Start as a Temple Spirit

In this great battle, all parties showed amazing courage and tenacity, and their iron will shone brightly in the flames of war.

They use their blood, sweat and lives to guard the peace of their homeland, like an indestructible fortress, resisting the enemy's attacks.

As time went on, more and more rural and mountain forts joined the chaos.

Finally, even the Hunter Alliance, the Evil Palace, the Night Palace, and the demon clan joined in, turning the thousands of miles of mountains and forests into a huge fighting arena, like a burning battlefield, filled with smoke and flames of war.

This is the general trend and no one can stay out of it.

The mountains and forests after the golden autumn seem to be gently dyed by time, gradually changing from brilliant golden yellow to deep brown.

The fallen leaves are picturesque, they spin lightly in the air like dancers leaving graceful dance steps on their last stage.

The sunlight shines through the sparse branches and onto the ground, forming mottled light and shadows, as if nature's palette was scattered all over the ground.

The mountains have clear outlines and appear even more majestic in the autumn glow, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

On the top of the mountain, the pines and cypresses are still green, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding fallen leaves, as if telling the story of time, appearing even more mysterious in this golden dream.

The stream at the foot of the mountain is gurgling and clear. The stones by the stream are covered with a thin layer of moss, which looks quaint and mysterious, like a winding green silk.

The forest path is covered with fallen leaves, which rustle when stepped on, as if telling the secret of autumn, as if each fallen leaf carries a story.

Walking through it, it feels like being in a golden dream, with every step echoing history and feeling the accumulation of years.

In the distant village, smoke rises up, which contrasts with the white clouds in the sky, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, just like an ink painting.

In the fields, green rice is swaying, as if bidding farewell to the past seasons. Their green color forms a sharp contrast with the golden background, like a touch of vitality on the earth.

In the morning light, the old patriarch walking in the fields looked a little sad, with his brows furrowed like a knot of dough that couldn't be twisted apart.

"We agreed to come out for a walk and relax. Why are you still frowning?" Zhuying, who was accompanying the old patriarch, said somewhat unhappily.

"I, an old man, am really unsure. The war has been going on for more than a month now, and there is no sign of it stopping. If it continues like this, both sides will be destroyed." The old patriarch sighed.

As the fighting continued and casualties continued, the old man became a little anxious and angry.

"I advised you not to send all your men to fight, but you didn't listen. Now the whole army has been tied up, and even the Spirit Guards and Eagle Guards have been trapped."

“The old man didn’t expect that Ghost Wolf Marquis would be so cruel and entangle all parties at all costs.”

"The ghost beasts originally wanted to train their troops. They refused to let us go, so we can withdraw our forces, unite our forces, and besiege them again."

"After all, we still have too few soldiers. If we can get another 10,000... no, we only need 5,000 Spirit Guards to join the battlefield, we can break this deadlock."

"We have to wait for Lord Earth Spirit to come out of retreat. The Purple Spirit and Dark Spirit Commanders are afraid to dispatch Spirit Guards to join the battle."

"It's okay if we don't withdraw them. According to Hanzi, there is a group of Spirit Guards who have just been successfully transformed in the Huawai Dojo. However, with their number and strength, it will be difficult to turn the tide of the battle."

"I asked Xiaocao about this this morning. He said that this group of spirit guards, numbering over 2,000, will go to the battlefield tonight for training. So let the situation remain stalemated. Both sides are training."

"In my opinion, equal training can only be carried out when the strength is equal."

"Are you worried that Ghost Wolf Marquis will break the tacit agreement and attack the army after knowing that Liangshan is in seclusion?"

"The situation is more complicated than you think. No, I have to go find Xiaocao and ask him to invite the Thunder Dragon back to take charge."

"Slower."

"I can't fall."

Zhuying watched her old man leave in a hurry. She felt worried, but she had to follow him.

In fact, the situation in the Forgotten Township is much better than that in other rural fortresses and mountain fortresses.

In the Huawai Taoist temple, Xiao Cao sat cross-legged on the grass in front of the white palace, looking up at the hazy sun rising from the void in the east.

The light it emits is soft and warm, sprinkling everywhere in the Huawai Taoist temple, as if it is the most gentle comfort from nature.

The rising hazy sun is like a shy girl, gently covering the earth with her light golden gauze.

As time went by, the sun rose higher and its light became brighter and brighter.

The golden light flowed like molten gold, filling the entire world.

It shines on the mountains, rivers, plants, insects and fish, as if it is a gift from nature, allowing all life to bathe in warm sunshine.

Suddenly, the hazy sun burst into dazzling light, and the golden light burned like a raging fire, illuminating the entire world.

The light was so strong that it seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and make people feel endless power and warmth.

In the golden flame, a lotus burning with dark purple flame can be vaguely seen.

The lotus swayed in the flames, its petals dancing like flames, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.

The dark purple flame, like the stars in the night sky, flickers with charming light, making people want to get closer.

The burning dark purple lotus seemed like a miracle of nature. It bloomed in the flames, exuding a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The breath permeates the air, making people feel a mysterious and noble power.

The creatures were shocked by the magical sight and they stopped to worship.

Their hearts were filled with awe and affection, the scorching sun was like a father, and the fire lotus was like a mother.

They seemed to be bathed in warm sunshine and surrounded by the fragrance of fire lotus.

That burning dark purple lotus will become the eternal faith in their hearts, like the bright stars in the night sky, illuminating their way forward.

"Master, we finally succeeded." The grass smiled with relief. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, exuding the fragrance of grass and trees.

Xiaocao has been under tremendous pressure these days. He even pretended not to know when the old patriarch was burning incense in the temple.

Because he can't make the decision on many things.

For example, mobilizing troops, calling back the Thunder Dragon, letting the Phantom Thunder Cloud take charge of the battlefield, and letting the Silver Moon Curved Blade suppress the army of ghost beasts.

He has it so hard.

These things were like huge rocks pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.