A Thousand-Year Journey Through the God of War

The members of the War God Temple, standing to the side, watched their leader's grief-stricken expression, bloodshot eyes, and slightly trembling body, and none dared to speak. Although they had not foreseen the Battle of Changban, they could glimpse the tragic and fierce nature of that battle from the War God's desolate expression.

Wushuang stood at the front of the crowd, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with solemnity and heartache. He knew that the God of War carried countless burdens, but he had never imagined that what awaited them in the future would be such a devastating situation that would destroy everything.

Xiang'er felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart. She gently reached out and wrapped her arms around his trembling back, the tender strength silently soothing his fragile spirit. She knew his pain, knew the guilt and resentment in his heart.

Across a thousand years and lifetimes, she and his destiny have long been intertwined.

The predetermined ending is that the land will be stained with blood, all brothers and sisters will perish, the most precious treasure will be shattered, and one will be left alone with only a broken dream.

But that is the destiny of the future, not the final outcome of today!

Xiang'er raised her eyes, looking at the sorrowful profile of the God of War. Her voice was gentle yet incredibly firm, piercing through the somber atmosphere of the room: "Destiny is predetermined, but it is possible to defy fate and change it."

"Now that you have glimpsed the remnants of the dream, know of the perilous situation at Changban, and see through the demon realm's conspiracy, this is not the end of the world, but a chance for us to turn the tide, left by heaven!"

The God of War slowly opened his eyes, and a faint light gradually gathered in his scarlet eyes. In his shattered sea of ​​consciousness, the blurry future scene, the remnants of the sun and moon rings, the complaining dragon's instructions, and Ying Ge's clues were all connected.

Yes. At this moment, he felt as if he had been reborn, having foreseen his inevitable death.

The inability to reverse fate in the previous life was due to being caught off guard, the inevitable decline of the situation, or fighting alone.

In this life, his soul returned to Xinye, his inner demons were eliminated, his body gradually recovered, he had Xiang'er's thousand-year medical skills by his side, the entire War God Hall was united with him, and he had the foresight to know all the calamities in advance!

The bloody and tearful past of Changbanpo has yet to unfold.

The grand plan to create demons on Floating Pagoda Island has yet to take shape.

The demon queen's deadly plot has yet to unfold.

It's not too late!

The God of War took a deep breath, and the grief surging in his chest transformed into a raging fighting spirit. The vulnerability in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a sharp and resolute gaze that looked down upon the chaotic world.

The broken dream recalls the bloody battle, not to wallow in sorrow, but to defy the heavens and turn the tide!

"you're right."

He spoke slowly, his voice weak, yet each word resounding throughout the room.

"In this life, I refuse to accept my fate."

"In my past life, the entire Temple of War was martyred, the mountains and rivers were destroyed, the people were displaced, and the most precious treasures were shattered. I have carried this regret for a thousand years and am still lost in a broken dream."

"But from this day forward, I will sever all tragedies!"

The God of War raised his eyes and looked at the solemn-faced fellow disciples in the room. His gaze swept over each sincere and fervent face, and his voice suddenly became loud and clear, carrying with it the unchanging pride of the God of War:

"In the Battle of Changban, we will not go to our deaths! We will go to break the deadlock!"

"The demons and monsters of the floating pagoda have been utterly annihilated! The army of the undead has been completely suppressed! I have personally torn apart the Demon Queen's conspiracy!"

"I will protect every brother and sister, protect the people of Xinye, protect Xuande's army and civilians, protect the Sun and Moon Rings, and protect everything I lost in my past life!"

A wisp of golden light slowly rose from his dantian.

Even with severe physical injuries and a drop in cultivation, the invincible fighting spirit of the Heavenly Martial God never extinguished, and his rebellious heart remained unchanged throughout the ages.

Outside, the sounds of carriages and horses drew closer, and Liu Bei's figure was already nearing the mansion.

The peace of Xinye is only a brief prologue; chaos, calamity, the crisis of the demon realm, and the destiny of Changban are already quietly brewing in the distance.

But this time.

Gazing into the sea of ​​knowledge, one can glimpse the secrets of heaven; a broken dream can alter the course of destiny!

He has returned as the God of War, determined to defy fate and reverse all the bloody endings!

Steady, orderly footsteps sounded outside the door, and a servant quickly entered to report: "Our lord Liu Bei has arrived outside the gate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Bei, dressed in a plain brocade robe, slowly entered the room, followed by Zuo Ci and Zhao Yun. Liu Bei immediately noticed the frail-looking God of War on the bed, quickly stepped forward, his eyes slightly red, and bowed deeply: "Master God of War, the survival of Xinye and the saving of tens of thousands of people from the demons' slaughter are all thanks to your selfless battle. On behalf of all the people of the city, I, Xuande, thank you for saving our lives!"

The God of War tried to stand up and bow, but as soon as he moved, the excruciating pain of his torn meridians swept through his body. Xiang'er quickly pressed him down and gently comforted him, then returned the bow on his behalf: "My lord, there is no need for such formality. Protecting the people is the wish of everyone in the God of War Temple, but the heavy casualties in this battle are truly heartbreaking."

Zuo Ci stroked his long beard and slowly walked to the center of the crowd, offering his assessment of the situation: "Futu Island has mobilized a large number of demon soldiers and demonized humans this time, with the assistance of the undead legion and demon generals from the lower realms. Their losses are equally enormous, and they are unable to launch a large-scale invasion in the short term. This has given the God of War a chance to recuperate and the Temple of War to regroup. However, the Inner Demon has already glimpsed the God of War's Heavenly Martial Soul. Stimulated by this battle, the forces behind the Inner Demon will surely be secretly accumulating power, and Futu Island will inevitably collude with other demonic forces in secret. The battle will only become more dangerous in the future."

