The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 315: Assassin the King and Killing the King

Many of the array's nodes have been destroyed, causing the flow of various primordial energies within the array to shift. Some of the power within the array dispersed and escaped to the outside, while the remaining part surged towards the final node like rivers and seas converging.

That became the core of this formation, the core of the formation that enveloped the minds of 300,000 people in Langzhong. Such a great formation always has a spirit, but the way this true spirit manifested at this moment caused a ripple to flash in Zhou Yan's eyes.

That was a humanoid spirit.

Wang Boze struggled to his feet. Li Taibai had restrained the essence of immortal energy, and the mist that had been activated and could induce dreams had weakened. Wang Boze suddenly felt a jolt and woke up, grabbing the wall next to him with one hand and barely managing to get up.

"W-what happened..."

"Cough cough..."

His vision blurred intermittently, and his ears were filled with a cacophony of sounds: the clashing of swords, the howling wind, the trembling of the Tengwang Pavilion itself, and mostly his own panting and the pounding of his heart.

He witnessed a clash of gods and immortals, a cold and aloof young man in silver armor and white robes, wielding a dark gold ancient sword, and a young divine general in yellow armor and robes, with a jade crown binding his hair and a three-pointed double-edged sword. Both of them exuded an incomparably sharp aura, locking onto the same spot.

"Huh, huh..."

Wang Boze struggled to get up; he didn't care about what was going on there.

The one that can be locked onto by two god-like beings must be something extraordinary. But that's irrelevant to him. He can feel the pain in his wounds and the strain on his heart. He can tell that the Tengwang Pavilion is probably going to be destroyed.

It was as if the entire foundation of the building had been ripped away, causing a violent tremor.

A blazing fire rose, and there was an unusual burning sensation in the air. When breathing, not only did the lungs feel a burning sensation, but even the soul felt a stinging pain. Clearly, this fire was no ordinary fire.

"No, no, we have to take Wan'er away..."

"no……"

Wang Boze struggled to get up, his eyes darting left and right. He stumbled and tried to get down—he was actually very regretful, very regretful that he had let his emotions get the better of him and come here because of that Taoist's bottle of pills.

Now I'm far away from my daughter.

His entire life, from childhood to adulthood, was almost a complete tragedy. No, at least in his youth, he was quite fortunate to live during the height of the reign of the sage emperor Li Sanlang and to join the army as a son of a respectable family.

He had fought in several battles, practiced martial arts, and possessed some level of cultivation.

Yet, as a citizen of Sichuan, he had to send Sichuan's grain to the front lines; as a soldier, he failed to protect his homeland; as a son, he couldn't be there for his parents in their final days; as a husband, he couldn't keep his wife; and even as a father...

no no.

Wang Boze's hair was a mess, and he had lost an arm. Perhaps because of this dream, his many thoughts were surging wildly, rising up like waves.

'...Boze...'

"Squad leader, we can't hold on..."

'Do not abandon the city, fight to the last...'

'Have you heard? Wang Boze from the Wang family died in battle. Alas.'

"Yes, who can argue with that? When he was alive, he was at least a seventh-rank Xuan Guan Xiaowei, protected by a legion. But now, even the Sage has lost his authority. Back when he suppressed those people... Alas, the Emperor Sage is gone, but his family is still here."

'With him around before, no one dared to make a move...'

'But now...'

That was after a fierce battle.

Wang Boze led his comrades in a desperate battle against the rebels to prevent these fleeing rebel soldiers from sneaking into the city and plundering the people—these rebels, who had no future but possessed exceptional skills, were extremely dangerous.

Unfortunately, they fell into a trap, and reinforcements never arrived.

In that battle, all of Wang Boze's troops were killed. He was hit by several arrows and fell off a cliff. He was unconscious and confused. He was awakened by a rain shower. It was a cold rain. It turned out that when he fell off the cliff, he was caught by an old pine tree.

The arrow struck the talisman his daughter had given him before he went to war, thus deflecting it slightly and avoiding a fatal blow. As all martial artists must be tempered between life and death, Wang Boze's own realm broke through to the sixth rank.

He struggled to climb up and buried his comrades. Having lost his unit, he thought of returning home first to send back the keepsakes of his comrades. But on his way back to his hometown, all he heard were these idle gossips.

When Wang Boze returned home with red eyes, the common people were starving. His house was already dilapidated, his parents had passed away, and only his daughter was left. She had been starving for a long time and was severely weakened. She had many wounds on her body, her legs and feet showed signs of rotting, and there were wounds from being bitten by vicious dogs that had rotted away.

Wang Boze's world collapsed.

He killed many members of the wealthy family who had harmed his family, chopped off their heads and fed them to the dogs, taking revenge in the most direct and brutal way. Afterwards, he faced countless pursuers.

When his wife, children, and elderly parents were humiliated and their food was taken away, this country did not come to their protection. But now, after he took revenge with the purest fire of vengeance, the country he once protected sent heavily armed soldiers to capture him.

Wang Boze fought like a mad tiger, but no matter how crazy he was or how unwilling he was, it was no use. His daughter was about to die, and he was just a wanted rebel.

