In Yunshan Fudi, the monsters in the Monster Market were arranged by the Taoist boy of Wuwei Temple to live in Qianku Cave. However, living in Qianku Cave was not very safe, as they often heard earth-shaking roars coming from Wuwei Temple.
"I'm going to burst!"
The monsters were confused and stood at the entrance of the cave, looking into Wuwei Temple.
However, there was only their benefactor who suddenly became very big and then suddenly became very small, and there was no cracking.
The monsters were very disappointed, but then they got used to it and were busy with their own things. Only the little leopard-headed monster squatted at the entrance of the cave, licking the candied haws and staring at Su Yun, waiting to see how the benefactor would split.
But I just haven't waited long.
When Yan Ziqi was a Heavenly Master, he was a good one, but when he was a doctor, he was definitely a mediocre one.
He had been observing Su Yun these past few days, fearing that Su Yun would suddenly explode and die, but the Saint King of Samsara's magical powers were so great that he always kept the power of the Dao Soul Liquid firmly suppressed, making it impossible for Su Yun to explode even if he wanted to.
He looked at it for a while, then gave up and said to the Taoist children, "He probably won't die. This soul fluid can really heal his spiritual injury. It can be recorded."
A Taoist boy said boldly: "What's the point of writing it down? If an ordinary emperor takes a drop of the Dao Soul Liquid, he will probably explode. It can't even be pasted together unless it is mounted on the wall. Besides, the master only has two taels of Dao Soul Liquid, and the Dog Heavenly Emperor drank it all in one gulp."
Yan Ziqi reprimanded them: "Don't call him the Dog Emperor! Although he is an enemy, the Yun Tian Emperor is still good. At least he is much better than those two incompetent emperors Di Jue and Di Feng."
The Taoist children didn't believe it and said, "What's so good about him? He has become the Emperor of Heaven and has done nothing!"
Yan Ziqi said earnestly: "Not having done anything is the best. Don't make trouble for the people. Emperor Yuntian has a large number of capable people under his command. He is good at using their strengths. He does not interfere with things he does not understand, and lets people who are proficient in this do it. This is the best commander. For example, Emperor Feng does not understand and gives blind orders. Even I can't help him!"
He became a little angry as he spoke.
Suddenly, there were strange crackling sounds in the sky, as if some sharp wings were cutting through the sky. Yan Ziqi's heart moved slightly, and he activated the immortal way of Yunshan blessed land, which turned into a vast mist and blocked the blessed land.
Looking from the outside, you can't see the blessed land, only thick fog. Entering the fog, there are thousands of caves. Passing through one cave after another, you will never find the end.
But looking out from the inside of the blessed land, everything can be seen clearly.
Yan Ziqi's face was solemn. He saw that the strange sound came from a sword formation flying over. It was a sword formation composed of countless broken swords!
"Emperor Sword Pill!"
Yan Ziqi whispered, "Emperor Feng is nearby! Strange, why is his treasure broken?"
He had not been in contact with the outside world for these years, so he naturally did not know about the battle between the Emperor's Court and the Candle Dragon. In the Candle Dragon Battle, many treasures competed for supremacy, and the Purple Mansion was better, dismantling the Black Iron Bell and defeating the Golden Coffin, but the Golden Coffin also smashed the Emperor's Sword Pill.
In the battle of the Imperial Court, the Evil Emperor lost his obsession and his cultivation was greatly damaged. Di Feng chased after the Evil Emperor and a bloody battle broke out between the two sides. When Di Feng was about to kill the Evil Emperor, he was suddenly attacked by Di Zhao inside the Evil Emperor and was seriously injured.
"Although Di Feng is a tyrant, he is a top-notch warrior. Who can hurt him and his treasure?"
Yan Ziqi was looking around when suddenly a figure broke into the sword formation, and an extremely violent aura burst out, breaking through the sword formation!
An extremely loud and demonic voice came, making Yan Ziqi's eardrums buzz: "You traitor, you stole my throne. How can I avenge you if I don't kill you?"
Yan Ziqi looked up and was horrified, only to see the Corpse Demon Emperor Di Zhao and Di Feng fighting as they walked away quickly!
