The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 307 Where is the Imperial Prince Now?

Wang Boze stared intently at the Taoist priest over there. With his perception honed on the battlefield and his strength, which was equivalent to the fifth rank in this blessed land, he was completely unaware of him.

The array formation here remained completely unaware of this.

He stared intently at Zhou Yan, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast pushed to its limit. He glared at the young Taoist, his feet planted firmly in front of Wang Wan'er, his aura of misery intense, as if he intended to stop Zhou Yan at all costs.

Zhou Yan took half a step forward.

Wang Boze clenched his fist and struck with a military-style freehand attack, but the Taoist priest in front of him had disappeared. Zhou Yan's avatar transformed into a gust of wind, passing directly through Wang Boze's killing move and appearing behind Wang Boze, in front of Wang Wan'er who was lying on the bed.

Wang Boze's expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly and realized that the Taoist's skills far surpassed his own. The Taoist's five fingers were clenched up like a tiger's claws, with five spiraling energies wrapped around them, ready to tear it apart.

Turning around, she saw Zhou Yan already in front of Wang Wan'er, placing his hand on the little girl's forehead and smiling, "Your father and I are old acquaintances."

Wang Boze stared intently at Zhou Yan, his heart filled with extreme panic.

They were extremely worried that Zhou Yan would threaten the child's life.

But beneath this lies a fear he himself refuses to acknowledge: the young Taoist priest before him directly reveals his actions to the child, shattering the fabricated illusion of a heroic father protecting his country.

Two kinds of fear and dread intertwined, making Wang Boze's body stiff.

The Taoist priest's dark blue robe hung down, one hand pressed against the child's forehead, and the other hand stretched out, raised a finger, and pressed it to his lips, making a 'shh' gesture to Wang Boze.

In Wang Boze's eyes, the Taoist priest appeared and disappeared like a ghost, directly targeting his vital points. A strong hostility, and the fear hidden beneath that hostility, rendered him speechless.

Zhou Yan's voice echoed in his heart.

'You wouldn't want your daughter to know the truth about you, would you?'

The reverse application of Buddhist supernatural powers, specifically the ability to read minds.

Although Zhou Yan did not recite Buddhist scriptures, he possessed top-notch Buddhist lineage. Given Wang Boze's mental state being so unstable, it was not difficult for him to do this.

As he reflected in Wang Boze's thoughts, he smiled as he looked at Wang Wan'er:

"He and I are sworn brothers."

Although it's a friendship where we'd die for each other.

Wang Wan'er had just been lying in bed when, along with the two Xuan Guan, who were extremely skilled, Zhou Yan used the special abilities of this place, such as shrinking the earth to an inch, and the ever-changing techniques passed down by the Goddess Nuwa. However, as a weak mortal with mortal eyes, he could not see the battle at all.

Wang Wan'er exclaimed softly, "Ah, I should call him Uncle."

"Lying down here to meet elders is extremely impolite."

The little girl's face turned red.

She struggled to get out of bed. Zhou Yan's pupils contracted slightly. With his sharp eyesight, he saw that Wang Wan'er's trousers were empty inside, indicating that the leg had been broken off at the calf. The young girl was very polite and courteous, following the custom of the Tang Dynasty when meeting elders for the first time, she knelt and bowed.

Zhou Yan noticed that the little girl had unhealed scars on the back of her neck and on her arms.

This is not just...hunger.

Were you ever abused?
Zhou Yan noticed Wang Boze's reddened eyes behind him, which resembled those of an angry tiger. With a flick of his sleeve, he helped Wang Wan'er up and smiled, "Good child, good child, there's no need to be so polite."

"Uncle, I don't have anything good to give you, but this—"

He pointed from his sleeve, revealing that this avatar would carry some items with it, among which the Xuanzhuzi Nourishing Pill was the most common. Zhou Yan said, "This is a Qi Nourishing Pill personally refined by the disciple of the Medicine King True Man Sun Simiao. It is the best for nourishing the body. Keep it safe."

"Ah."

Wang Wan'er nodded obediently.

At the same time, Zhou Yan used the Buddhist method of telepathy to flash his thoughts about what he wanted to do in Wang Boze's mind. Zhou Yan said, "Your father and I still have some things to talk about. You should rest well."

"Uncle will come to see you again next time."

"Uh-huh."

The little girl nodded obediently and lay back down on the bed. Zhou Yan turned to look at Wang Boze, his eyes already showing a hint of coldness: "Let's go, we're sworn brothers." Wang Boze forced a smile at Wang Wan'er: "Father, go and talk to this Taoist priest."

"Be good and wait here for a while."

"Wait a moment, Father will be back."

Wang Boze forced a smile and turned around. Zhou Yan put his arm around Wang Boze's shoulder in a rather intimate manner. Wang Boze instinctively struggled, but it was completely useless.

At this moment, Zhou Yan was in this blessed land, and with the blessing of the special mountain god position, his strength increased dramatically. His power was so great that he could contend with dragons and elephants. Wang Boze was also a fierce general, but he was completely unable to move.

