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Chapter 450: Adventures in the Ancient Battlefield of Julu (2-in-1 Order Request)

After evacuating from Chang'an City, the Liuli Group headed north and left the border of Jiuzhou.

The scenery beyond the Great Wall is awe-inspiring. Crossing the endless sandy road, the vast desert unfolds before your eyes. The sea of ​​sand stretches as far as the eye can see, with bizarre dunes appearing and disappearing in the setting sun.

The air is dry and cool, with occasional wind blowing, stirring up waves of hot sand fog.

Camel caravans they encountered along the way would wave hello from afar or pass by quickly. From time to time, a few wild camels would be startled, kicking up dust from their hooves and taking off into the distance.

As night fell, the desert sky shone brightly like sand, with stars spinning madly overhead, as if a river were rolling across the sky. Every midnight, Tana could hear the cry of roe deer among the sand dunes, or the rustling of unknown nocturnal animals.

Along the way, everyone in the Liuli Group was in a low mood.

Zhong Wuye was even more heartbroken and almost unwilling to speak.

She had relived the scene in her dreams countless times when Cangli was on the verge of death to save her, watching her master's bravery and tearful sadness before his death.

Whenever he thought of it, Zhong Wuye's heart would suddenly tighten and tears would well up in his eyes involuntarily.

Her teacher's unprecedented supernatural powers and vast cultivation could not escape the scheme of the ancient Buddha with a green lamp... She only regretted that she was powerless at the time and could not even save him from seeing her for the last time.

What made Zhong Wuye even more heartbroken was that she had never expressed her admiration for Cangli.

Since her youth, she had admired her master's noble demeanor and wise cultivation, dreaming day and night of marrying into such a realm of exiled immortals. However, due to her youthful impatience and fear of her master's ridicule, she had never been able to muster the courage to express her deepest feelings.

Now, everything has become an eternal regret. Even if Cangli's body could return to this world, she would no longer be worthy of being his beloved. Whenever he thought of this, Zhong Wuye would burst into tears, like the raging Yellow River, filled with regret and a wrenching pain.

Zhong Wuye couldn't help but burst into tears, and covered her face with her hands. Cangli was like a father to her, her guide, and her closest confidant.

Now that she could no longer see him, the hole in her heart would never be filled. Zhong Wuye's eyes were dim and lifeless, and she seemed to have lost all her fighting spirit, like a walking corpse. She had once longed to find the dragon clan's homeland, but the setback of losing her mentor had left her with no passion for the cause.

Others who saw this felt the same way, especially Tana, who had been with him all the way, and knew best how deep Zhong Wuye's pain was.

Tana was a princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. She was young but mature and accomplished.

Her black eyes were as clear and bright as gemstones, and her gaze was deep and understanding. Tana knew that Zhong Wuye was suffering the heaviest blow in his life, so she was considerate and caring for this former guide.

Sometimes, during camping nights, Tana would walk over to the tearful Zhong Wuye, holding some sake and peeled fruit, and comfort her by holding her hand: "Sister Wuye, come and try this wine and fruit. Look, the sky is full of brilliant stars. We are beneath them, and it would be so pleasant to enjoy a little wine together."

Zhong Wuye raised his head tiredly, his eyes slightly red with tears.

Tana said softly, "Sister, I know you're suffering. But look at these brothers and sisters. We all love you deeply and hope you can regain your fighting spirit."

She took Zhong Wuye's hand and rubbed it against her face: "With you here, I have the courage to break the seal on my body and the confidence to find my roots. Sister, please don't give up on yourself or us."

After being comforted by Tana's gentle words, Zhong Wuye finally calmed down and nodded to Tana to express his gratitude.

Sometimes when they stopped in the desert, Tana would ask to be alone with Zhong Wuye.

They would practice light swordsmanship on the side, back and forth, their postures clean and neat. Zhong Wuye drew his sword but had no intention of fighting, leaving holes everywhere. Seeing this, Tana immediately stopped, let go of the hilt, and said gently to him: "Sister, you have to pay attention. How can you be serious with this posture? Otherwise, how about we compete in immortal cultivation?"

So the two began to write magic circles on the sand and cast various spells.

Although Zhong Wuye's mind was still wandering, she was gifted and quickly immersed herself in the fight. The two of them fought back and forth, their energy surged, and before they knew it, several hours had passed.

Tana would pause when she was exhausted and glared at Zhong Wuye in feigned anger: "Humph, you talented girl, you look at me, a rookie, and I am about to lose!"

Zhong Wuye did not answer, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

During the break, the two sat side by side on the cracked rocks on the sand dunes.

