you were willing to protect either the Central Plains or the Jiuli, you'd be a saint. Why take on the entire responsibility alone?"

Why is this so?

This question made Zhou Wuqing pause slightly.

Was it for the so-called common people? He thought he shouldn't be so compassionate.

Was it to justify the three hundred years he had spent in Jiuli? He didn't seem to be the type to dwell on memories.

Or perhaps, is it for the bones buried beneath the loess? For those pairs of eyes filled with hope?
All the questions came together and intertwined into swaying lights before my eyes. The lights flickered and turned into illusory brilliant fireworks. Under the fireworks was the world of cultivation that had been peaceful for a hundred years under the rule of Jiuli. It was a prosperous era without hunger and killing.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, there was a man who tried desperately to return to Luoyang City. Later he realized that the man was not greedy for the city, but just wanted to return to the era in his memory.

And now, he also has a place he wants to go back to.

"I just want to take another look at the prosperous Chang'an."

As the words fell, a cold light flashed, and the sword blade cut through the palm of his hand. Blood condensed with the essence of life flowed out, soaked into the spiritual sword, and was absorbed by it in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, there seemed to be a raging flame. Under the infiltration of blood, the spiritual patterns on the sword lit up, and an unprecedented heat diffused out, covering the entire cave.

The entire sect suddenly became bright. The disciples who were originally staying in various places rushed out of the cave one by one. Looking up, they saw a ball of flying fire suddenly shot up in front of the treasure pavilion, and the light was like a shining star that illuminated everything.

That shining star shone in the eyes of everyone in Jiuli. At the front of the path, a young man in a disciple's robes seemed drawn to it. He cautiously took a step toward the main hall, but was immediately pulled back by the instructor standing behind him.

"Yan Guoyun, don't move rashly." The instructor lowered his voice and said to him, "That's Lord Wuqing casting a spell. You must not approach."

The young man called Yan Guoyun pursed his lips, and finally retracted his steps, looking up at the fire above.

At this moment in the cave, thousands of people were doing the same actions as him.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the figure on the platform used his sword as a writing brush. With a flick of his pen, a spiritual pattern-extending formation was carved into the ground. With a sudden push of his hands, he pressed the spiritual sword downward, piercing the center of the formation.

The faint sound of bricks and stones cracking came from the high platform. The sound was very light, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

With the long sword as the center, the blazing spiritual light surged in all directions, like an eternal bonfire illuminating the darkness, enveloping the entire cave and the entire mountain range.

This bonfire will shine here for a thousand years, keeping all incoming evil spirits out of its light until a new fire is ignited.

"From now on, the Jiuli people will be settled."

On the high platform, the figure in red let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand and looked towards the exit of the cave, as if he wanted to see through the mountains and the entire Central Plains.

"From today onwards, I will go and determine the fate of the world."

P.S. Speed ​​​​of Life and Death, there will be another update later

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