After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"means?"

A hint of confusion appeared in Meng Po's eyes. "Does living require any tricks?"

This time, it was Zhou Yi and Hu Die's turn to be confused.

Meng Po's cultivation level was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.

The maximum lifespan of terrestrial immortals is only three thousand years.

This is a restriction imposed by the rules of Heaven.

When the three-thousand-year limit is reached, even terrestrial immortals will die just like ordinary people.

Moreover, the underworld was destroyed.

In this world, reincarnation is impossible.

To break through the three-thousand-year lifespan limit, special methods must be employed.

For example, the old man from Huangshi hibernated in a secret place.

For example, Emperor Ying separated his physical body from his soul, storing his soul in the most yin place.

Furthermore, Emperor Ying smelted all the weapons in the world to form a golden shell, sealing the generals inside and using the killing power of the weapons to isolate them from the Heavenly Dao.

……

Regardless of the method, the goal is to evade the Heavenly Law's calculation of human lifespan.

The Way of Heaven is omnipresent and all-knowing.

To deceive Him, one would naturally need extraordinary means.

Therefore, Meng Po was very strange.

It seems that she has survived for tens of thousands of years without any means required.

How can this be?

"Meng Po, what dynasty were you born in? What kind of people have you met?" Hu Die asked.

She thought of another possibility.

Could it be that this person merely resembles Meng Po?

Or perhaps we should imitate Meng Po's actions?

"What dynasty were you born in?"

Meng Po scratched her head, as if trying hard to remember.

She took the bowl, then handed Zhou Yi another bowl of soup, saying:

"I can't remember when I was born."

"The old woman rarely goes out, and only hears guests talking about the Great Feng Emperor Ying."

"And there's Jiang Taigong, Emperor Shun, Xuanyuan... and so on."

"..." Zhou Yi and Hu Die were even more speechless.

Emperor Shun, and even the Yellow Emperor...

Their era was tens of thousands of years ago.

It is likely that this has been going on for hundreds of thousands of years.

Even the legendary celestial beings are nothing more than this.

Meng Po's eyes were dazed, and she was extremely friendly to Hu Die.

The two judged that what she said was not just empty words.

just.

Under the majestic Heavenly Dao, how could there be anyone who does not abide by the rules of Heaven?

There's a big secret about Meng Po.

Unfortunately, there were too many things she couldn't remember at all.

Zhou Yi's gaze fell on the yellow soup in the large bowl.

After only a day or two in the underworld, the yellow soup seemed to have absorbed the black yin energy, and its color actually deepened considerably.

The previous orange-yellow color has now turned yellowish-brown.

"Meng Po, why do you sell soup?" Zhou Yi asked.

The soup in the bowl also seemed eerie.

Meng Po frowned deeply, her face full of wrinkles twisted into a pretzel.

After thinking for a long time, she seemed to suddenly realize something, her brows unfurrowing as she said:

"Many years ago, someone asked me to do this job."

"Who is it?" Zhou Yi and Hu Die asked at the same time.

"Humans?" Meng Po shook her head. "Let Heaven hear it."

Heaven hears?

Zhou Yi and Hu Die were stunned again.

They had just heard Ying Huang mention this word.

"Did a voice come from the sky telling you to sell soup?" Hu Die asked.

"Yes," Meng Po replied.

At the same time, he handed Hu Die a bowl of soup.

Zhou Yi guessed:

"The recipe for this soup was also taught to you by 'Tian Ting'."

"wrong!"

Meng Po grinned, her dry lips parted, and said with a wicked smile, "The soup in the jar is inexhaustible."

"Did 'Tian Ting' also give you this jar and bowl?" Hu Die asked.

"Yes, that's right." Meng Po nodded.

No wonder he's a big shot in the underworld.

The old lady's bowl and jar are incredible treasures.

Who exactly is Tian Ting?

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, or perhaps even earlier, they instructed Meng Po to sell soup.

Thousands of years ago, he also guided Emperor Ying to refine the heavens and earth and ascend to immortality.

What exactly is the other side planning?

Hu Die pulled Meng Po aside and talked for a long time.