In despair and with nowhere else to turn, he encountered Li Yuanying.

Li Yuanying used a clever method to stabilize Wang Wan'er's life force, but also told him that this was only a temporary solution. Wang Wan'er's life force had been depleted too much, and the only way to allow her to continue living was to create a dream world.

Wang Boze looked at Wang Wan'er. At that moment, he had no other thoughts. Or rather, the reason why this man, who had been a failure all his life, had not become a walking corpse was because of Wang Wan'er's existence.

Like the last glimmer of light in the darkness.

Now, after several battles in a single day, and having even severed his own arm, Wang Boze, who was already on the verge of death, was further impacted by Li Yuanying's great formation. He staggered to his feet, but accidentally fell down.

My vision was blurred, but there was still a sliver of light in one of the lampposts on the side of this magnificent pavilion.

"Father..."

Familiar voice.

However, Wang Boze's eyes widened after the fierce battle.

He simply did not want to hear that sound here, at this time.

The man seemed to have anticipated something. He opened his mouth, struggled to sit up, and saw the core of the formation, the one surrounded by two beings who seemed like gods. This was the core spirit of the formation, the one that guided people into dreams.

She was a simple little girl dressed in plain clothes, with a face that wasn't particularly pretty, but she was very genuine.

"No, don't joke around."

"Wan'er, Wan'er, what are you doing there?"

Wang Boze's lips trembled. The last thing supporting this man collapsed before his eyes. His head throbbed with pain. Jin Tianwang's ancient sword was only three inches away from 'Wang Wan'er's' neck, but it was blocked by layers of ripples.

"The Spirit of the Formation".

"Special souls are used as node spirits to ensure the spirituality of the formation."

"Like a person offering sacrifices to a sword."

"...using the methods of the weak, and by making her the 'first dreamer,' the entire formation was transformed from static to dynamic, allowing 'dream entry' to spread like a plague."

With his thousand years of experience, King Jintian saw the reason at a glance: "It seems that the soul of this human is the final core of this great formation. However, with the other nodes of the formation broken, a lot of power from the more than three hundred nodes has gathered at this core."

"Breaking through this bottleneck won't be easy."

"Zhou Yan, let's join forces and kill her."

When Wang Boze heard Jin Tianwang's words, his mind went blank. His body, which was already exhausted to the limit of an ordinary human, suddenly surged with immeasurable power. He staggered to his feet and rushed into the array node before he could react, spreading his arms to block Wang Wan'er.

"What are you going to do?!"

Zhou Yan did not attempt to intercept them, while Jin Tianwang disdained to do so.

Jin Tianwang, wielding his ancient sword, sneered, "...Humans are truly interesting. While I may not care, given your clan's values, if this little brat isn't killed, the entire population of Langzhong—300,000—will be forever trapped in this dream world." "You're still going to stand in my way?!"

Wang Boze's eyes, already bloodshot from the torment and exhaustion, were now completely red. He roared and howled like a wild beast, "Get out of here!"

Just like the banished immortal standing in front of his daughter.

This frail man, whose life was a tragedy yet who constantly struggled, even with a missing arm, stood in front of his daughter, facing the celestial beings and divine generals, refusing to back down even half a step.

Li Yuanying looked at Zhou Yan: "...Your divinity is the convergence of the human destiny, and this little girl is an 'innocent victim.' In the judgment of the human destiny, she is absolutely pure white. If you kill her, you can break the formation."

"However, your humanistic fortune and the divine nature that protects humanity will also be tainted." He was already severely injured and on the verge of annihilation. Having experienced the collapse of his Dao heart and the madness of his obsession, he now possessed an indescribable composure.

"In the end, they spared this array node for the sake of their own divine power."

"Whether it's for the greater good, or for the sake of innocent blood, this is my final question."

Li Yuanying is gambling.

It is possible that Zhou Yan possesses a kind heart, but if he does not show compassion and instead acts ruthlessly, this body formed from the convergence of human destiny will abandon him, causing him to suffer a great loss.

A heart of benevolence and kindness, yet a heart that only seeks personal gain.

These two thoughts are common to everyone.

Zhou Yan shifted his gaze to Li Yuanying.

How can you kill one innocent person to save 300,000 others?

Zhou Yan's vital energy spread out and began to circulate violently with a booming sound.

He refused all of them!

The Golden King laughed arrogantly, "Ridiculous! Zhou Yan, step back, I will kill you!" He still needed Zhou Yan to join forces to solve this great formation, and he also harbored the idea that when he made his move, he would deliberately push Wang Wan'er's soul towards Zhou Yan, so that the latter would counterattack and shatter Wang Wan'er's soul, thus defile Zhou Yan's divine body and reduce his strength.

The Golden Heavenly King said, "Use human morality to bind and restrain me?"

"ridiculous."

Wang Boze glared at Jin Tianwang: "Get lost..."

