Longzang

Chapter 920 Looking Forward

Wei Yuan stumbled, involuntarily plunging dozens of feet forward, crushing and trampling countless fire demons in the process. He scanned behind him with his divine sense, but there were countless fire demons behind him, and he had no idea who had ambushed him.

With the slightest movement, numerous wounds suddenly appeared on Wei Yuan's body. He mustered his strength to seal the wounds again. Even with Wei Yuan's powerful physical body, he had reached his limit; his defenses were beginning to weaken, and the number of wounds on his body was increasing while the healing process was becoming increasingly slow.

A sudden wave of weakness washed over Wei Yuan, almost causing him to faint. He grabbed a Flame Demon, but a sharp pain shot through his arm as the demon bit him.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arm, Wei Yuan pierced a large hole in the Flame Demon with his spear, causing blood to gush out like a fountain! Wei Yuan opened his mouth and inhaled all the blood.

The blood of the Flame Demons was bitter and spicy, like drinking murky soup mixed with sulfur, and it was highly poisonous. Wei Yuan's abdomen twitched; he had already forcibly digested a small amount of the Flame Demon blood, and his spirits lifted. He then spat out a cloud of black mist, and several Flame Demons hit by the mist collapsed on the spot.

This black mist is the digested blood of the Flame Demon, extremely poisonous, equivalent to purified blood poison, which even the Flame Demon itself cannot withstand.

In this way, Wei Yuan relied on the flesh and blood of the Flame Demon to sustain himself, constantly pulling up his almost depleted physical and spiritual strength, and then fighting until he was completely exhausted.

Wei Yuan had no idea how long the battle had lasted; he had even had his left hand severed and eaten, only to have it slowly grow back. The only thing he could clearly remember was that seven Yujing Flame Demons had perished beneath his spear.

As the Flame Demon's poison accumulated and his strength was exhausted, Wei Yuan's vision gradually became blurry. Seeing another burly Flame Demon appear, he instinctively thrust his spear at it.

But somehow the spear ended up in the opponent's hands, and then a familiar voice rang out: "Wake up, the battle is over."

After a few moments, Wei Yuan finally realized that the battle was over?

He took a breath, and a little bit of Dao power rekindled within his withered body. Only then did he see that the person standing before him was a Molten Dragon. Looking around, he saw that the ground was covered with the corpses of Flame Demons. In the distance, a massive number of Flame Demons were retreating towards the Heavenly Pillar like a tidal wave.

"Is that all?" Wei Yuan stared in disbelief at the retreating mass of fire demons.

"It's over." Molten Dragon took off his battle robe and draped it over Wei Yuan, wrapping his magical body in it, and then said, "Let's go back to the city."

Encased in the battle robe, Wei Yuan instantly regained consciousness, feeling his life force and spiritual energy rapidly returning—clearly a celestial artifact. But more importantly, it could isolate him from all realms, making him impervious even to celestial sorcerers. With the battle robe on, no one could see Wei Yuan's true form anymore.

Ronglong pointed in the direction behind Wei Yuan and said, "Everyone is waiting for you."

Wei Yuan looked back and found that the battle of the Sharp Edge had ended. One by one, the Power Witches stood on the city wall, and two Wild Witches stood in the air, all watching this side.

With a flick of his finger, the Molten Dragon conjured a path of light that led from Wei Yuan's feet all the way to the fortress tower of the Sharp Edge Fortress. Wei Yuan glanced at the Molten Dragon, who then slightly turned to the side, gesturing for Wei Yuan to go first.

Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment before taking a step. The distance he traveled shortened automatically as he took his first step, and in just a few steps, he traversed a thousand miles and returned to the top of the Fengmang Fortress.

The surviving power-wielders stood on both sides of the path of light. Some of them wore steel armor and were originally Wei Yuan's subordinates, but now only about a hundred remained.

Upon Wei Yuan's arrival, all the powerful sorcerers placed their hands on their hearts, took a step back, and then knelt down on one knee in unison. The two desolate sorcerers in the air also bowed in respect, and their aura instantly surged forth.

