Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 537-547: Barbarian Ancestral Shrine, Great Divine Land
What should I do if I can't beat them?
This is a problem.

Faced with the overwhelming force of the barbarian army, Lin Beixuan knew that even in his current state, he probably couldn't defeat them.

Even if the Book of Life and Death were invoked, it would be of little use against such a massive number of people.

This is the foundation that mortals use to fight against immortals and gods.

When countless hearts unite, even the most arduous tasks like moving mountains and filling seas, plucking stars and chasing the moon, can be accomplished with such overwhelming human power.

Lin Beixuan wouldn't confront the barbarian army head-on; he wasn't that foolish.

So when he saw the barbarian army in position, he simply retreated.

That's the advantage of him being alone; he doesn't have to follow so many rules between armies.

If you can't win, just don't fight. You can attack or retreat as needed.

Meanwhile, in the distant barbarian army formation, the old shaman watched Lin Beixuan's figure slowly disappear and couldn't help but sigh.

Just as he had predicted.

The enemy was no fool; seeing their barbarian army in full battle array, they would not be so stupid as to charge over.

The most troublesome thing now is what the other party will do next.

Given the strength and difficulty of dealing with the enemy, it would be very troublesome to choose to assassinate their high-ranking generals.

"Are we really going to bring out the ancestral shrine just for one person?"

The old shaman thought to himself, feeling a bit absurd. If he really awakened the ancestral shrine and let it see that he had only dealt with a mere Immortal Realm kid, it might become angry with him.

"Ugh!"

But since things had come to this, he had no other choice.

The current barbarian emperor wants to expand his territory and conquer the Nine Provinces, which is a good thing, but unfortunately it shouldn't be now.

The old shaman saw things clearly and knew that the current developments had completely deviated from his expectations; he could only try his best to make amends.

The first night.

To prevent Lin Beixuan from launching a sneak attack, all the high-ranking generals in the barbarian army gathered together, even going to the toilet in front of everyone.

However, the night was uneventful, and nothing happened.

The second night.

Everyone prepared the ancestral shrine early, believing that Lin Beixuan would surely make a move after remaining silent for a night, but they waited all night and still no one came.

The third night, the fourth night...

"After waiting for so many days, he still hasn't come. I think he must have been frightened and fled after seeing the might of my barbarian army."

"We still need to be careful and vigilant. What if the other side is trying to take advantage of our lapse in attention and launch a surprise attack? We have to be on guard."

"That makes sense, we still need to be careful."

……

However, despite what the barbarian generals said, they had been on edge for so many days, even going without sleep day and night.

At this point, it's difficult to even muster the energy.

In particular, they had to deal with battle reports every day. Since the retreat of their lines, the Northern Expeditionary Army of previous dynasties had easily taken back the territories they had originally conquered, which was a significant blow to the morale of the barbarian army.

At nightfall.

The entire military camp was quiet, with only the guards on patrol making a slight noise.

In the military camp, no one worries about evil spirits.

At this moment, inside a makeshift tent.

The barbarian general, unable to resist his drowsiness, stood up, still somewhat sleepy.

"I'm going to make it easier."

His words did not surprise anyone.

Without shedding one's mortal body, one remains a mortal, needing to eat grains and relieve oneself.

Although some people suggested relieving themselves on the spot, since everyone was in the same space, who would want to smell whose excrement? In the end, they all went outside to relieve themselves.

The barbarian general stepped out of his tent and took a deep breath of the cold air outside.

A group of burly men crammed into a tent was really unbearable.

"Hmph, it's utterly shameful that a force of tens of thousands of soldiers is thrown into such a state of panic by just one person."

He walked to the field near the military camp, unzipped his pants, and released the pent-up urge to urinate.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and the general felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"Phew... That damned guy, if it weren't for him, my barbarian elite troops would probably have already reached Jingzhou by now."

“Once the ancestral shrine is brought out, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he won’t be able to escape.”

Seemingly to vent his anger, he violently shook his genitals before pulling up his pants.

However, just as he turned around, he discovered that someone was standing behind him.

This man was much shorter than the other barbarians; he didn't even reach their chests.

However, the mere presence of the other person exerted an immense sense of pressure on him.

He seemed to have become a prisoner being tortured in the courtroom, awaiting the decision of those in the hall.

"What is the ancestral shrine?" Lin Beixuan stood in the darkness, looking at the tall and burly barbarian general in front of him, and asked calmly.

“Ancestor…ancestral shrine.”

The barbarian general was clearly quite frightened by Lin Beixuan's sudden appearance, and he couldn't help but stutter when he spoke.