Tana leaned against Zhong Wuye, biting her handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face. Zhong Wuye patiently explained to Tana some of the profound knowledge of immortal cultivation and how he himself had studied and practiced diligently under Cangli in his youth.

When talking about the wonderful parts, Zhong Wuye was beaming with joy, but when talking about his mentor, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Seeing this, Tana would take her hand and gently hold it in her palm: "Sister, thank you for explaining so much to me. You see, in fact, you and I both have the same concerns and the belief of regaining what we have lost. It's just that you were too sad for a moment and forgot to be strong. But it doesn't matter, I am here with you now."

She rested her head on Zhong Wuye's shoulder and said like a well-behaved student, "Sister, just treat me as your confidante and tell me all the pain in your heart. Although I am still young, I am willing to share your burden."

So Zhong Wuye burst into tears and finally poured out all the pain in his heart.

Tana said nothing, but gently stroked Zhong Wuye's back, trying to comfort him. From then on, the two became incredibly close, like brothers.

Day after day, Zhong Wuye's pain gradually healed under Tana's comfort. She began to re-examine her inner pursuits and responsibilities, and slowly regained her tenacity.

Seeing the interaction between the two beautiful girls becoming more and more intimate, G-chan, who was live streaming the game, also smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, the live broadcast room barrage also expressed admiration for the plot so far:
"Holy crap! The battle scene starting in the capital was so exciting! Big Sister Zhong Wuye's swordsmanship was so cool!"

"Watching Cangli die in front of Zhong Wuye, I cried, man! The plot is so touching, Taoyuanxiang Company's scriptwriting skills are amazing!"

"The internal and external troubles of Chang'an City and the dynastic power struggles are simply exhilarating, more exciting than many TV dramas! Taoyuan Township is truly amazing at making games!"

"Seeing Tana constantly comforting Zhong Wuye and their growing closeness melt my heart! So sweet!" "The desert scene after evacuating Chang'an City was so beautifully rendered! Taoyuan Township's production is truly exceptional! I just want to praise Taoyuan Township for the incredible effort they put into creating such a captivating game plot! I admire you!"

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After a long journey, the Liuli group finally arrived at the Julu Plain.

This was a strategic town on the border between Dayuan and Northern Zhou, and a stalemate where the armies of both sides had been engaged in constant fighting. When they arrived, they were surprised to find that both camps had fallen into chaos.

Looking out, countless corpses lay piled on the ground, the stench nearly overwhelming. These corpses, clad in the uniforms of the Northern Zhou and Great Yuan armies, tangled in battle. The once orderly military formations were gone, replaced by frenzied fighting and roaring.

"Oh no! It's a nightmare!"

Zhong Wuye's expression changed drastically.

Years earlier, she had received instruction from her mentor, Cangli, on the Nightmare Disaster: a phenomenon caused by a disturbance in spiritual energy that would cause hallucinations and confusion, leading to madness and loss of sanity. If a large-scale Nightmare Disaster erupted, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhong Wuye was just about to take action to stop the two armies from killing each other, but he saw a gust of wind blowing up, and a powerful energy flow suddenly rose in the camps of the two armies, which trapped the raging nightmare power within.

The energy flow turned into a strong wind, sweeping through the center of the two armies' positions, blowing away countless corpses and wailing soldiers, and once again creating an empty center of the battlefield.

The terrifying force instantly shocked the crazy soldiers of both armies.

Everyone was forcibly restrained by this force, unable to continue fighting. At this moment, a figure in a white robe stepped onto the empty space created by the shaking, holding a short wooden staff and a calm expression.

I saw the man standing in the air with flowing long hair, and an extraordinary majesty revealed between his eyebrows.

The white robe with dark blue patterns fluttered, as if performing some kind of Buddhist magic.

As he lightly raised his hand, a halo rose from beneath his feet, enveloping his body. Within that halo, countless Buddha statues seemed to emerge, their expressions peaceful and solemn.

The next moment, the halo suddenly exploded, and thousands of incarnations suddenly appeared around it.

These incarnations have different forms, including the image of Buddha, the appearance of warrior monks, the ferocious guardian statues, the petite nuns, and the young girls.
Thousands of incarnations instantly spread out, each one firmly locking the Nightmare Wave energy in their palms. That power surged like the waves of the ocean, but was suppressed by these incarnations.

"Amitabha! Give up the small and take the big, and stop the war!"

The man in the white robe was silently chanting Buddhist mantras and making seals with his hands.

His figure seemed illusory, and his form kept changing with the chanting of the Buddha's name. Every time he formed a seal, the incarnations around him would suddenly become stronger, tightening the power of the Nightmare Wave.