"This, this is..." Wei Yuan suddenly felt a little lost. The shamans just looked at him without saying a word, but the heavy awe in their eyes said it all.

Molten Dragon appeared behind Wei Yuan and said, "Aren't you going to say a few words to everyone?"

Wei Yuan smiled bitterly, not really knowing what to say. After his fierce battle, his true form had probably already been seen by the power sorcerers. What else could be said about someone sneaking into the core fortress of the sorcerer clan?

Molten Dragon simply smiled and didn't press the matter, saying, "This victory was hard-won and unexpected. But the Flame Demon has only suffered a temporary setback and hasn't been fundamentally damaged. Therefore, let's rebuild the fortress first!"

The shamans were immediately invigorated and, dragging their broken and weakened bodies, began to clean up the corpses and collect the remains of the fallen shamans. They got busy and worked with great enthusiasm.

Looking at the busy shamans, Molten Dragon sighed, "You might find it strange that no one seems so sad. That's just how we shamans are. We are born of heaven and earth, and after death, we simply return to heaven and earth. So we are used to looking forward. The dead are gone, and the living must continue to live. The Desolate Realm is too harsh and too monotonous. If your thoughts aren't pure, you can easily go crazy if you stay here for too long."

Ronglong suddenly smiled, patted Wei Yuan on the shoulder, and said, "Shall we rebuild our strength together?"

“Okay!” Wei Yuan said.

Ronglong and Weiyuan landed on the city wall. Ronglong waved his hand, and dozens of fire demon corpses were swept off the wall. Weiyuan pointed his finger, and dozens of Dao soldiers instantly appeared around him. Each Dao soldier pounced on the fire demon corpses on the ground, and the corpses stood up shakily and then jumped off the city wall on their own.

Then the Dao soldiers flew back and plunged into the new fire demon corpses to carry them away again.

Even the Molten Dragon couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "What exquisite sorcery!"

Wei Yuan said, "They're just fancy tricks."

Molten Dragon said, "No, your witchcraft can be used to control the corpse of the Flame Demon, as well as war puppets, mechanisms, and corpse soldiers. If you prepare a batch of precious magic-inducing items, you can summon powerful Dao soldiers. If you have enough spiritual energy, you can use it to control the Dao soldiers. In this way, you don't need to command them yourself; they can fight on their own, and their power will be greatly increased."

This was a direction Wei Yuan had never considered, nor was it mentioned in the original Daoist texts of the Five Elements Dao Soldiers. But the Dragon Fusion's insight was exceptional; since he had said so, there must be something to it. Wei Yuan suddenly remembered that, speaking of spirituality, didn't he possess a great deal of it within his own mortal realm? It was just a pity that his mortal realm was now sealed, so even with inspiration, he couldn't verify it.

Then Wei Yuan and Rong Long acted like two ordinary power sorcerers, moving corpses, clearing ruins, rebuilding altars, and doing the most basic tasks.

During the busy process, Wei Yuan's strength gradually recovered, and a thin layer of flesh grew back on his body. However, the new flesh had a bluish-green tinge, because Wei Yuan had drunk too much Flame Demon blood, and the poison couldn't dissipate, so it all seeped into his new body. Now, Wei Yuan was a veritable poison sorcerer; an ordinary strength sorcerer would die instantly from just a few licks.

A day passed in the blink of an eye, and the interior of the fortress was finally cleared. All the bodies of the fallen shamans that could be found were recovered, and those that could not be found were pieced together as much as possible.

At this moment, Nine Eyes' voice rang out beside Wei Yuan and Ronglong: "Tianwu Huiye heard that there have been changes in the Desolate Realm, so she has specially entered the realm to inspect it. We will be arriving at Fengmang Fortress soon. You should make the necessary preparations."

Kaguya again? She really is a persistent ghost! Wei Yuan took stock of the more than eight hundred strands of power witch luck and two strands of top-tier desolate witch luck in his hands, plus more than ten million strands of human luck and azure energy, pondering how to give her a big one.

At this moment, the Molten Dragon spoke in a calm and gentle tone, saying, "Tell her to get lost."

(End of this chapter)