However, once he realized what was happening, he immediately wanted to shout.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, a sharp sword flash slashed through his neck, separating his head from his body.

"If you don't want to talk, you don't have to. Why are you shouting?"

The smell of blood wafted out, but Lin Beixuan didn't even glance at the corpse lying on the ground before turning and leaving.

Then snow began to fall, and the snowflakes became more and more dense, quickly burying the bodies on the ground.

Inside the tent, Dokoye opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the old shaman.

"Tugu hasn't returned yet; it seems he's dead."

The old shaman nodded upon hearing this: "He will probably attack two more people tonight before he stops. We can take this opportunity to bring out the ancestral shrine and kill him."

"I hope he doesn't escape," Dokoye said calmly.

"If even the ancestral shrine can't subdue him, then let's head back to the northern frontier," the old shaman sighed.

Upon hearing this, Dokoye merely glanced at the old shaman and said nothing more.

Time passed slowly, and it was already late at night.

Some of the barbarian generals were so tired that they lay down on the ground and fell fast asleep, leaving only a few still awake.

Just then, a gust of wind blew in, lifting the tent flap and bringing in the thick snowflakes from outside.

The old shaman closed his eyes and chanted obscure incantations.

Before him stood an ancient shrine, not large, and the statues did not have a specific human form, but rather seemed to be an abstract work where heaven and earth met.

One person got up from the ground and went forward to close the curtain.

However, just as he stretched out his hand, a black snowflake landed on his palm.

"boom!!"

Before the general could even utter a scream, the snowflake that had landed on his hand exploded, transforming into terrifying flames that instantly engulfed him. Meanwhile, inside the tent, where he had been waiting intently, Dokoye roared, "Now!"

As he finished speaking, the old shaman's incantation reached its crucial moment.

The once quiet shrine was now constantly emitting light, which spread outwards in a circular pattern.

"???"

Lin Beixuan, who was about to leave outside the tent, suddenly stopped and looked in surprise in the direction he had left.

You have entered a special region: the Savage Space.

[Affected by the Great Divine God - Desolate Ancestor Altar, the arena has entered a savage space. All life within the space has fallen into a special state of 'savagery', a special state of 'absolute death', and so on...]

[You are trapped in a desolate space, your divine domain locked by the Desolate Ancestor, and you cannot leave.]

"The Desolate Ancestor?"

Lin Beixuan frowned, his golden and black eyes watching a surge of energy pass by him and gradually fly away into the distance.

As the energy traveled further and further away, he discovered that the entire world seemed to be imprisoned in a giant cage.

"I never expected the barbarian army to have this trick up their sleeve!"

Lin Beixuan decided not to run away anymore. He quietly watched as a pillar of light shot into the sky from the camp he had left earlier. The terrifying power dispersed the dark clouds and rolled outwards like waves.

……

"Great God of DJI!"

In the distance, Huo Jun, who was now in Yaodu, stood on the broken city wall, looking at the horrifying scene in the direction of Tonggu Pass.

"What terrifying power!"

He took a deep breath and immediately sent out spies to investigate what was going on.

Although the barbarians had not invaded any dynasty for decades, the two sides had dealt with each other before, so the dynasties knew about the Great Divine Realm.

In order to suppress the possibility that the enemy might invite the barbarian ancestor during this invasion, Emperor Lixi Yang Guang also handed over the Imperial Seal to Huo Jun to take with him.

Because only the Imperial Seal of the State could suppress the ancestral shrine of the barbarians.

"The barbarian army suddenly used the ancestral shrine tonight. Could it be because of that person?"

Beside Huo Jun, an elderly man in a scholar's robe stroked his beard and slowly walked forward.

"It's very likely him!" Huo Jun said. "What exactly did he do to make the barbarian army use the ancestral shrine?"

"Whatever their motives, what they're doing is a good thing for us," Fang Xiangyi said calmly.

"Now that our dynasty is in decline, the power of the Imperial Seal is far less than before. That person forced the other party to use the ancestral shrine. Regardless of whether he lives or dies in the end, it has bought us a lot of time to prepare."

Huo Jun took a deep breath and said, "I don't know if it's too late to send troops now. The barbarian army is in chaos right now, which is a rare opportunity for a surprise attack."

Fang Xiangyi glanced at Huo Jun and asked in return, "Why would it be too late?"

"Yaoguan is quite far from Tongguguan. Even if we assemble our troops now and rush there immediately, it will probably take several hours. By then, the battle will probably be over, and our army will only be walking into the tiger's den."

