A Thousand-Year Journey Through the God of War

The light from the spatial rift in the sky trembled, and the woman in white fell uncontrollably downwards.

Despite his shattered body, the God of War raised his hand and summoned a wisp of the remaining golden light of the Qilin, which transformed into a soft ray of light that steadily caught the falling figure.

The woman landed lightly on the blue brick ground, her exquisite medicine box tightly guarding her in front of her. The moment she landed, she couldn't help but curl up, her ten fingers gripping the front of her clothes tightly. A layer of light pink lines slowly crept up her skin along her neck and wrists, and fine cold sweat instantly soaked through her white coat.

Her name is Xiang'er. Her ancestors have inherited ancient medical skills for thousands of years, and her family has an ancient painting that has been passed down from the Qin and Han dynasties for thousands of years.

Last night, under the lamp, she studied her family's medical scrolls. On one of the scrolls was a fragmented prophecy: "In Jian'an and Xinye, the Qilin Fighting God, time and space in harmony, the poison of love can be cured." Her fingertips traced the face of the Qilin Holy Body Fighting God General depicted in the painting. Suddenly, the scroll erupted with blinding white light, and a massive spatial turbulence instantly engulfed her. In a dizzying moment, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the chaotic late Han Dynasty, where demonic energy filled the air.

"Cough cough..." Xiang'er coughed softly twice, a hot and sweet taste rising in her throat, as if countless flames were burning in her meridians. This was the love poison that had plagued her for three whole years.

This poison is not caused by romantic love, but by a bloodline-related destiny. According to ancestral medical books, her innate meridians are of the same origin as the Qilin Fighting God from a thousand years ago. Once separated by time and space, the yin and yang qi and blood in her body become unbalanced, and the poison will take effect, tormenting her mind and body day and night. Only by finding that person and harmonizing with the same holy power can it be suppressed.

Upon seeing this, the surviving remnants of the city's defenses gripped their weapons and surrounded the area.

"Lord War God! This woman descended from the sky out of nowhere, her body covered in strange red markings. Could she be a demonic spy sent by Floating Pagoda Island?"

The young general, sword drawn, stood in front of the God of War, his eyes warily fixed on Xiang'er. Behind him, the soldiers stood in formation, ready to strike at any moment. The people inside the city were already terrified by the demons outside. When they saw a strange woman descending from the sky, they all craned their necks to look, whispering among themselves, filled with fear and unease.

Xiang'er raised her eyes with difficulty, her clear and gentle eyes sweeping over everyone without a trace of hostility. She simply raised her hand and gently flicked it, sending several silver needles as thin as hair flying out from her sleeve. They landed precisely on the gaps in the soldiers' blades with a gentle force, only slightly deflecting everyone's weapons without harming anyone in the slightest.

"Please do not panic, I am not a demon." Her voice was soft but clear: "I am a healer, not here to harm the people of Xinye."

Before the words were finished, a child's heart-wrenching cries came from not far away.

A little boy, about five or six years old, fell in the street. His calf was touched by the drifting demonic energy, and his skin quickly turned black and swollen. He developed a high fever and convulsions. The woman holding the child cried so hard she almost fainted. The surrounding people were helpless. Ordinary herbs could not cure those tainted by demonic energy. Several children had already died from high fevers before.

Xiang'er's eyes narrowed. She suppressed the surging pain from the poison in her body for the time being, and slowly got up, supporting herself with the medicine box, and walked step by step to the mother and son.

She opened her exquisite medicine box, inside which were neatly arranged various dried herbs, silver needles, and porcelain bottles. She quickly picked out a few dried flowers that could clear the mind and detoxify, crushed them, mixed them with the spring water she carried with her, and made them into a light blue medicinal paste. She then carefully applied the paste to the child's burned calves. She then took three silver needles and gently inserted them into the calming acupoints on the top of the child's head.

In a short while, the black aura on the child's body slowly dissipated, the high fever subsided, the crying gradually weakened, and the child fell asleep peacefully in his mother's arms.

Seeing her save the child, the soldiers guarding the city lowered their taut weapons, and the people's gaze towards Xiang'er changed from fear to gratitude.

The young man looked ashamed and bowed apologetically, saying, "Young lady, your medical skills are extraordinary. We had misunderstood you."

Xiang'er shook her head slightly, turned around and walked to the God of War who was leaning against the city wall and had a weak breath.

She bent down, her fingertips gently tracing the wound on the God of War's chest where golden blood was still seeping. The moment her fingertips touched the Qilin mark hidden beneath the armor, the dormant love poison within her body instantly surged violently, the crimson poison markings all over her body deepened, and a sharp pain shot through her chest. She staggered half a step, only managing to steady herself by leaning against the wall.

A mysterious resonance of bloodlines flowed slowly between the two.

Countless fragmented images intertwined in her mind—the calamity at Changban seen by the God of War on his deathbed, the collapsing spacetime, and the seven-level floating demon tower shrouded in black mist all flooded into Xiang'er's mind; and the images reflected by the God of War's Heavenly Martial Soul also flowed into Xiang'er's perception at the same time.