Upon hearing this, the brothers of the War God Temple gripped their weapons tightly, and one of them shouted, "Guild Leader, although we lost many men in the Battle of Xinye, the rest of us are willing to fight alongside you again! We will avenge every single blood debt owed to Floating Pagoda Island!"

"Don't act rashly." Wushuang stepped forward and calmly said, "Now that the Guild Master's soul is damaged and everyone is exhausted from the long battle, they should rest and recuperate. The most important things right now are: first, to rely on Miss Xiang'er's medical skills to treat the wounded and recuperate the Guild Master's soul; second, to gather the refugees who were scattered in this battle and strengthen the defense of Xinye City; and third, to contact people of goodwill from all sides to jointly resist the demonic calamity of Futu Island."

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei nodded repeatedly: "What Wushuang said is absolutely right. All the grain and weapons under Xuande's command can be allocated to the War God Hall. All the medical clinics in the city will also be handed over to Miss Xiang'er for allocation. As long as it can help the War God Guild Master heal his wounds and comfort his brothers, I, Liu Bei, will never refuse."

Xiang'er gently patted the back of the God of War's hand, looked up at everyone, and said in a clear voice with unwavering determination: "Leave the healing to me. I will prepare a tonic to strengthen the body and nourish the soul, and I will give the God of War acupuncture every day to repair his soul. I will also treat all the wounded brothers of the War God Hall. I will never let anyone go to the battlefield with injuries again."

Looking at the people surrounding him, at the ever-loyal Xiang'er, the righteous Liu Bei, and the devoted brothers in the hall, the grief that had been building up in his heart transformed into an unwavering determination. He raised his hand, slowly clenching his fist, a faint yet sharp fighting spirit quietly rising within him. The blood of the War God's Hall would not be shed in vain, the souls of his fallen brothers would not be left without rest, and the people displaced in this chaotic world would not suffer forever.

Looking at the newly emerging sharpness in his eyes, Zuo Ci chuckled softly: "Your soul has undergone the baptism of death, and your Dao heart is now firmly established. As your inner source gradually fills up, your Heavenly Martial God Soul will fully awaken. Once your injuries are healed, it will be time for you to break through your shackles and shatter the mortal martial path. At that time, you will have no more worries about settling accounts with the Floating Pagoda Demon Lord."

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the window and fell on the clasped hands of the God of War and Xiang'er, the warmth dispelling the lingering chill of the bloody battle in the room.

The God of War turned his head to look at the gentle woman beside him and whispered a promise: "Wait patiently for me to recover. Once the demonic chaos is quelled and the evil spirits of the world are swept away, I will lay down my weapons on the battlefield and find a beautiful place with clear waters and green mountains to stay with you and never touch weapons again."

Xiang'er nestled against his chest and nodded gently, her soft sobs dissipating in the gentle evening breeze.

Outside, the clouds surged across the sky, foreshadowing the impending chaos and turmoil of the late Han Dynasty, where demons and monsters would wreak havoc on the world. Yet, within this small bedroom, there were those who shared their hearts and minds, and friends who walked side by side. Even if demons roamed the road ahead and the world was in ruins, they had the confidence to defy fate and turn the tide.

Just as everyone was immersed in the exciting journey of exorcising demons in the future, the door to the God of War's room was slowly opened from the outside, and three figures stood quietly at the door.

"It's Brother Ying!" Wushuang exclaimed joyfully. The God of War strained his eyes to look in the direction Wushuang was calling, and saw three people standing silently there. The one on the left was ten feet tall, clad in golden robes and armor, his imposing figure resembling a war god from the heavens, his rugged face radiating an invincible confidence. On the right was a slender girl in white, her long, black hair flowing naturally down her back. Her gentle smile gave her a refined and ethereal air; her snow-white skin and stunningly beautiful face made her seem like a fairy descended from the celestial realm.

If the two people on the left and right formed a stark contrast, then the person in the middle gave people a refreshing feeling. Beneath his handsome face, there was a hint of domineering power, his calm smile reflected a confidence that saw through everything, and his sincere eyes carried a sharpness that made people afraid to look directly at him.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the crowd, the three walked straight to the God of War's bedside. "God of War, are your injuries alright?" A magnetic voice rang in the God of War's ear. Although it was just a gentle question, it gave people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

The God of War looked at Ying Ge with an incredulous expression: "Ying Ge, weren't you in Yunying Valley?" "In my dream, the Sun and Moon Rings told me personally that if I had any doubts about the path of demon slaying in the future, I could go to Yunying Valley to find you?" "Since you're here, then the Battle of Changban that the dragon complained about was really just a dream?"

A series of questions left Ying Ge somewhat bewildered, but he quickly realized, "Battle God, you have awakened the Heavenly Martial Battle God Soul. It seems that passing the position of Guild Master to you was the best decision I ever made in my life."

Seeing the look of satisfaction in Ying Ge's eyes as he gave an irrelevant answer, the God of War's brain was completely overwhelmed. Where exactly was the illusion and where was the reality?

At this moment, Zuo Ci seemed to understand perfectly: "The God of War has benefited greatly from this battle. Not only has he awakened the Heavenly Martial God of War soul, but he has also unexpectedly awakened the ability to glimpse the future of the universe!"