booktalesy Chapter 1149 Fusion State Activated!
Chapter 1149 Fusion State Activated!
Zhang Yuan couldn't figure it out.
His knowledge is insufficient, his cultivation is insufficient, he is still far, far away from that level.
But he knew one thing.
The golden light that Emperor Jun left him on the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower was far more than just a legacy.
He held the token, gazing at the dark purple clouds churning in the night sky to the north.
Millions of years.
Since the fall of Xuntian Continent, the human race has struggled on this shattered land for millions of years.
In the illusion of the Demon Suppression Tower, he saw the flames of war in Tianyuan City, saw Xuanjue directing dozens of reinforcements from the city walls, and saw the celestial cultivators perish one after another in the demonic tide.
At that time, he always thought that Tianyuan City's failure was due to insufficient strength.
But now he's starting to have doubts.
Perhaps the failure of Tianyuan City was planned from the very beginning.
Those who died in battle, those forgotten souls, those armors buried underground for millions of years.
Are they victims, or... pawns?
He lowered his head and looked at the Zhenyue Token in his hand.
The flowing patterns on the token slowly brightened and then dimmed in the moonlight.
It was as if the souls sleeping deep within the token were breathing.
He suddenly remembered the mural.
The soldiers standing in front of the stone gate had broken weapons and shattered armor.
They stood until the very end.
They waited until the very end.
He was the one they were waiting for.
He spoke softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it.
"No matter what kind of scheme the Celestial Venerable has set up."
"I am coming."
"Your wait will not be in vain."
Qin Yue walked a few steps toward the camp, then looked back at him.
His voice was soft: "Mr. Zhang, whatever you saw, whatever you know, don't bear it all alone."
"All the humans in this world are descendants of those who survived that catastrophe."
“When it’s our turn to block, we will not back down.”
The old man turned and left.
The moonlight lengthened his shadow, casting a silvery sheen on his heavy border army armor.
Zhang Yuan stood on the earthen slope for a long time.
He did not go back immediately.
He stood there, gazing at the dark purple clouds that slowly drifted across the night sky to the north.
His cultivation level is strong enough in this world.
Even if we return to the primordial world, we can face the top experts there.
However, this power was insufficient when placed on the battlefield of Tianyuan City a million years ago, facing an existence at the level of the Heavenly Demon Supreme.
He needs greater power.
It's not a breakthrough in realm; breaking through to the late stage of Venerable in the short term is unrealistic.
He wanted to completely digest the legacy left behind by Emperor Jun Tianzun.
It contains the Celestial Venerable's complete understanding of laws, origins, and the Way of Heaven.
He has already digested a portion of it on the eighth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.
But the rest will take time.
What he lacks most right now is time.
He glanced down at the Zhenyue Token in his hand.
The gray dots on the token floated quietly, no longer churning or colliding.
But he could sense their presence.
It was heavy and warm, pulsating in his palm.
Qin Yue is right.
He's not carrying this burden alone.
Behind them lies the will of 100,000 heroic souls, and the flame that will never be extinguished for millions of years.
He put the token in his pocket and walked down the earthen slope.
His steps were steady, neither too fast nor too slow.
Whether it's 300,000 years or 1 million years.
The road he has traveled is even longer than this.
On the morning of the sixth day, the leaders of all the forces gathered in the large tent in the center of the camp.
Yan He spoke first, suggesting that the remnants of Liuyun Village and Jifeng Camp be evacuated to Shilei Fort first.
The walls of Shilei Fortress are thick enough, and the defensive formation can still hold.
The scattered small villages were simply not defensible.
Once the real demonic tide erupts, those villages won't even last half a day.
Meng Yuan stepped forward and stated: "The gates of Shilei Fortress can be opened to everyone."
An hour later, the camp began to bustle with activity.
The wounded soldiers were carried onto stretchers, and the women and children were helped onto carriages.
Food and weapons were loaded onto trucks, and tents were dismantled and rolled up.
Everyone was heading north, towards Shilei Fort.
It's not a retreat, it's a relocation.
Yan Qing walked at the back of the group, side by side with Yan Laoshuan.
He glanced back at the campsite.
The campfire had been extinguished, and the tents had all been taken down.
All that remained were the empty wooden fences and the deep and shallow footprints on the ground.
Several carrion birds had already begun to circle in the distance.
In a few days, the wind and sand will erase all the remaining traces.
This wasteland will return to its former state.
No one will remember that there was once a camp here, where nearly 20,000 people fought, bled, and died.
Yan Qing turned her head back and didn't look back.
The main force marched for about two hours.
A scout on horseback reported: "Ten miles ahead, a large horde of magical beasts is moving southeast!"
The line came to a stop.
Qin Yue rode to the front and raised his command flag: "Everyone, form ranks! The elderly, weak, women, and children in the middle!"
A grayish-yellow cloud of dust rose from the southeastern horizon.
It was overwhelming, stretching from east to west without end.
Beneath the smoke and dust, countless monsters were running.
The heavy footsteps of the iron-skinned rhinoceros shook the earth.
The gray-maned wolves leaped and darted through the smoke and dust, forming a dense, black mass.
The ironback lizard slithered swiftly along the side, its purple tongue flicking in and out of the air.
Qin Yue stood at the front of the formation and slowly drew the long sword from his waist.
The tip of the knife pointed at the patch of grayish-yellow smoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly: "The border troops of Qingtian Pass have killed more magical beasts in the past ten years than you have ever seen in your entire lives. Form ranks."
Fifty thousand border troops moved at the same time.
The front-line heavy infantrymen planted their shields into the ground, braced them with their shoulders, and thrust their spears diagonally out from the gaps in the shields.
The archers in the middle row drew their bows to the limit, the arrows pointing towards the surging plumes of dust.
The crossbowmen in the back row knelt on the ground, and the battle patterns on the heavy crossbows lit up.
Zhao Tiefeng's 30,000 cavalrymen were dispersed to both flanks.
The spear tip was leveled, and the warhorse snorted restlessly, its front hooves digging deep furrows in the ground.
The patch of grayish-yellow smoke was getting closer and closer.
The ground tremors grew stronger and stronger, and even the shields were buzzing.
Then Zhang Yuan suddenly raised his hand.
He did not draw his sword.
He simply raised his hand, facing the approaching torrent of monsters.
The chaotic furnace within his body began to roar and operate.
The seed of Dao suddenly burst forth with a dazzling gray-white light.
The power of the half-step Hunyuan surged out of the dantian like a flood bursting its banks, flowing along the meridians into the right arm.
That power condensed in his palm into an invisible shockwave.
It carries the order and laws of the Great Qin Star Gang, the devouring power of the primordial chaos, a wisp of the original aura of Emperor Jun's Heavenly Dao inheritance, and the murderous will of the millions of heroic spirits within the Zhenyue Token.
They passed the shield wall in front, the iron cavalry on both flanks, and the swirling gray-yellow dust.
They crashed directly into the monster horde.
Fusion mode activated! (End of Chapter)