"Hehe... It's a small matter. General Huo, just focus on assembling the troops and leave the rest to me."

Huo Jun turned his head and saw Fang Xiangyi walking on air, taking down a thick brush from his waist and drawing continuously in the sky.

As he wrote with divine inspiration, the originally dark world suddenly brightened, and a huge magic circle descended from the sky amidst a series of inscriptions.

Fang Xiangyi shouted, "General Huo, hurry up and dispatch the troops. I will lead you there from here."

Huo Jun glanced at Fang Xiangyi with some shock, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and quickly disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, at the junction of the northern frontier and the territories of various dynasties, there is a continuous mountain range.

Unlike the vast mountains of Miao territory, the mountains of northern Xinjiang are expansive and vast, giving people a sense of ancient holiness, wildness, and mystery.

At the foot of one of the giant mountains, there is a stone pile built by the herdsmen.

Compared to the mountains behind it, the pile of stones looks like a small mountain reflected in the water.

Beneath the pile of stones, a dusty gray monkey suddenly moved.

The monkey statue had been buried under a pile of stones for an unknown period of time, and had been eroded by rain and wind, so that its specific appearance was no longer visible, but one could still see a glimmer of light in its eyes.

Suddenly, a giant foot appeared in the frame.

"Oh, they've started fighting!"

"Good, good, good, it's good that they're fighting. It would be best if they could force that old guy to show his true skills."

This was a dark-skinned, muscular young man with a tall and agile figure, wearing thin, tattered clothes that fluttered in the cold wind.

He plopped down on the pile of stones, crossed his legs, and stared straight ahead, looking relaxed and carefree as if he were watching a monkey show.

However, when he withdrew his gaze and raised his head to look at the sky above him, a colossal mountain loomed over him, reflected in his golden pupils.

At this moment, the young man muttered to himself again: "Fight, fight... fight until the sky collapses and the earth cracks, fight until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble. When you have no choice but to withdraw the power to suppress me, that will be the day I break free."

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye; countless seasons have come and gone...

The young man's fingers rested lightly on his knees as he softly sang a rhyme he had made up.

Eagles flew overhead, wolves howled melodiously before fading into the distance, horses galloped, clouds billowed, and all things stretched out their freedom on this plain.

He alone was trapped in this cramped space for fifty years; how could he not be angry?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The young man laughed loudly, his gaze piercing through the mountains and landing on the barbarian army.

……

"Zheng!"

The blades gleamed fiercely, and the swords rang out melodiously.

This is the biggest crisis Lin Beixuan has faced since entering the secular world.

Because at this moment, the enemy he faced was no longer a mortal god, but a barbaric ancestral god of the same level as the mortal ruler.

Space seemed to be mourning, the earth was trembling, and the surrounding environment was constantly changing.

Holding the sword of choice, Lin Beixuan slashed out with a mighty sword. The sword shadow whistled through the air as the demonic sword, carrying scorching black flames, slashed towards the towering mountains and land ahead.

In the center of that vast mountainous land stood a tall, thin old man.

He had typical barbarian features, but was taller and more imposing than other barbarians. His bare upper body was covered with countless Sanskrit characters, each one seemingly drawn with blood.

The Desolate Ancestor extended a finger and gently touched the sword light flying towards him.

In an instant, a connection was made, and the sword light shattered instantly, affecting even the choice in Lin Beixuan's hand, which let out a mournful cry.

"Sizzle... Bang!!"

Suddenly, countless cracks appeared on the Sword of Choice, unable to withstand the power of the Desolate Ancestor, and it turned into countless fragments that fell to the ground.

With just a single finger, the sword of choice was shattered.

Lin Beixuan glanced at the remaining sword hilt in his hand, his eyes filled with solemnity.

He put the sword hilt into his storage bag, his divine fire burning wildly, and his body surrounded by a vast expanse of yin energy, once again transforming into the majestic deity he had been when fighting against the Goddess Zigu.

There is an insurmountable gap between minor and major folk gods, and the gap between major folk gods and folk masters is as vast as heaven and earth.

Remember Kang Xingshen, who overwhelmed everyone during the battle against the starving ghosts? He was slapped into the outer heavens by the Heavenly Gang Venerable and hasn't come down yet.

So Lin Beixuan didn't even think twice and almost instantly pulled out all his trump cards.

The pages of the Book of Life and Death fluttered in the wind as Lin Beixuan stared intently at the Desolate Ancestor and began to ignite his own life lamp.

(End of this chapter)