Wang Boze was dragged out of there, and Zhou Yan said, "Give me the order and method to activate the formation." He was extremely powerful, and with Wang Wan'er behind him, Wang Boze was completely suppressed, both physically and mentally.

Wang Boze's face was pale. He closed his eyes briefly, then withdrew his left hand, taking out a token. His expression was conflicted. Zhou Yan was certain that this token had some kind of unseen connection with the entire formation. He took the token directly and said:
"...I'll take this order now."

Zhou Yan paused for a moment: "This child, what a pity."

"You used a dream array to maintain her spirit, thus preserving her immortality. However, her physical body is already decayed. No matter how long you maintain her spirit, it's nothing but a fleeting dream..."

Wang Boze's cheek twitched slightly. He said, "You don't need to tell me—"

Zhou Yan stared at him, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes, but in the end he did not make a move on the spot. He said, "I should have killed you, but if I make a move here, it will inevitably disturb this formation and expose my whereabouts."

"That child... spend a little more time with him before he dies down."

"After that, I will come to take your life."

He raised his hand and slapped Wang Boze on the shoulder, leaving a mark. He then transformed into a stream of light and scattered. Wang Boze staggered, his blood surging, and he felt as if he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. But then he saw a bottle of pills floating in front of him.

That was Xuanzhu's elixir, which could at least stabilize the soul. Wang Boze held the porcelain bottle with trembling hands, his facial muscles twitching, and the fierceness in his bones, the ruthlessness that wanted to ruin Zhou Yan's affairs even at the cost of his life, suddenly spread out.

He opened his mouth, sat against the wall, and heard his daughter softly humming a folk song from their hometown. Wang Boze remained silent, breathing heavily, raising his hand to cover his mouth, his face flushed, and large tears falling down his cheeks.

Grief, pain, resentment, and exhaustion finally transformed into—

Why is it like this? A silent sorrow.

Why wasn't it this Taoist priest he encountered when he returned last year and found his family destroyed?
He looked at the medicine bottle.

A second option was presented to him.

The man was breathing heavily, his eyes twitched, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Zhou Yan quickly returned to the formation area.

At this moment, Zhou Yan happened to bring Li Zhiwei here. Li Zhiwei asked him if he had any ideas, but then she saw another Zhou Yan appear inside the pavilion. Li Zhiwei was stunned. Zhou Yan pointed his finger and immediately activated the formation.

While Jin Tianwang was still breaking the formation, Zhou Yan pulled Li Zhiwei along, and with the help of the seal, they silently entered the pavilion. Li Zhiwei didn't ask him how he obtained the formation token. The avatar transformed into a strand of white hair, flying into Zhou Yan's temple. Holding the token, Zhou Yan thought of Wang Boze's matter and sighed inwardly. He recognized the hidden patterns on Wang Boze's armor.

In the early years of his reign, Li Longji continuously suppressed the powerful clans of Sichuan and Chongqing. Later, the Tianbao War dragged on, exhausting the military and civilians. When Li Longji entered Sichuan, the accompanying eunuchs and imperial guards frequently harassed the people, leading to several mutinies by Guo Qianren and Jia Xiu.

Wang Boze, that's when the incident happened, right...?

In his final, madness, he became part of the events in Langzhong City in order to save his last remaining family members.

Zhou Yan suppressed the pity in his heart.

Knowing what the first thing to do now is.

Zhou Yan and Li Zhiwei ascended the magnificent pavilion and arrived at the core node of the formation. What they saw was extremely ornate decoration and a vast area. There were screens everywhere. These screens were extremely thin and painted with very delicate butterflies. The butterflies were so lifelike that they seemed to be alive. When the two rushed in, the wind they stirred up made the extremely thin screens tremble slightly, and the butterflies seemed to take flight.

"This is it."

Zhou Yan said, "Quickly set up the formation!"

Li Zhiwei nodded vigorously. There seemed to be another person stationed there. Seeing this, she was shocked and exclaimed urgently, "Who is it?! Wang Boze, what are you doing? Don't you want your daughter anymore…?"

Before the sound could even finish, it was completely drowned out by an incomparably sharp voice.

Zhou Yan unleashed the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear with extreme power, the pure force stirring up a storm and displaying an incredibly terrifying power. He was also a handsome young man, with a slight resemblance to Li Zhiwei in his eyes and brows.

He held a longsword, trying to stop Zhou Yan, but the ornately decorated sword was shattered the moment it touched Zhou Yan's spear. The sword flew into the air, and the latter's expression changed as he prepared to use a formation.

However, at this moment, the formation was seized by the Golden Heavenly King.

Li Jifeng desperately deployed the formation to protect his life.

This young man is simply impossible to mobilize.

This can be said to be the winning opportunity created by the Golden King!

In that instant, Zhou Yan did not hesitate. His spear pierced the young man's heart, pinning him to the wall of the magnificent pavilion like a painting. Blood splattered onto the screen, making the butterflies seem to take flight.