Zhong Wuye only saw the last person shout loudly, and the aura of all the incarnations suddenly burst out, swallowing up the nightmare waves within a radius of a hundred miles like a tide!
The frantic soldiers were also enveloped by this powerful magical force, their lost consciousness awakened, and their eyes gradually regained clarity. Only after all the nightmare waves were suppressed did the man in white robes withdraw his attack, and his countless incarnations returned to their Dharma bodies.

"Thank you, eminent monk, for your help!" Zhong Wuye stepped forward and bowed.

"Amitabha, you are too polite."

The man still stood there, nodding slightly at Zhong Wuye:
"I am Jiekong, a lay disciple of the Ciji Temple in the northern suburbs of Chang'an City. I happened to pass by here and took action to suppress the nightmare wave. Now that the nightmare disaster is raging, I have been traveling around for the abbot of Ciji Temple to gather information."

Zhong Wuye stood up and looked at the young monk: although he was dressed like a monk, he had long black hair that reached his waist.

Just as she was looking at him, the monk suddenly turned his head, and Zhong Wuye was immediately shocked by his face:
It turned out that this man had two white ears sticking out from his forehead, and fox-like hair growing on both sides of his temples! Zhong Wuye was shocked, thinking that he seemed to be half human, half demon.

Jie Kong seemed to see Zhong Wuye's doubts and smiled indifferently: "Don't be surprised, benefactor. I was adopted from the mountains by my master when I was young. Although I have the physique of a demon, I have always been taught by the Buddhist teachings of compassion, joy and generosity. These characteristics of mine are just the characteristics of the fox clan that I was born with."

Zhong Wuye finally felt relieved and smiled friendly: "So that's how it is. That monk is not only powerful, but also humble and polite in his dealings with others. I really thank you for your help."

Upon hearing this, Jiekong clasped his hands together in a graceful gesture, then nodded in greeting. "I've traveled extensively and am accustomed to the gazes of ordinary people. However, in Jiekong's view, everyone has their own inherent qualities, and it's not that people with different paths are incompatible. As long as one's heart is pure and kind, one will eventually find a good mentor, unfazed by appearance. I believe you are also such a broad-minded person."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wuye couldn't help but feel a liking for the monk. She briefly explained to Jiekong the origins of herself and her group, as well as the purpose of their trip to Northern Zhou. Jiekong nodded, his eyes suddenly gleaming with a sharp light: "So, the donor also has some connection to the nightmare disaster of that year."

Seeing Zhong Wuye's puzzled expression, Jie Kongfang continued to explain:
"Nightmare disasters are phenomena caused by the disruption of the balance of heaven and earth's essence. Ordinary people believe that it is the work of evil spirits, but that is not the case. Nightmare disasters are related to the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, causing thunder and fire to erupt from the sky and earth, and disrupting spiritual energy. The nightmare wave that I just resisted was merely a precursor to this disaster."

"Then how should we solve this problem?" After hearing Jie Kong say this, Zhong Wuye also felt the seriousness of the situation.

Jie Kong pondered for a moment and said: "This nightmare phenomenon is because some kind of movement occurred in the "Soul-breaking Realm" in the East China Sea.

According to information from Tzu Chi Temple, the seal holding the spirits within the Soul-Breaking Realm may be loosening. Therefore, my next step will be to immediately travel to the East China Sea to investigate the Soul-Breaking Realm. Only by finding its source can we contain this calamity.

Zhong Wuye suddenly felt a headache. They were originally going to Northern Zhou to remove the seal on Tana, but now such a big trouble suddenly arose.

Jie Kong saw her hesitation and patted her shoulder:
"Donor, if the Nightmare Disaster erupts completely, all living things will be driven to madness, or even suffer. You and I have both paid the price, so how could we wish to see this calamity unfold? It would be better to go to the Soul Severing Realm and thoroughly investigate to find the root cause. Otherwise, we will be walking into a trap."

Zhong Wuye recalled the past, her master's last words echoing in her ears, and she couldn't help but feel a firm resolve. She stepped towards Jie Kong and said resolutely, "Alright! Let's go to the Soul-Breaking Realm in the East China Sea to investigate. After that, I'll go to Northern Zhou to seek a way to unlock the seal. Master Jie Kong, please give me your guidance!"

Jie Kong nodded with a smile. And just like that, Liuli and his group, who had originally been heading to Northern Zhou, were unexpectedly drawn into an incident involving the essence of the entire universe.

Zhong Wuye prayed in his heart, hoping that everything would go smoothly...

(End of this chapter)