Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

Seeing Li Yuan's resolute attitude, the Skeleton Guide did not try to persuade him further.

"I will not interfere with your choice, I only hope that when the Anshan Mountain God arrives, he will not blame me for not reminding him."

"Also, please ask the mountain god of Anshan to set off as soon as possible. Those souls are being eroded by the yang energy and will soon be scattered."

The skeleton guide sighed, transformed into a wisp of black smoke, and vanished into the ground.

Li Yuan gazed into the distance, his expression somewhat solemn.

Zhang Tiansheng appeared out of nowhere.

"It seems you'll have to make a trip there."

Zhang Tiansheng's voice is gentle and refined.

Li Yuan nodded.

"Although I am just a minor mountain god, I am still a god who receives their incense offerings."

“They believe in me and trust me.”

"This is their last request, and I have to go."

Zhang Tiansheng looked up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

"You can't handle it."

"The passing of living souls is like the remnants of ice under the blazing sun."

"If you use your immortal power to protect yourself and take the punishment in your place, the Heavenly Dao will directly scorch your immortal body."

"If you insist on returning all the way to Ansan, you will perish."

Suddenly, Zhang Tiansheng said softly.

The battlefield was on the border between the Qian Kingdom and the Xu Kingdom. Only the soldiers of An Yue died far from home, unable to see their homeland one last time.

And their fragile souls were unable to cross mountains and rivers to return.

Li Yuan remained silent for a long time:

"Perhaps, this is the meaning of God's existence, isn't it?"

Zhang Tiansheng frowned slightly and said nothing more.

Li Yuan took a deep breath, and without hesitation, took some things from the mountain, then turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the distance.

He was unwilling to delay, as the souls of those who died in battle were suffering and waiting.

Only a faint sentence remained in the air.

"Please tell Emperor An Yue that I want to take the soldiers of An Yue home."

"An Yue, we should welcome the heroes back."

Li Yuan hoped that An Yue could welcome the return of the heroic souls, even if only for a moment.

Zhang Tiansheng shook his head, turned around, and slowly walked down the mountain.

"A fool, a fool indeed..."

The Heavenly Emperor had no intention of helping Li Yuan gain an unfair advantage.

This was Li Yuan's choice.

Since he has made his choice, he must bear all the consequences.

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Li Yuan sped through the sky, leaving trails of blue smoke as he moved at incredible speed, like a flowing rainbow.

In just half a day, Li Yuan arrived at the battlefield on the border of the Qian Kingdom.

At this time, Zhengtai Biao and Li Xiaoan, who had set off earlier, were already in An Yue's camp.

Li Yuan was not interested in the so-called ring battle.

He came here only to bring the heroic souls of his soldiers home.

In any case, no matter how powerful the Xu Kingdom sends out, it would be impossible for them to defeat a top-tier demon.

In particular, this great demon's bloodline is that of a pure ancient ferocious beast—Biao.

Flying over An Yue's camp, Li Yuan arrived at the vast mountain range where corpses lay strewn everywhere.

The hillsides were littered with the corpses of cavalrymen; while on the flat, open plains, the bodies of infantrymen covered the ground.

Under the blazing sun, the mountains were utterly silent.

A thick stench of blood and malevolent energy filled the mountains and lingered for a long time.

This is a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people are buried, filled with murderous intent and malevolent energy. For the next hundred years, there will be no chance of survival.

Li Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain range, bowing towards the mountain.

“Li Yuan, the Mountain God of Anshan, pays respects to the senior of Fuchen Mountain.”

This vast mountain range is so expansive that it is naturally governed by a mountain god.

Since Li Yuan was here on business, he naturally had to pay a visit.

A lean old man with white hair and beard emerged from the mountains.

The Mountain God of Floating Dust was very old, with a kind and compassionate face.

"Did you come for the matter of the living soul?"

Clearly, the skeleton guide from the underworld had already given the order.

"I have come here specifically to guide the souls of the living."

