Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 314 National
The flow of the mist gradually slowed down, and the surrounding scenery slowly became calmer.

Lin Jiang could feel an incredibly intense aura of calamity surging towards him from afar, causing him to slowly furrow his brow.

The screams, which had previously seemed muffled by a thin veil, became much clearer at this moment.

There were also sobs mixed in with it.

Lin Jiang looked up and saw that the surrounding mist had dissipated, and he now appeared on a desolate battlefield.

The battlefield was littered with the remains of the dead, and blood covered the ground. Many soldiers lay on the ground, their bodies no longer human, their limbs twisted and joints broken, their faces bearing uniform smiles, even the angles of those smiles were exactly the same.

Its teeth were gone, its eyes were gone, leaving only dark, empty cavities, gazing at the sky, shedding black tears.

The soldiers were clearly affected by the calamity and had turned from humans into monsters.

In the distance, Zhao Liulang knelt on one knee, his wife leaning against him, half of her body obliterated.

Her nascent cultivation and the method of transforming her body seemed to have completely failed. Her lower body was like scattered quicksand, constantly losing its vital energy along with her disintegrating body.

The wound no longer reveals flesh and blood, but rather a form purely composed of Qi.

The empress's face had also shown some changes. Even as she was about to die, the corners of her mouth could not be stopped from curving upwards. Her left eye had turned into an empty black hole, and tears flowed out from it, stained pure black by the polluted blood.

She too was corrupted, but fortunately, her cultivation was high enough that she was able to maintain her sanity in this confused state.

A heart-wrenching scream burst from Zhao Liulang's throat. For the first time, this invincible war god on the battlefield showed utter despair. Hot tears of blood streamed from his eyes, and he could not even string together a complete sentence.

Looking at Zhao Liulang, who was so grief-stricken, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

To be honest, because the fog swept in so quickly, he didn't even know the empress's name.

If this were a movie that Lin Jiang was watching, then the Empress's role would be nothing more than a fleeting passerby on the screen.

But this applies to Lin Jiang.

For Zhao Liulang, they had spent countless long years together, and this time of intertwined experiences had shaped the softest corner of his heart.

At this moment, the departed lover is like a sharp knife, precisely piercing the most vulnerable part of his heart.

In front of Zhao Liulang, a group of bizarre humanoid monsters lay sprawled on the ground, mutilated and incomplete.

Their limbs were unusually long, their bodies were as black as ink, and they had no facial features whatsoever, as if they were demons that had broken free from the deepest nightmares.

These humanoid monsters were also tainted with an extremely strong aura of calamity, causing Lin Jiang to involuntarily furrow his brow.

Most of them had been shattered into pieces by Zhao Liulang, who was filled with anger and sorrow, but this was clearly not enough to completely eradicate the shadow.

The humanoid monster continued to writhe and climb silently on the cold ground, without making a sound, as quiet as a dead silhouette imprinted on the ground.

Zhao Liulang had long since lost interest in the humanoid monsters around him. Lin Jiang sighed softly, waved his sleeve, and as the Qi flowed and the remaining remnants of the calamity began to turn into dust and disappear.

However, even if all the enemies were wiped out, it could not bring back the life of Zhao Liulang's beloved.

As the figure of the woman in his arms disappeared more and more rapidly, Zhao Liulang tightened his arms around the warmth that was about to vanish into nothingness.

His beloved woman reached out her hand, her fingertips seemingly wanting to gently caress his cheek.

The woman seemed to want to say something, but in the end her fingers only weakly brushed across Zhao Liulang's face before falling limply and silent.

"Who can save her! Who can save her! Master! Master, are you there? Please save her, Master!"

The grief-stricken Emperor Daxing repeatedly kowtowed towards the empty wilderness, but he was bowing in the wrong direction; Lin Jiang was clearly standing behind him.

Lin Jiang's gaze also fell on the woman who was slowly dissipating. He reached out and tried to condense the surrounding thick fog to rebuild her body.

The illusory mist indeed slowly condensed, reshaping the lower half of the empress's body from bottom to top.

However, Lin Jiang instantly realized that the condensed body was empty, without any spiritual fluctuations.

Even if he could perfectly replicate the Queen's appearance with the dense fog, it would only be a superficial imitation.

That was merely a construct shaped by his own hazy memories.

Unfortunately, Lin Jiang knew very little about the Empress, and all he could create was an empty shell.

He finally sighed and gave up on repairing it.

Creating a false phantom to accompany Zhao Liulang would only be a desecration of this devoted couple.

The surrounding mist surged and gathered, then surged away again. Under the sweeping force of this surging mist, the woman in Zhao Liulang's arms was completely reduced to dust, her soul scattered with the wind.

The tear stains on Zhao Liulang's face gradually faded, but the light in the depths of his eyes dimmed a little.

After his beloved died, Zhao Liulang devoted himself to investigating the true identities of the mysterious figures.

He found Wang Yunian, who at the time was also unaware of his identity, so he simply spent a great deal of effort searching through ancient books.

