Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

one year later.

In front of a quiet village, wisps of smoke rise slowly, like a white ribbon floating in the air.

In the village, people are busy with their own lives, and the atmosphere is peaceful and tranquil.

Suddenly, a figure wearing a straw hat appeared on the village path, his steps light and steady.

The figure stopped an old man carrying a heavy shoulder pole and politely asked, "Uncle, could you tell me how to get to the Qilian Mountains?"

The old man stopped, put down his carrying pole, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and the weight of the carrying pole caused his shoulders to bend slightly, and the entire carrying pole was deformed due to the weight.

His skin was dark, clearly the result of long hours of working in the sun.

The old man curiously sized up the unfamiliar young man before him. He saw that the young man was tall and slender, and his face was mostly covered by a straw hat, so his features were not clearly visible. However, judging from his voice and demeanor, he seemed to be a polite person.

"Young man, where are you from?" the old man asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

“I come from Chang’an,” the young man replied calmly.

"Chang'an?" the old man repeated, seemingly familiar with the place name.

He glanced at the young man a few more times, then said, "The Qilian Mountains are in that direction, but that's a border region where the Xiongnu often roam. What are you going there alone for?"

The young man smiled slightly and replied, "It's nothing, I just wanted to go and take a look."

The old man frowned and advised, "That place isn't very safe. Hun spies often roam around there. If you go alone, you might get killed by them."

The young man smiled but didn't say anything, seemingly not taking the old man's words to heart.

Seeing the young man's insistence, the old man sighed helplessly and finally told him the location of the Qilian Mountains: "In that direction, if you walk twenty li, you will see the mountain range."

After thanking the old man, the young man lowered his straw hat to cover his face, then turned and walked towards the Qilian Mountains.

His steps remained light, as if he were full of confidence in the road ahead.

The old man stared strangely at the young man's departing figure, shook his head, and was about to go home when he suddenly froze.

"That's strange, why doesn't the carrying pole feel heavy anymore?"

He examined it carefully and found that the items were still there, and he even found a gold brick. The old man knelt down in the direction the young man had left.

"A god, truly a god!"

at the same time,

Several miles away, Lin Qiye stood on a desolate hillside, a gentle breeze caressing his body and fluttering his black robe.

He slowly extended his palm, and in his palm lay many gold bricks and gold ingots, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

Lin Qiye gazed at the gold bricks and ingots, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said softly:

"I never expected that the Marquis of Changping's mansion would hide such a gold mine. Such a huge amount of wealth is probably much more than the entire Wentian Group."

He couldn't help but exclaim, "This is outrageous! He's making money wherever he goes!"

Lin Qiye casually put the gold bricks and gold ingots into his pocket, then raised his head and looked into the distance.

A gentle breeze lifted the straw hat on his head, revealing his youthful yet mature face.

Compared to a year ago, he has changed a great deal.

His once smooth chin is now covered with a thick beard, making him look more like a middle-aged man who has experienced many hardships.

He originally came here hoping to meet Garan.

However, after a long search, he was still unable to find her.

A hint of worry and disappointment flickered across Lin Qiye's brow.

Nevertheless, his gaze remained deep and sharp, as if it could pierce through the cold Qilian Mountains and see into the distance.

The passage of time has etched a resolute and weathered look onto his face, but it has also made his heart more composed and calm.

Spring has already quietly arrived, but the cold of the Qilian Mountains does not seem to have lessened with the changing seasons.

The cold wind was still biting, making Lin Qiye's black robe flutter loudly.

Although he was very rich, he drank mountain spring water when he was thirsty and ate wild game when he was hungry, using only his physical body, just like a savage.

Finally, before sunset, he reached the top of one of the mountains.

Under the setting sun, two figures, one in green and one in black, sat on the boulder, a slight smile playing on their lips.

"You actually came too."

"Dad?" When Lin Qiye saw that familiar face, his body stiffened abruptly, as if time had stopped at that moment.

However, his initial shock was fleeting, quickly followed by a delighted smile, and he exclaimed in a slightly trembling voice:

Did you know I would come here?

Gongyang Wan smiled slightly, a sly glint in her eyes, and said softly, "It's not just you who has intelligence; I do too."

The intelligence Yan Zhong sent a few days ago said you were traveling east from Langjuxu Mountain, so your destination must be here.

Gongyang Wan's gaze slowly swept over Lin Qiye, finally settling on Zhao Wentian, a faint smile playing on her lips. "My Lord Marquis, look, the child is here. Don't you want to say a few words?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wentian slowly stood up from his seat.

His movements were unhurried, yet they conveyed a sense of composure and authority.

His gaze fell on Lin Qiye, as if he were examining a precious treasure. He looked him up and down before slowly saying, "How come you've aged so much in just one year?"

Lin Qiye's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a faint smile. He seemed unconcerned about Zhao Wentian's words and simply replied:

"After a year of living outdoors and experiencing many things, one naturally appears older."

His gaze passed over Zhao Wentian and looked towards the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance, as if he could see even further through the layers of mist.

After a moment of silence, Lin Qiye slowly said, "This year, I have walked among the people and witnessed much suffering and misfortune."

These experiences have given me many insights and a deeper understanding of the world.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "A few days ago, I climbed Langjuxu Mountain, where the Marquis of Champion held his sacrificial ceremony to Heaven."

Standing atop the mountain, overlooking the mountains and land below, I suddenly had a strong feeling, as if something was calling to me.

But when I calmed down and listened carefully, I discovered that the power of that call came from the Qilian Mountains.

"So... I'm guessing you're planning to put the Champion Marquis's heart here, right?"

Zhao Wentian nodded. "No wonder..."

Lin Qiye is the creator of dreams. In his dreams, he uses dreams as the foundation and transforms the power of heaven and earth and the power of humankind into the pulse.

It's not surprising that he was moved by such a big change.