The young man struggled, trying to pry the spear off.

However, with the blessing of the nameless mountain, Zhou Yan's strength was greatly increased at this moment. The spear pierced very deeply, and no matter how much he struggled, it was useless. Zhou Yan exhaled, and Li Zhiwei had already begun to quickly set up the formation.

As Zhou Yan listened to the ongoing battle between the Golden Heavenly Kings outside, he could sense the conversation between the Wang father and daughter, and faintly hear the roars of monsters in the mist outside. At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Zhou Yan thought calmly.

Deep down, he still felt a lingering unease and a sense of vigilance.

The entire story of Langzhong unfolded before his eyes.

The core lies in the fairyland of Langyuan and the ancient dragon turtle, but the truth about these two things has not yet been revealed. What is presented now is a grand formation that attempts to draw life force from this formation.

Wang Boze was probably just someone who was used during this period.

However, Zhou Yan felt something was slightly off. Watching Li Zhiwei set up the formation, he took out a dagger and lightly cut his palm. Blood flowed out, and the blood of the Li Tang dynasty flowed into the nodes of the formation.

There were wisps of golden aura in the air.

Zhou Yan still felt something was off, a slight sense of disharmony. He tried to calm himself amidst the sweeping tide of events, thinking things through again and again. With the help of Princess Li Tang's blood and the Imperial Seal, the Humanity Luck Array was activated.

The evil formation is about to be stopped.

As soon as the formation changed, the first thing to change was the ripples caused by the formation and the gathering of life force. Jin Tian immediately noticed this and let out an angry shout.

"who is it?!!"

The fog that enveloped the entire city of Langzhong, affecting 300,000 people, seemed to be slowly dissipating.

A slight smile appeared on Li Zhiwei's face: "Okay..."

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Yan caught sight of the butterflies fluttering their wings on the screen, seemingly coming to life. Almost instinctively, Zhou Yan moved abruptly, grabbing Li Zhiwei and pulling her into his arms. His body exploded with energy as he quickly retreated.

boom! ! !
Almost the instant he moved, the butterfly flapped its wings and began to change as if it were alive.

It flew out of the screen and landed on the ground. The human destiny array that had been activated suddenly stopped. Li Zhiwei was stunned. The butterfly was about to fly over, but it was suddenly pierced by a cold light. Zhou Yan looked in the direction of the light and saw Wang Boze panting heavily, holding a crossbow in his hand.

He was the one who made the move.

Wang Boze's cheek twitched, and he said sternly.

"Be careful!!!"

At that moment, Zhou Yan suddenly realized a point that had just been overlooked—

Wang Boze said there are immortals living in this world!
All of Wang Boze's previous actions clearly showed that he was not the kind of person who could be easily swayed. To convince a once steely soldier that a spirit sustained only by dreams could be resurrected and continue to live, it was impossible to seduce him with words, unless—

He saw it with his own eyes.

Who, through spirituality, endures in this world?

One by one, the screens lit up, butterflies fluttered and took flight, and footsteps echoed: "Is it really true, Wang Boze, are you unwilling to seek justice for your—[daughter who was abused to death by the 'common people' because they mistakenly believed you were dead]?"

"As for you, ha, the Humanity's Destiny Array."

"I never expected you, little fellow, to be so small yet so bold. You actually anticipated my thoughts and almost succeeded, forcing me into this situation. I really don't know what to say. You truly live up to your reputation..."

The moment Jin Tianwang discovered that the formation's vitality had stalled, he flew into a rage, thrusting his spear forward and shattering the handsome young man. The vital energy suddenly dissipated, almost causing the magnificent pavilion to tremble violently. As a result, the formation dispersed, and the plaque appeared.

With extremely ornate brushstrokes, three words are written—

Tengwang Pavilion!
Amidst the fluttering of countless butterflies, a middle-aged man with an air of elegance strolled out, extended his finger, and a butterfly landed on his fingertip. He smiled calmly.
"As expected, he truly is a descendant of [Second Brother]!"

In the first year of the Tiaolu era of the Tang Dynasty, Prince Teng, Li Yuanying, served as the prefect of Langzhong. He extensively renovated palaces and high-rise buildings, which were called "Langyuan". He also built Yutai Temple and Tengwang Pavilion on Yutai Mountain on the north bank of the Jialing River in the north of the city. Together they were called Tengwang Pavilion.

He raised his eyes, and with the purer bloodline of the Li Tang dynasty, in an instant, he occupied the main position of the Human Dao Fortune Array, subtly attempting to suppress Li Zhiwei's side—

Those who have been dead for a hundred years are the so-called "living immortals".

Li Yuanying, the younger brother of Li Shimin!
He looked at Zhou Yan and smiled, "An interesting variable. The peculiar scent on you is even stronger than that of any other rebel I've ever encountered. I remember that thing is called—"

He paused deliberately before speaking clearly:

"Bai Ze Book".

"Is it right?"

(End of this chapter)