Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 554 Breaking the Defense

How could Wu Yang accept the shattering of his ideals? He shook his head vigorously and said, "Impossible! You must have deliberately lied to me! You wanted to break my defenses!"

"Only the Treasure Mirror of Light can send us back, but the Treasure Mirror of Light has already become the foundation of Taicheng." Ren Yuan sneered, "If your divine kingdom had succeeded, how could we have gotten close to Taicheng? Let alone activated the great formation to teleport ourselves back!"

"Impossible, I don't believe it!" Wu Yang continued to shake his head.

"Then see for yourself." Ren Yuan reached out and grabbed a handful of colored sand from the deerskin bag in the fifth dimension.

This move startled Fifth Dimension. His deerskin bag was a Qiankun bag, and Ren Yuan had so casually grabbed its contents. This was a level of skill he simply couldn't comprehend...

"Immerse yourself in the experience!" Ren Yuan said, then threw out some colored sand, and a high-definition image of Jiankang City appeared before everyone's eyes.

"This is Jiankang City twenty years from now. Open your dog eyes and see what has happened!" Ren Yuan sneered.

He was recreating the scene he witnessed when he returned to Jiankang City twenty years later...

Wu Yang and his companions saw that on Zhuque Street, many marauding soldiers were indiscriminately slaughtering innocent people, while the surrounding civilians seemed oblivious, continuing with their daily lives. Even when splattered with blood, they continued doing what they were doing…

Not only on Zhuque Street, but throughout the entire capital, crimes such as murder, robbery of shops, and rape of women were taking place in the streets, making it a living hell.

Yet, despite all this, Jiankang City remained orderly, which was the most outrageous aspect.

Looking at the behavior of the people of Jiankang, it was beyond mere apathy; they were practically walking corpses. Wu Yang's face was extremely grim as he gritted his teeth and said, "It's fake! You must have forged it! There should be a limit to how submissive they are!"

"Isn't this all thanks to the great dream god?" Ren Yuan sarcastically retorted. "You have turned the people into people who have neither desires nor hobbies. They neither seek to live nor fear to die; they neither cherish themselves nor care about others, and as a result, they have become this wretched state."

"Indeed, twenty years later, people have lost all joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, all emotions and desires. They are indifferent to everything, uninterested in anything, and there are no newborns at all." Chen Qingzhi continued, "The destruction of the entire Great Liang Dynasty is now a foregone conclusion!"

"Impossible! You can't fool me!" Wu Yang almost screamed. "People in the Huaxu Realm should be invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire. How could they be slaughtered like pigs and dogs?"

"Because you've met your nemesis, the Northern Dynasty's Heavenly Slaughter Army, which is resistant to spirit transformation!" Ren Yuan continued to attack Wu Yang, whose defenses were severely compromised.

"Nonsense, Erzhu Rong is already dead!" Wu Yang roared, his face contorted in pain.

“He has successors, and more than one!” Ren Yuan added fuel to the fire.

"No, impossible!" Wu Yang roared, his hands covering his head, his eyes bloodshot. "Even if the common people have truly encountered their nemesis, I will still intervene!"

"You?" Ren Yuan sneered, "After witnessing the failure of the Divine Kingdom, you long ago gave up on yourself and retreated into your dreams. You even cut off the passage, fearing that your nemesis would find you!"

"Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!" Wu Yang's face turned red and his neck thickened; he simply started to deny it. He simply wouldn't admit it; where was the slightest bit of divine dignity in his eyes?

"What they say is true, I can testify to it." Xiao Yan, who had remained silent until now, said in a deep voice, "Sending them back is a bet between me and Wu Gu. If the Divine Kingdom succeeds, I will truly convert to Buddhism. If the Divine Kingdom fails, He will help me send them back..."

"Is that really so?!" Wu Yang's eyes surged with a bloodthirsty red, and he stared at Wu Gu with a predatory look.

The witch gently ran her fingertips through her dark hair, then sighed, head bowed, "Their return means that I failed and left this world. Otherwise, they would never have come back..."

"Pfft..." A sweet, metallic taste suddenly welled up in Wu Yang's throat, and golden divine blood splattered down his chin onto the bluestone slab, blooming into golden lotuses. "Sister." Wu Gu quickly helped him up.

"Absurd! You must have conspired to deceive me!" Wu Yang suddenly flicked his sleeve, sending Wu Gu flying. His handsome face was contorted with rage, and his shrill cry shattered bricks and tiles into dust: "My ideal kingdom cannot fail. Even if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed by traitors like you!"

"Actually, there's another way to salvage this situation—kill you all!" Wu Yang smiled hysterically and suddenly unleashed a powerful palm strike!
In an instant, auspicious clouds surged, and a ten-zhang-long gilded Buddha hand pierced through the dome and pressed down.

This furious palm strike contained twelve parts of Wu Yang's divine power in his human form. The blazing golden light flowing across the surface of the divine palm resembled a sun about to erupt, containing enough power to destroy everything, determined to crush everyone before it into dust!

Ren Yuan extended only one finger and touched the colossal, sky-covering hand. The instant his fingertip touched the golden hand, the world lost its color, and even the flow of time slowed down.

A tiny black spark burst forth from Ren Yuan's fingertip. Though small, the spark was like a seed falling into a barren grassland, instantly igniting the entire palm!

The seemingly indestructible divine palm was instantly enveloped in black flames, and then charred and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With Wu Yang's miserable screams, the giant hand that had just been capable of destroying the heavens and the earth turned to ashes and vanished into the world in the blink of an eye...

The flames of destruction, however, refused to let Wu Yang go, and rapidly spread up his arm to his torso...

Seeing this, Wu Yang was horrified and immediately cut off his left arm, crying out in grief and indignation, "Just you wait!"

Without waiting for a response, he teleported away. The Fifth Dimension quickly followed.

"He has returned to Purple Gold Mountain." The witch, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, returned to the group. "We must stop him quickly, otherwise, once he escapes back to Dreamland, he will most likely destroy the passage and sever all ties with the human world forever."

As expected of Wu Yang's good sister, she accurately predicted His reaction.

"Let's go." Ren Yuan nodded, and a bridge of light formed beneath his feet, leading directly to the Purple Gold Mountain shrouded in Buddhist light. The Jinling Grand Array covered the entire city, making it difficult even for ancient gods to use teleportation techniques; only the array's master, Wu Yang, possessed such a privilege.

Just as everyone was leaping onto the bridge, billowing dust rose in the distance, and a large contingent of soldiers in white robes surged in like a tide.

The leading generals were Ma Fonian and Hu Longya. The former clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Qingzhi and shouted, "Commander Chen! We are late in coming to your rescue!"

Hu Longya rode up to Ren Yuan, scratching his head sheepishly, and said, "Ah Yuan, let me explain."

Ren Yuan raised his hand, a smile playing on his lips: "No need for further words, in this battle, we will fight side by side!"

"Haha, that's right, the White Robe Army will stand together through thick and thin, never abandoning each other!" Hu Longya's face immediately lit up with a smile, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Commander Chen, give the order!" the soldiers shouted.

Chen Qingzhi's gaze swept over the white-robed soldiers, he nodded emphatically, drew his long sword and pointed it straight at Zhongshan, and shouted: "Soldiers, annihilate this army at breakfast, and avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Yes, sir!" The white-robed soldiers responded in unison, and their rolling iron cavalry stepped onto the light bridge, following Ren Yuan and Chen Qingzhi as they charged toward Zijin Mountain.

(End of this chapter)