Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1138 will take you to the Zhang family.

It wasn't a blinding white light.

It was a deep, silvery-gray light, like the luster of moonlight reflecting off cast iron.

The light emanated from the center of the token, spreading out along the fine lines, one by one.

First, there's the character "镇" (zhen, meaning town) on the front, then the character "岳" (yue, meaning mountain) on the back, followed by layers upon layers of mountain range patterns.

When those patterns lit up, the battle patterns on the rock walls on both sides of the canyon also lit up.

They didn't light up at the same time.

One after another, starting from near the token, they spread to both sides, like rows of candles being lit in the darkness.

Those battle patterns carved into the rock face, untouched for millions of years, seemed to be awakened by something, opening their eyes from their slumber.

First, there were the lines closest to Zhang Yuan, then the ones further away, and then the entire rock face.

The dense battle patterns stretched from the end of the canyon all the way to the entrance, layer upon layer, like an inverted river that had finally begun to flow again.

Tuoba Shan felt the rock wall behind him tremble.

He looked back and froze.

The battle markings etched into the rock face are glowing.

Those patterns he couldn't understand now seemed to come alive, flowing across the rock face and emitting a low hum.

“Senior…” He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan stood there.

Holding the token, head bowed, he resembled a stone statue.

The token in his hand emitted a silvery-gray light.

The light illuminated his face, casting a long, long shadow onto the rock wall behind him.

He didn't look at the glowing battle runes, nor at the stunned monsters.

He just kept his head down, looking at the token in his hand, at the lit-up patterns, as if he were talking to someone.

In a low voice.

“Millions of years ago, you stood here and guarded the last line of defense for Tianyuan City.”

"For millions of years, your bones have been buried beneath this wasteland, unknown and uncommemorated. But today, I, Zhang Yuan, have come."

The token's light grew brighter and brighter.

The battle patterns carved into the rock face seemed to sense his voice, and the buzzing sound became even louder.

The rock walls on both sides of the canyon were shaking, and loose rocks were falling from above.

The magical beasts began to feel uneasy.

The iron-skinned rhinoceros stopped its charge and began pawing the ground, the white breath it exhaled from its nostrils growing increasingly heavy.

The gray-maned wolf tucked its tail between its legs, lay on the ground, and let out a low whimper, as if it were mourning.

Yan Qing leaned against the rock wall, feeling the rocks behind him getting hot.

He glanced back at the stone carving of the snow-capped mountain peak.

Every line on the mountain pattern is glowing.

Those fine lines, like veins, flowed with a silvery-gray light within the rock, pulsating slowly and rhythmically.

That's not a pattern.

That's a seal.

That huge pattern of frost-covered mountain peaks is a seal.

Zhang Yuan raised his head, his voice not loud.

But each word, like a nail, was driven into this underground space.

"Your achievements have not been forgotten. Your names have not been erased. Your existence is more than just a legend."

He raised the token, and a silver-gray light, like a pillar of light piercing through heaven and earth, shot straight up from the token, struck the dome, and spread in all directions along the battle patterns.

"Today, I, Zhang Yuan, am borrowing your belongings not to disturb your peaceful rest."

His voice became low.

"It's to take you home."

The moment the last word landed, the pattern of the snow-covered mountain peaks split open from the middle.

There was no explosion.

There was no collapse.

At the very center of the pattern, at the highest point of the mountain, a crack appeared silently, as if a door had been pushed open from the inside.

The cracks widened to both sides, and the shattered rocks did not fall but remained suspended in mid-air. The broken stones, suspended in the air, gleamed with a silvery-gray light, as if frozen in time.

Then, a foot stepped out from the crack.

That was a suit of armor.

It's not wreckage.

It wasn't a rusty fragment.

It was a complete suit of armor, entirely black, without a trace of rust or a single crack.

The armor was covered with battle runes, which extended from the breastplate to the shoulder armor, arm armor, and leg armor.

Every line was glowing, and the silvery-gray light flowed slowly along the lines, like blood flowing in a vein.

There was a single character engraved in the center of the chest of the armor.

岳。

He held a shield in his left hand.

The shield was black, its surface also covered with battle patterns, and its edge was as sharp as a knife.

He held a long sword in his right hand; the blade was as black as ink and had no reflection whatsoever.

The blade was engraved with a row of fine, serrated battle patterns, which trembled slightly, as if they were alive.

His helmet covered his face, obscuring his features.

All that could be seen were two clusters of silver-gray light burning in the eye sockets.

The two beams of light were devoid of any emotion, coldly surveying the demonic beasts ahead as if they were mere specks of dust.

Then he took the second step.

The moment the second step was taken, an invisible pressure spread outwards.

The oppressive force was like a solid wall, crashing into the magical beasts and sending the front-row demonic wolves flying several meters away, crashing into the rock wall behind them with a cracking sound.

The iron-skinned rhinoceros was pushed backward for several feet, its four hooves carving four deep furrows in the ground before it finally came to a stop.

The monsters behind were so oppressed by this aura that they couldn't lift their heads.

Some of the wolves lay flat on the ground, their four legs spread apart, their bodies pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to move at all.

The ironbacked lizards broke off from the rock face, fell to the ground, and retracted their bony plates into their bodies, turning into balls that dared not move.

A second suit of armor stepped out from the crack.

It was exactly the same style as the first one, exactly the same pitch black, and had the same flowing battle patterns.

After he stepped out, he stood firmly beside the first suit of armor, silently facing the monster in front of him.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

One after another, black armors emerged from the crack.

Their steps were synchronized, each step perfectly in sync with the rhythm.

There were no unnecessary movements, no one looked back, and no one spoke.

They simply emerged from the crack, stood at the forefront, and formed ranks.

Ten objects.

Fifty pieces.

One hundred.

Five hundred tools.

The armor continued to gush from the cracks, seemingly endlessly.

The entire canyon was filled with those black armors, stretching from the base of the rock walls all the way to the entrance.

The quantity is not in the thousands.

It's 100,000.

One hundred thousand complete, jet-black suits of armor, etched with battle patterns, stood silently in the canyon.

They stood in front of the remaining soldiers, shielding them behind them.

They surrounded the monsters, leaving them no way to escape.

The longswords and shields in their hands gleamed with a dull luster in the darkness. (End of Chapter)