However, no further useful information was obtained.

During the conversation.

Spirits often wander over there, and upon seeing the three people at the bridgehead, they turn a corner, cross the riverbed under the bridge, and reach the other side.

At this moment, Meng Po would scoop up a bowl of soup and pour it into the riverbed, saying bitterly:

"If you don't drink the soup, you'll drown!"

……

Say goodbye to Meng Po.

Zhou Yi and Hu Die, their feet treading on scorched earth, made their way to Wangxiangtai.

On the hundred-zhang-high platform

Densely packed, filled with souls craning their necks to gaze into the distance.

Overwhelmed by homesickness, many souls wept without tears, while others wailed and wailed...

I can only look out for my family, but we cannot be together.

Their family members, including their parents, wife, and children, are all things they can't bear to part with.

Hu Die is inherently kind-hearted and soft-hearted.

Hearing the words of longing for family reminded her of her deceased parents and family members.

Before I knew it, a tear fell.

Zhou Yi wiped away his tears and said gently:

"Though the sky is high and the road is long, I will accompany you for a lifetime."

She burst into laughter through her tears, composed herself, and raised her hand to cast a spell.

The Looking-Home Terrace trembled slightly, and countless souls drifted out from it.

There are several thousand of them.

They were all soldiers who died fighting on the battlefield today.

There were soldiers from the Great Qian Dynasty, and there were also soldiers from the rebel army.

They glanced curiously at the underworld, feeling somewhat lost.

Some of the spirits who had arrived earlier had already discovered the details of the underworld and were recounting them to the soldiers.

The thousands of soldiers were filled with grief, yet also with relief.

Tragically, he was already dead and could no longer reunite with his family.

Fortunately, the soul can survive here, which is tantamount to a second life.

They learned that it was Hu Die and Zhou Yi who brought them a second life.

Thousands of soldiers knelt down in gratitude for the two men's great kindness and virtue.

The spirits on the Terrace of Longing for Home stopped crying and knelt down in worship.

For allowing the soul to continue to exist, this grace and virtue deserves a bow.

The kneeling ceremony has ended.

From the Wangxiangtai Terrace, a tall and robust spirit floated out.

It is Wang Jian.

Knowing he was no match for Zhou Yi, and unwilling to be swallowed by the chaotic void.

He ultimately chose to commit suicide, returning his spiritual energy to the world.

Unexpectedly, this action allowed his soul to survive.

Wang Jian glanced at Zhou Yi, his expression complex.

He did not hate Zhou Yi for killing him.

As he killed one enemy general after another, he was already mentally prepared to be killed by an enemy general himself.

in contrast.

He was grateful that his opponent allowed his thoughts and memories to continue.

however.

Make him kneel and worship like everyone else.

That's absolutely impossible.

Wang Jian bowed slightly to the two men, then turned around and headed up the steps towards the top of Wangxiangtai.

A renowned general, his back slightly hunched.

It tells the story of a hero's twilight years and his loneliness.

……

Black robe, white skirt, flowing garments.

Zhou Yi and Hu Die returned to the imperial city.

Outside the moat.

Iron Army, Flying Army, Jiangdong Army, raise your arms and shout, celebrating the great victory in the first battle.

The civil and military officials all offered their congratulations to Wei Qing, Huo Wubing, and the Overlord Emperor.

"The Grand Marshal is mighty! He has slain the number one figure of the Immortal Dao Sect!"

"The Grand Marshal has slain Xiaoyaozi, thus glorifying the might of our Great Qian Emperor!"

"Grand Marshal has achieved a breakthrough in battle, greatly improving his skills. Congratulations!"

"May the Great Qian Dynasty be mighty! May the Grand Marshal be mighty!"

"May the Great Qian Dynasty be mighty! May the Grand Marshal be mighty!"

Wei Qing clasped his hands in thanks, remaining as low-key and composed as ever.

The Wei family's iron army, however, was filled with excitement and their faces beamed with joy.

Although Huo Wubing did not kill the enemy general, his performance was still better than Wei Qing's.

He also received praise from everyone.

The Overlord Emperor, a surrendered general.