He trembled all over, filled with fear, anger, and resentment, but he had absolutely no intention of retreating. When he saw Wang Boze's gaze, Jin Tianwang paused, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

boom! ! !
Behind the Golden Heavenly King, the golden Geng Metal evil energy transformed into his full-fledged Dharma form, radiant and sharp, carrying the arrogance and disdain of a celestial being, locking onto Wang Boze: "...Not bad will. To show my respect, I will kill you with all my might."

He was arrogant and self-centered, and looked down on the weak.

However, the sharpness and rebellious spirit that Wang Boze displayed at this moment made Jin Tianwang treat him with a little more seriousness.

In that instant of confrontation, Wang Wan'er reached out and gently placed her palm on her father's back, whispering, "Father." Wang Boze's body trembled slightly. As a spirit of the array, Wang Wan'er had gained many insights when she was manifested in the form of a spirit.

Whether it's Wang Boze's actions, the current situation in Langzhong, or the recent conflict...

Time seemed to stand still.

She seemed to have so much to say to Wang Boze, but in the end, she only looked at her father's back, at the white in his hair. At this moment, she faced a choice—to hide within the nodes of the formation, or...

Li Yuanying struggled to sit up and promised, "You are the spirit of this formation. The spirit of the formation is like a ghost immortal, and can also become an immortal god. I can teach you the Dao techniques of the Dan Ding Sect. At that time, you can reshape your body and become like me!"

"When the ancient times return, you will be the goddess of Gonggong, the water god, and possess many supernatural powers. At that time, you can live the best days with your father, with an endless supply of delicious food, and you will always be well-fed and warmly clothed..."

Wang Wan'er looked at Zhou Yan and said softly:
"Uncle Daoist, thank you for the elixir."

She placed her hand on Wang Boze's back, choked with sobs, and whispered, "My father was a captain of the Tang Dynasty... a hero who stood tall and protected the country..." Wang Boze's emotions completely collapsed, and tears streamed down his face.

Li Yuanying sensed something and his expression changed drastically: "What are you going to do!"

Wang Wan'er closed her eyes, her face pale with fear.

But after dreaming, the pain will stop...

Jin Tianwang and Zhou Yan attacked almost simultaneously, unleashing two powerful bursts of energy. Wang Boze suddenly turned his head and exclaimed, "No!" Jin Tianwang saw the small, weak yet powerful human girl with a pale face and tears welling in her eyes from fear.

hum-

Don't know why.

The Golden Heavenly King's domineering and fierce moves, which were ruthless and decisive against everyone, suddenly changed at this moment, becoming restrained, like the first ray of dawn rising on the horizon. The ancient sword lightly touched Wang Wan'er's brow.

It's like adding a touch of floral decoration.

The girl felt an itch between her brows, as if back then, the Tang Dynasty was still the same Tang Dynasty, her grandparents were still alive, her mother was still alive, her father was tall and had a hearty laugh, and on the day she bid farewell to her father, the sun lingered between her brows through the willow branches.

On the second floor of Tengwang Pavilion, the girl's hand hung limply to the ground.

The elixir fell to the ground.

The Golden Heavenly King appeared beside Wang Wan'er, arrogant and self-centered, valuing only powerful gods, yet subconsciously reaching out and grabbing the wrist of this weak and pitiful human, watching her figure dissipate.

At the same time, Zhou Yan appeared behind Wang Wan'er, raised his hand and placed it on the girl's soul, softly calling out "Ba". The power of the dream spread, at least allowing the girl to sleep peacefully in her dream.

This time, there will be no more such sorrow.

Yes, death.

Death is the peaceful rest of all living beings.

I promise in my name.

The next moment, amidst Wang Boze's devastating cries, Jin Tianwang clenched his fist, letting the flowing light of the soul pass through his fingertips. Zhou Yan's eyes swept across, and the two streams of Gengjin evil energy, without any further obstruction, tore apart the entire Primordial Grand Array.

Immediately, it pierced through!
It tore directly at Li Yuanying's body.

boom! !

Li Yuanying gathered his last strength, transforming the collapsed Tengwang Pavilion, the blessed land, and the human destiny into the body of the "Kingly Way," and fought desperately in the name of the "True Immortal of the World."

Suddenly, Zhou Yan moved, and the three-pointed double-edged sword scattered.

Zhou Yan suddenly rushed into Li Yuanying's vicinity, within three steps.

He reached up and grabbed his lower back, pulling it out with a sudden slash. Accompanied by the low hum of the sword, a streak of azure light flashed. In an instant, all the obstacles of the [King's Way] constructed from various concepts and supernatural powers that blocked his way were torn apart as if they were nothing.

【Madam Xu's Sword】!
It was like a replay of events from a thousand years ago, except that this time, Jing Ke failed.

The precious sword was sealed in its scabbard, lamenting the passage of a thousand years.

A thousand years of regret, now avenged in a single day.

In an instant, it pierced through Li Yuanying's heart.

hum-

An invisible ripple spread out, and in the midst of the raging flames of the Tengwang Pavilion, at the very moment the killing was born, the king was slain by the sword destined to fail, giving rise to a trace of profound meaning.

A certain entity was drawn to the spotlight and began to observe.

(End of this chapter)