Unable to find the treasures in the Great Treasury, they turned their search to the newly conquered territories.

Having found nothing in any of the places, they turned to their allies for help.

At the end of the year, Wang Yu discovered that this strange black object belonged to the largest remnant of the Divine City.

They claim to be the rightful heirs of the divine city and attempt to once again establish their dominion over the world.

It was also the largest and most powerful force of the Star Pointing Cult at that time.

Upon hearing the news, Zhao Liulang did not rush to launch a military campaign to seize Shencheng. Instead, he suppressed his thoughts and devoted himself to developing Daxing. Like a cold, hard administrative machine, he worked tirelessly to enhance Daxing's national strength. Under this full-fledged effort, Daxing's power grew ever stronger.

The nation that came to invade Daxing immediately realized that it was no match for Daxing. The attack organized by the whole country was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of this slowly rising behemoth.

Soon, several neighboring countries were wiped out, but Daxing's allies also fell apart due to various changes.

The State of Qi was destroyed in a storm of flowers due to the chaos caused by its ruler; the hegemon of the State of Zhou was besieged by neighboring states, and after failing to resist, he finally dragged the entire city into a vast fog amidst mournful cries.

However, Daxing had no time to worry about that now. Years of savings were all for this decisive moment.

Zhao Liulang donned his old armor once more and led the most elite troops of Daxing on a grand march towards the Divine City.

However, in this battle, Daxing encountered an unprecedentedly strong opponent.

Upon their first encounter with the people of the divine city, they summoned numerous unusual celestial phenomena using bizarre methods; those disturbed by these phenomena were instantly transformed from ordinary soldiers into monsters, and even Dianxing could not escape severe injuries.

The battlefield where the two sides fought each other turned into a meat grinder, where even powerful beings like Dianxing became part of the dead souls.

Ye Wanzhuang perished in this battle, as did many other stars whose names Lin Jiang couldn't even recognize, all of whom died here, turning into a wisp of remaining image in the world.

However, the strange and unusual celestial phenomena ultimately failed to distinguish between friend and foe, and the Divine City could only try its best to delay but was powerless to defeat the increasingly powerful Daxing.

Lin Jiang couldn't determine how many years this bloody war lasted, but he clearly saw that Zhao Liulang's face remained unchanged throughout the bloodshed, without the slightest ripple.

As time flew by and rushed to the end, Zhao Liulang finally stopped.

Lin Jiang's gaze quietly fell on his shoulder. At this moment, Zhao Liulang seemed to sense something and slowly turned his head to meet Lin Jiang's gaze.

He gazed in the direction of Lin Jiang, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

Lin Jiangyi turned his head slightly.

At this moment, the corpses and blood behind him merged into a rushing river, forming long, blood-red dikes. This path of carnage built the ladder to heaven for Daxing.

He eventually slaughtered his way through the entire divine city.

At this moment, Zhao Liulang finally found the book containing the information in the divine city.

For the first time, he learned that there was such a thing as calamity in the world.

Zhao Liulang had no clue how to deal with this intangible calamity, but in any case, the world was ultimately in his hands.

In the thick fog, Zhao Liulang returned to Daxing alone. A light rain began to fall, washing away the bloodstains on his body, and he finally made it back to Daxing.

When he arrived at the palace gate, he dismounted and then strolled step by step into the depths of the palace.

As the blood on Zhao Liulang's body gradually receded, his heavy armor slowly fell away, and a golden dragon robe quietly draped over his body, illuminating his path ahead.

He arrived at the throne, where many people were already waiting for him on both sides.

There was Wang Yunian, whose hairline was receding precariously; Wenzu, who had fully matured; Fazu, who had just grown a beard and had a few wrinkles on his forehead; and many of the generals who had followed him in the past.

As he walked to the throne, his good brother Xiaojiaozi, who had followed him all the way since leaving the divine city, smiled and watched him.

As he turned and sat on the throne, his gaze fell on the empty seats to his other side.

There were three very important people in his life who ultimately failed to reach this place with him.

Lin Jiang's rapidly flowing vision slowed down once again.

He was finally able to take a few more glances at Zhao Liulang on the throne from this spot.

Just then, Lin Jiang saw Zhao Liulang slightly part his lips in his direction:

"Master, are you there?"

Zhao Liulang murmured in a voice only he could hear.

But Lin Jiang's gaze ultimately followed him.

He heard the whisper perfectly clearly.

"I am here."

Lin Jiang responded again.

This time, Zhao Liulang, a veteran of many battles, seemed to hear a voice coming from the fog.

A relieved smile suddenly bloomed on his face, just like the young man who stepped out of the divine city back then.

At this point, Daxing officially succeeded Shencheng and became the ruler of the world.

The history of Daxing's founding of the nation was thus completed.

From then on, Daxing officially entered a period of stable development.

It seems that Daxing is now free of all risks, and everything from now on will proceed smoothly and on track.

but……

Lin Jiang knew very well that everything would only begin after Zhao Liulang ascended the throne.

Calamity is coming.

(End of this chapter)