Longzang

Chapter 1071 The True Spirit Remains Ignorant
Within the Immortal Realm, Cangwu pointed a finger, and Su Wuwang appeared before him.

Cangwu flicked a celestial pill at him, saying, "After taking this pill, you will be able to dissolve your physical body in an hour. After reincarnation, your true spirit will not be obscured, and you will retain the memories of your past life. This pill also contains a trace of the true essence of the Great Dao, which will allow you to reincarnate directly into the body of a child who has not yet cultivated but has sufficient talent, without having to possess an infant. As for his original consciousness, with your abilities, you can completely annihilate even a child of destiny."

Once you are reincarnated, remember to come to the capital to find me immediately. Maintaining a true and undying spirit comes at a price; without proper care, it can easily damage the foundation of your cultivation and diminish your achievements.

"Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Lord!" Su Wuwang accepted the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp.

Cangwu said, "You will be envied by heaven and people for the next hour, so stay by my side. If you go too far away, something unexpected may happen."

Su Wuwang stood beside Cangwu, watching the battle in the lower realm together.

Cangwu suddenly asked, "What do you think of Sun Chaoen?"

Su Wuwang said, "This person is deeply associated with Wei Yuan, but he has real talent and skills. If used well, he is a good weapon; if used poorly, he can easily hurt himself. Whether he is good or bad depends on whether one can control him."

Cangwu pointed downwards and said, "Sun Chaoen and Wei Yuan are actually in cahoots, but I deliberately made him the commander-in-chief. In order not to expose his true stance, he could only do his job conscientiously, haha! Look, didn't he fight this battle much better than Xiao Jingyuan?"

At this moment, dark shadows occasionally drifted and moved around, emitting roars and screams, trying to pounce on Su Wuwang. Su Wuwang felt a deep fear of these shadows, and his whole body gradually stiffened, unable to escape, like a fragile little beast encountering its natural enemy.

Fortunately, the dark figures were all blocked by Cangwu's immortal power and couldn't get close. However, colorful halos rose around Cangwu, as if multiple rainbows were surrounding him, indicating that he was also having a hard time blocking them.

Su Wuwang observed the battle below for a while and suddenly said, "Putting aside weapons and equipment, many of the warriors are of low strength, and they look like they have only been in the Body Forging stage for one or two years. They seem to be locals of the Ji Kingdom?"

Cangwu said, "It's not just a possibility, it is. Of the hundreds of thousands of people below, the majority are locals from Ji Kingdom. Two years ago, they should have been farmers on the verge of starvation."

Su Wuwang sighed, "On one side, they're timid and cowardly, afraid of death, and even the supervisory team can't drive them away. On the other side, they're fearless, fighting ten against one, one after another! It's only been two years, how can there be such a huge difference? And how can there be so many Body Forging experts in this area of ​​Ji Kingdom? It's simply unbelievable!"

Cangwu said, "These people weren't Body Forging before; they only started in the last year or two."

"Since you've embarked on the path of cultivation, why are you still working so hard?" Su Wuwang asked, somewhat puzzled.

Cangwu seemed to sigh softly, and said, "Your cultivation has been smooth sailing, and you come from a prestigious school, so you naturally don't know the feelings of ordinary people. But I never expected that the struggle of countless common people would be so troublesome."

The appointed time had arrived, and Su Wuwang began to radiate light. He bowed to Cangwu and said, "The time has come; I must depart. Thank you for your understanding, Immortal Lord!"

Cangwu nodded and said, "Remember to arrive in the capital as soon as possible."

Su Wuwang's physical body transformed into azure flames, burning away his soul. The last bit of his true spirit flew into the heavens and was reincarnated.

Cangwu continued to observe the battle on the ground, occasionally flicking a soldier bean at a crucial point before recalling the heavily damaged Daoist soldiers. The situation was now at a stalemate, with the Ji Kingdom on the eastern front committing nearly two million troops in a full-scale attack!

Qingming only had 150,000 troops defending the city, and another 50,000 reserves were brought in from the rear. Faced with an attack from an enemy ten times their size, and the elusive and omnipresent Dao soldiers, the Qingming army had no choice but to fight to the death. Even though the battlefield was divided into small, independent positions by the Dao soldiers, each position was fought with utmost ferocity, until the last man was left standing!
Two million troops were unable to capture the long-standing position defended by over 100,000 men.