Just as the two men left and before Yan Ziqi had time to disperse the fog, another figure suddenly flew over, stopped suddenly, and landed on a fairy mountain next to the blessed land.
"Baili Du!" Yan Ziqi's heart was pounding and he didn't dare to dispel the fog.
He was the Heavenly Master of Emperor Feng, and Baili Du was the Immortal Appearance of Emperor Feng. At the beginning of the Lei Chi Town's reign, Yan Ziqi led the soldiers of the Immortal Court to leave and return to the countryside, which led to the disintegration of the Immortal Court and the fall apart of its power.
Yan Ziqi also felt a little guilty towards his old friend.
Baili Du stood on the top of the mountain, his body straight and his clothes fluttering, showing the demeanor of a great man. Suddenly, he looked towards the Yunshan blessed land.
Yan Ziqi was awed, thinking that he had been discovered. He was about to force himself to disperse the mist, when he suddenly heard Baili Du muttering to himself, "Emperor Feng must kill Emperor Zhao. If Emperor Zhao is not dead, it will be difficult for him to achieve perfection in his Taoism. But how can I make your Taoism perfect? If you achieve perfection, how can I control you?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Ziqi immediately stopped, feeling shocked and confused.
Baili Du continued to talk to himself, "My army has already started, and will soon cross the Northern Crown Great Wall, like a raging flood, overwhelming the world. At this time, the harder you opponents fight, the better it will be for me!"
Yan Ziqi was extremely confused: "An army? What army? The twin thunder pools suppress the Seventh Immortal Realm. There are no immortals in the world. Where did the army come from?"
Baili Du suddenly flew into the air, whistling away, his voice lingering: "As long as you both lose, I can control you..."
Yan Ziqi stood there in a daze, suddenly shook his head, and muttered: "What's going on? Why did the immortal rebel? Where did he get so many troops?"
Suddenly, Su Yun's voice came from behind him: "The Immortal Baili Du is Emperor Hu."
Yan Ziqi suddenly turned around and asked in a lost voice: "Emperor Hu?"
Su Yun limped over, stopped, and said expressionlessly, "That's right. Not only Baili Du is Di Hu, most of the immortals in history are Di Hu. Di Hu played a huge role in the way Di Jue became in later generations and in the success of Di Feng's rebellion. Moreover, I know where Di Hu's army is."
Yan Ziqi was horrified when he heard this and asked quickly, "Where is it?"
"Forget River." Su Yun said lightly.
Upon hearing this, Yan Ziqi cried out in amazement: "Where is the army of immortals and demons in Wangchuan? Where are there only immortals who turned into ash immortals from the Five Dynasties Immortal Realm..."
When he said this, he suddenly stopped and couldn't help shaking.
Robbery of the Gray Immortal!
There are endless calamity fairies in the Wangchuan River!
The army that Emperor Hu mentioned is the Jiehui Immortals in the Wangchuan River!
"This is going to destroy the Seventh Immortal Realm..." His body trembled and his voice also trembled.
Su Yun looked into his eyes and said, "Please ask Tianshi Yan to send me back to the imperial court. I am the emperor who rules the imperial court. I must personally go and preside over this battle."
Yan Ziqi regained consciousness, looked at him for a moment, and said, "The Dao Soul Fluid healed the Dao injury of your soul, and helped you break through that strange seal?"
Su Yun shook his head: "The one who sealed me was the Saint King of Samsara. He was once a Dao God-level being. A mere two taels of Dao Soul Liquid cannot break his seal."
Yan Ziqi was puzzled: "You are a useless person now, what's the point of returning to the imperial court? You can't fight against Emperor Hu!"
Su Yun smiled: "I am their Emperor Yuntian, their Master of Tongtian Pavilion. I have a responsibility and I must go. Besides, my relatives, friends, wife and children are all there. I have no choice but to go!"
Yan Ziqi sighed: "You are going there to die..."
Su Yun smiled warmly: "As long as I stand on the land of the imperial court, my fellow Taoists will be full of confidence and fighting spirit. As long as I can still stand, there is still hope. I must go back and send me off."
His eyes were eager: "Send me back."
Yan Ziqi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who gave you this responsibility?"
Su Yun was stunned, a little confused.
