The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 241 The Last Glimmer of Light of the Great Han Dynasty
The Water God's Edict, the River God Emperor; a true Bai Ze Book, containing part of the enemy's true strength, authority, and even one of the most crucial jade talismans that was seized back in that era.

【Ji Xuanyuan】!
Even if this jade talisman is in a dormant state, and it is unknown what requirements need to be met to be fully ignited, its value and significance are completely different depending on whether it can be used and whether it is in one's own hands.

The mountain guardian said, "Please leave."

Kaiming raised his eyes, and golden ripples appeared in his pupils. With the supernatural powers of the Kunlun God Kaiming, he could vaguely see the turbulence of the primordial energy in the distance. Sure enough, even though Zhuge Kongming made various arrangements before his death, the other party was by no means completely unaware.

Putting everything else aside, Kongming needed to pass on information to him.

Therefore, the information about "the clan that guarded the spirit of Zhuge Liang" was leaked.

This means that not only him, but also those behind the scenes who wield the "Book of Bai Ze" and manipulate cause and effect, are aware of the special nature of this place. They must have spies planted here, and once any unusual activity occurs, a swift and decisive strike will be launched!
Kaiming instantly understood everything: "It seems that this fatso An Lushan is also supported by this force."

"Let's go!"

The mountain guardian shook his head, his voice hoarse as smoke: "I can't leave. I'll stay here and not go anywhere else." His voice carried an unusual calm and relief as he looked at the old, almost decaying man with open eyes.

He is a pure person.

People who, through human will, endure old age, sickness, decay, and death, have made it this far.

What incredible perseverance!
The years of Yanhuang are like a long river, but if one truly possesses such talent, courage, and extraordinary perseverance to complete this transmission across time, perhaps only this man before us can do so.

The playful expression on Kaiming's face vanished, replaced by composure. He put away all three contingency plans left by Zhuge Liang, then bowed deeply to the decaying old man, and said softly:
"A recluse, a Qi cultivator from Kunlun Mountain, the enlightened Chisongzi."

Farewell, General!

Without further hesitation, he turned and rode away on a cloud.

In front of a man who has made up his mind, any attempt to persuade or pity him is an extreme insult. Kaiming, as quickly as possible, wanted to leave with everyone, and he finally grabbed Zhou Yan.

Having also endured countless battles and faced opponents far stronger than himself, he turned to look at the mountain guardian and said, "...Is this how it is in the end?"

"The blood of the Yan and Huang Emperors is always like this."

He used the last of his broken body's strength to ride the clouds and the flowing light obscured by the wind, determined to take away the information and flames that had been passed down through the ages. And not long after Kaiming left.

Several figures appeared here.

Three of them were shrouded in shadowy curtains, with only their arms showing. Beside each of them were three men, all of whom were burly and clearly trained celestial beings, but their eyes held a hint of savagery.

They are using power that does not belong to them.

Sometimes, it is even difficult to control the power of these heroes of a certain era, resulting in a distorted and throbbing sensation on the face. Clearly, controlling this power is not without its price.

"Damn it, I knew it! That Wolong guy shouldn't be underestimated. There must be something wrong with him leaving the village behind. Every word Zhuge Kongming said had a hidden meaning!"

Search! Search thoroughly!

"Why not just wipe out this stronghold and then search slowly!"

"No, let's go check out the so-called back mountain of Zhuge Kongming's village first. According to the information we've gathered, there's a secret realm left behind by Zhuge Kongming in the back mountain, with a complete set of Qimen Dunjia formations. Never mind, let's go in first!"

“I checked, and the entire village is now empty. It seems they fled in advance. However, judging from the various traces, they ran in a hurry and could not have escaped too far.”

"Use your supernatural powers to track us now; there's still a chance we can catch up!"

"go!"

"The situation at Mount Li has spiraled out of control, and the precious blood of Chi You has been stolen. Two [nodes] have already lost their balance. We must at least find out Zhuge Liang's backup plan and bring it back, otherwise, we fear we will be punished!"

"What will happen to the villagers after they're found?" "Regardless of age, gender, or woman—"

The leader paused, then spoke with a bloodthirsty air:
"Kill them all!"

The auras of the three suddenly surged and moved towards their backs, about to impact the small back mountain, intending to forcefully break through the thatched hut secret realm, but suddenly a stream of light exploded.

A streak of silver light exploded violently from the side like a falling star!

A clear, resonant dragon's roar echoed as a phantom of a silver azure dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, blocked the way.

One of the veiled figures snorted coldly, swung his halberd fiercely, and with a fierce and domineering aura, after fighting the azure dragon several times, he unleashed a powerful and domineering force, directly smashing the stream of light away.

Although the Azure Dragon was extremely exquisite and had a lively spirit, it lacked staying power. Its mournful cry broke apart and scattered into specks of silver light, revealing a weapon that had fallen to the ground.

It was a long spear, a silver spear.

"...Zhao Zilong's spear skills?!"

A withered hand, like the roots of an old tree, slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, and firmly grasped the spear that had been absent for hundreds of years.

The mountain guardian slowly raised his head, his cloudy gaze peering through his disheveled white hair, locking onto the figures in the sky.

He raised his withered arm and gripped the spear tightly. A pale golden breeze swirled around the spearhead, then ignited a burning fire in his heart. All his organs had long since deteriorated to their limits. He had lived for more than the entire lifespan of the Han Dynasty, but now he was extremely old and could no longer even reach the strength of a fifth-rank general.

But he still retained the courage to fight to the death.

Talent encompasses all aspects of a person.

His voice was hoarse and aged, like a withered tree trunk.
"Stop."

The three people high in the sky exchanged glances, their murderous intent palpable: "Kill him."

In an instant, those martial artists, who carried the power of some heroes from the long river of history, suddenly made their move, all of them unleashing standard fifth-grade combat power. Their energy was fierce, their killing moves came one after another, and their skills and techniques had reached the first-class level.

The mountain guard stood with a gun in hand, his aged body blocking the way!
He wielded the spear with unrestrained skill, honing it to its ultimate perfection in solitude. All the anger, repression, loneliness, and physical pain accumulated over the past few centuries erupted and merged into the intent of the spear.

The fire in his heart burned with his last bit of persistence and will, giving his spear moves a domineering and brutal aura. With this support, he actually managed to temporarily block the combined attack of these people!
The heart was already overburdened, muscles atrophied, organs were failing...

This body is nothing more than ashes that have burned out over the years.

However, within the ashes, there was still a last wisp of warmth from the flames. This last flame struggled to release its final glow. It exerted all its strength, its supernatural powers and martial arts reaching their peak, actually forcing those Xuan officials to find it difficult to break through for a while.

The person who made the move was shocked and stunned by the tenacity that the old man was displaying. The old man blocking their way and covering their rear looked like he could die at any moment. No, this body should have died long ago, yet he could still make a move, and his moves were so domineering and so fierce.

One of the tall men, seemingly influenced by a power bestowed upon him, demanded:
"Who are you, you scoundrel? State your name!"

Then the mountain guardian raised his long spear, and just like before, wisps of light gathered and transformed into a majestic and vigorous Qilin battle spirit beside him, roaring to the sky.

This means that no matter how old the body becomes, the heart remains young.

The spear swept across the ground, creating layers of flames.

He took a deep breath, and his hoarse yet resonant voice, just as it had been hundreds of years ago, echoed through the mountains:

"The Great Han Dynasty".

"Jiang Boyue!!!"

(End of this chapter)