Li Yuan bowed respectfully and took out a glittering golden box from his person.

It contained ten half-ripe medicinal herb seedlings.

The roots of the medicinal herb seedlings are intact, so they can be planted again.

The Mountain God of Floating Dust accepted it without leaving a trace, his face showing a compassionate expression.

“These mortals are pitiful. For the sake of worldly power and national affairs, they lose their lives in the mountains and fields, dying like grass.”

Li Yuansheng said in a deep voice:

"Their deaths were as heavy as mountains, not as insignificant as weeds."

The Mountain God of Floating Dust raised an eyebrow slightly, but said nothing more.

He was just saying it casually.

"Go and soothe the souls of the living. I am used to sleeping long hours, so I won't bother you."

With a flick of his sleeve, the God of Fuchen Mountain granted Li Yuan the right to use all his immortal power within Fuchen Mountain.

Then, he faded into the air, turning into an invisible breeze and merging into the mountains.

Li Yuan bowed silently.

This Floating Dust Mountain God seems to have served for a long time. Back when the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering was held, Li Yuan had seen this Floating Dust Mountain God among the group of people vying to toast the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains.

To be qualified to stand up and offer a toast to the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains, one must at least be a fifth-rank mountain god.

Li Yuan looked at the mangled limbs and broken bodies scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with a hint of pity.

"Where are the soldiers of An Yue?"

Li Yuan whispered softly, his voice flowing through the vast mountains as if possessing boundless magic.

"Mountain...Mountain God?"

A surprised, trembling voice rang out.

Li Yuan looked up.

A semi-illusory figure stood up from the ground, looking at Li Yuan with excitement and shock on his face.

One after another, more illusory figures appeared, densely packed, seemingly endless.

All the souls that lingered here, unwilling to leave, appeared one by one.

The souls of the soldiers of Qian and Xu have already been guided away.

All that remains are the souls of the An Yue soldiers, deeply attached to their beliefs.

The souls of the dead retain the appearance they had in the last moment of their lives.

However, some people were missing arms or limbs, some were covered in bloody holes, and some were left with only a head.

They were covered in blood and filth; yet, they were also incredibly clean.

"Mountain God, what brings you here?"

Numerous souls knelt before Li Yuan, their faces streaming with ethereal, glistening tears.

The souls of the fallen soldiers of An Yue gathered and filled this vast mountain range.

The souls of 140,000 people are gathered here.

These heroic souls yearn to return home, to see their homeland and rivers one last time, and to look upon their relatives and neighbors one last time.

They came to defend their country and its stability, sacrificing their lives and shedding their blood, fighting to the death without ever retreating.

I fear not the green hills that bury my broken bones, but only that the clouds and winds carry my soul home.

Mountains and rivers may change, but that's all that matters after death; I only cherish the memory of my hometown and its waters.

Looking at the young faces of the soldiers and their blood-stained souls, Li Yuan managed a forced smile.

"I'll take you home."

He spoke softly and looked calm.

But there was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in that smile.

The spirits paused, and some of them couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Mountain God, you...you heard our prayers, didn't you...?"

The voices of the dead trembled, and their eyes welled with tears.

Li Yuan shook off the heaviness in his heart, his eyes shining brightly.

He reached out and pointed, causing his immortal power to surge endlessly.

In the mountain battlefield, countless severed limbs flew through the air.

Those broken souls found their original body and merged together.

The souls of the An Yue soldiers began to become whole again, and in the end, they were complete souls.

However, his body was still covered in blood, and his clothes were torn.

"Mountain God, we haven't disgraced An Yue, have we?"

A ghost asked softly.

He was a young soldier, with a somewhat childish face and a thin build.

He died at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

Li Yuan smiled and patted his head:

"You are very brave, you are heroes of Anyue!"

The childlike-looking spirit let out a long breath, as if a simple word of acknowledgment was enough to put their minds at ease.

Looking at the countless souls scattered across the mountains and fields, Li Yuan took a deep breath.

"We should go home."