Meanwhile, on the northern front, Wei Yuan led Qingming's most elite mobile heavy infantry, relentlessly pursuing the mountain people. Wave after wave of attacks surged like a raging tide, relentlessly advancing northward despite the ever-appearing mountain people forces. Cangwu, of course, also kept a close watch on the northern front. If the northern front failed to prevail, and the eastern defenses were breached, millions of Ji Kingdom troops would flood into the Xianghan region, leveling everything. At that point, Wei Yuan's elite Qingming main force would be caught in a pincer movement, attacked from both sides.

If the eastern front is held, it will buy enough time for the northern front, allowing Wei Yuan to calmly annihilate the main force of the Shan Min army. Then, when the main force is transferred back to the eastern front, with the combat power shown at this time, even if only 200,000 remain, it will be enough to crush the main force of the Ji army.

Therefore, the key now is to see how long the eastern front can hold out. Thus, Sun Chaoen's decision to commit all of Ji's troops to the attack is the optimal strategy at this juncture.

Cangwu looked around and suddenly frowned slightly, muttering to himself, "Why are there so many mountain people? Could they have some other scheme? But whatever their scheme, they can't hide it from the Lord, can they?"

The artillery fire on the northern front continued to roar. Only now did Wei Yuan realize that the troop organization still had problems; firepower was severely insufficient, mainly due to a lack of heavy artillery. With only a thousand guns, even suppressing the mountain giants was difficult, and the firepower density along the long battlefront was far from adequate!

Wei Yuan believed that a heavy cannon should be deployed on every ten feet of the battle line; that would be true firepower.

But it was too late for regrets; they could only continue fighting with their current firepower. Fortunately, they still had plenty of shells, and after several hours of continuous bombardment, many mountain people began to doubt Shan Sheng.

At this stage of the war, the battle is testing not only the quantity of steel but also its will. Wei Yuan is very confident in both aspects.

……

In the darkness, a wisp of true spirit drifted along, seemingly drawn by the current of water, moving ever forward.

A point of light appeared ahead, and upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a portal. The spirit was drawn to the portal and drifted towards it involuntarily. It suddenly hesitated, trying to move away from the portal, but the portal's pulling force far exceeded its struggles, and it was slowly drawn into it.

Passing through the portal of light, the wisp of true spirit naturally began to absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth, slowly taking on a human form. It looked around somewhat bewilderedly, a look of confusion suddenly appearing on its face: Where is this?
As time passed, his form gradually became clearer, and a weathered face began to emerge. He slowly regained consciousness: I have a name, I am Su... Wuwang... but where am I?

He looked around and saw many souls drifting aimlessly. Some souls were slowly taking shape.

This is where?

Su Wuwang had already remembered his past life. While marveling at the miraculous effects of the elixir, he was no longer puzzled. This place didn't resemble an infant's sea of ​​consciousness, nor did it resemble the soul of some exceptionally talented youth. And how could there be so many souls here?
As it pondered, an invisible force propelled it, and along with numerous souls, it drifted into a grand hall. In the center of the hall stood a shrine and a table, behind which a figure was constantly recording something in a book. Numerous souls lined up and passed before him, each passing soul being noted down in the book.

After being registered, many souls vanished into thin air, seemingly reincarnated. A few others were sent out of the main hall.

Soon it was Su Wuwang's turn. Only when it floated before the table did he see the shadow's appearance clearly. The figure had a face that resembled a woman's, but its body was a blurry mess, indistinct. It gave Su Wuwang a strange sense of familiarity.

The figure was startled when it saw Su Wuwang, then took a closer look. Its gaze seemed to penetrate Su Wuwang's soul, as if it had seen through all his secrets inside and out.

The figure exclaimed in surprise, "Another one with undimmed spirituality and awakened past lives, this is rather troublesome. Hmm, he does have a name, Su Wuwang? Where have I heard of him before?"

However, there were many souls waiting in line at this time, so the figure did not hesitate and wrote something down in the book. As soon as a line of words was written, an invisible force pulled Su Wuwang out of the main hall and floated towards a pool of dark water.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Su Wuwang's mind: that figure just now was the Heavenly Demon!
(End of this chapter)