"So... what the ancient prophecies said was true." Xiang'er murmured softly, panting, her gaze fixed on the God of War's eyes. "I searched for you for three whole years, across a thousand years, and finally I've come to your side."

The God of War leaned against the wall, the golden light of the God of War's soul slowly repairing his shattered body. He stared at the woman in front of him, and the blurry white figure in the near-death illusion had finally become clear.

"A thousand years later?" His voice was hoarse, and the wound in his chest twitched, causing excruciating pain. "The demonic pagoda caused a rift in spacetime; did you shatter time to arrive here?"

"Yes." Xiang'er nodded, raising her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. The poisonous markings were still moving across her skin. "I am entangled in the Destiny Love Poison, and only the power of your Qilin Sacred Body can temporarily suppress the poison. But right now, Xinye is in danger, the demon general outside the city has not retreated, and hundreds of thousands of people are in peril. I cannot only care about my own safety."

Another deafening axe-chopping sound came from outside the city. Another section of the western city wall collapsed, and thick black mist poured into the inner city through the breach. Many civilians who did not have time to escape were entangled by the demonic energy. Their eyes were instantly covered with black clouds, their minds became clouded, and they walked blankly towards the outside of the city wall.

The high-ranking demon general's maniacal laughter pierced through the black mist, echoing throughout Xinye: "The Qilin Fighting God is exhausted! Today I will slaughter the entire city, sacrifice the living souls, and open the passage to the lower realm. When the million-strong army of the Floating Pagoda descends, the entire Han Dynasty will be transformed into a demonic realm! The sea of ​​blood at Changban Slope will soon unfold!"

The people were terrified and fled in all directions, crying and screaming, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Upon seeing this, Xiang'er immediately turned around, took out dozens of packets of pre-ground Qingxin Powder from her medicine box, and shouted to the people, "Don't panic! This can temporarily ward off demonic energy. Everyone take one packet, hold it under your tongue, and don't touch the black fog outside the city!"

Several women stepped forward to help distribute the medicinal powder. While enduring the burning sensation of the poisonous fire in her body, Xiang'er quickly prepared more Qingxin Powder. Silver needles flew out and accurately struck the foreheads of several people whose minds had been clouded by demonic energy, temporarily purifying the evil spirits in their bodies with her medical spiritual power.

However, the Qingxin Powder can only treat the symptoms and cannot eradicate the root of the demonic energy. As long as the seal of the Futu Demon Tower remains unbroken, the demonic energy will continue to leak out, and the people will forever live in a state of threat.

As the God of War watched Xiang'er rushing to save people, his almost broken resolve to protect her grew even stronger.

He originally thought he was going to die today and tens of thousands of people in Xinye would not escape the calamity, but at this moment, a thousand-year-old female healer descended from the sky with unparalleled medical skills, as if heaven and earth had given the chaotic world a glimmer of hope.

After Xiang'er finished rescuing the people, she returned to the God of War's side, slowly squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

Thousands of years have passed, yet she glimpses his destiny and suffering in ancient books, while he sees her figure across time in the desperate situation at the end of the Han Dynasty. From the moment the rift in time and space opens, their fates become completely intertwined.

Her voice was soft, yet every word was firm and resolute. Amidst the swirling demonic energy and the cries of the people, she made a pact that would transcend the galaxy:

"God of War, I have come from a thousand years in the future, destined to meet you. You protect the people of Xinye, and I will help you with my medical skills; you want to break through the Demon Tower of the Floating Pagoda to save the world, and I will accompany you. The Milky Way is our witness, and the chaos of the world is our pact. From this day forward, I will stay with you and never leave you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the love poison in her body suddenly erupted, large patches of crimson poison marks spread across her cheeks, her limbs became weak and powerless, her vision blurred, and she collapsed to the side.

Seeing this, the God of War endured the excruciating pain in his body, raised his hand and gently embraced her swaying body. The golden light of the Heavenly Martial Soul in his dantian flowed softly, and a trace of weak Qilin Holy Power slowly entered her body.

With just a trace of the same source power, Xiang'er's burning pain was slightly relieved, and the spreading poisonous patterns faded a bit.

Just as the two were supporting each other, the demon general outside the city, carrying overwhelming demonic energy, charged towards the city walls once again. The huge black shadow covered half the sky, and the destructive evil power pressed down on the inner city.

The God of War gripped his tattered spear tightly, protecting the weakened Xiang'er in his arms as she succumbed to the poison, his eyes rekindling with fighting spirit.

He possesses the Qilin Sacred Body and the Heavenly Martial God's Soul, and is accompanied by a destined female healer who has traveled across a thousand years. Under his command are a group of loyal and righteous generals, including Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun, who are on the front lines and about to return.

Demonic pagodas, level seven demon towers, the calamity of Changban... all desperate situations may not be irreversible.

Xiang'er leaned on his shoulder, slowly opened her eyes, looked at the black fog that blotted out the sky outside the city, and whispered, "Let's protect this city together."

The God of War nodded slightly, and golden divine soul light rose from both of them. One was holy power, and the other was the way of medicine. The two faint lights intertwined and entwined, supporting the last hope of Xinye amidst the evil fog.