Yan Ziqi asked loudly: "Who gave you the responsibility to make you feel that you must die? Who gave you the responsibility to make you feel that you are also responsible for the rise and fall of the world? Who gave you the responsibility to make you feel that all this has something to do with you? You are a useless person! You have suffered from the wounds of an unjust war! You know that you don't have the power to change the world! You know that everything you do is in vain! Who gave you the responsibility?"
He seemed to be shouting at Su Yun, but Su Yun could tell that he was actually questioning himself.
After a while, Su Yun said, "I once returned to the First Immortal Realm and became a passerby who watched history move forward. I saw the Sixth Immortal Realm from the First Immortal Realm, witnessed the fall of one immortal dynasty after another, countless joys and sorrows, and witnessed the arrival of disasters. I thought I was just a passerby until disaster came to me and was about to destroy everything I cherished."
He spoke softly, but it seemed to bring strength and courage to people: "It was not until then that I realized that I had this responsibility and I had to take it on. Even if I am a useless person, even if everything I did was in vain. At least, I will not regret it."
Yan Ziqi stood there in silence for a while before saying, "Okay. I'll take you back to the imperial court."
He asked the Taoist boys to pack their luggage. When they asked where they were going, Yan Ziqi said nothing.
After everything was cleaned up, Yan Ziqi told the monsters that the Yunshan blessed land belonged to them, and that there were cultivation techniques in the Wuwei Temple. If they wanted to practice, they could go and learn it themselves.
He made all the arrangements, unfolded a formation diagram, and took Su Yun and the Taoist children onto the formation diagram.
The formation diagram soared into the sky and flew out of the Yunshan blessed land.
Su Yun observed the geography below and shook his head, saying, "Tianshi, you are not going to the imperial court. You are going the wrong way. We should go that way."
Yan Ziqi did not answer, but traveled thousands of miles all the way to the border of the Emperor's Cave Heaven and landed there.
His spirit soared into the air and raised an object as a sacrifice.
It was a huge flag, flying high in the sky, shining with thousands of lights!
In the center of the flag, there was a huge word "Yan" embroidered!
The flags are fluttering and rustling.
In the fields, on the rivers, in the mountains and forests, in the villages, on the streets of the towns, in the private schools, pleasure boats, brothels, and mansions, the spiritualists raised their heads, straightened their backs, and silently looked at the flag fluttering in the sky.
They put down their farm work, threw away their fishing nets, abandoned their prey, walked out of the private schools, chased away the guests in the pleasure boats, pulled off the turtle turbans on their heads, no longer guarded the homes of the rich, and walked towards the flags.
And further away, more spiritualists silently left the places where they had lived for many years, left their wives and children, left their elders and children, put down their work, and rushed towards the flag.
Some people salvaged their armor from the wells at home, some dug out the magic weapons they had refined when they were immortals from the ground, and some chopped down trees to take out their weapons.
They came in full armor.
They remembered what the Heavenly Master had said: when his flag was raised, it would be the time to summon them.
If you call, you will come; if you come, you will fight; if you fight, you will win!
This is what Master Yan Tianshi requires of them.
Su Yun stood beside Yan Ziqi and saw hundreds of people walking on the field. Behind the hundreds of people were millions and thousands of people, and behind the millions and thousands of people were endless crowds.
They walked onto the field, lined up in neat rows, like soldiers waiting for their commander's inspection.
"Although I was defeated, I took away Difeng's army of tens of millions of people." Yan Ziqi said softly.
Su Yun was silent for a moment, looking at the people who were still coming, and said: "They are just spiritualists, how can they face the Jiehuixian?"
Yan Ziqi said: "Emperor Yuntian, you are not much better than them. If you can go, we can go too!"
He suddenly shouted: "Soldiers—"
His voice was like thunder coming from the sky, rolling from one end of the vast plain to the other.
"Yan Ziqi's soldiers!"
He had white hair, and the spirit behind him also had white hair. He shouted, "Last time, we were defeated in an unjust war and fled to the imperial court! This time, I will take you back to the imperial court! This time!"
"We are going to fight a righteous war!"
His spirit grabbed the banner, pointed it in the direction of the imperial court, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Take out the weapons and warships you buried, and follow me to the battle—"
Countless soldiers' voices came from the vast plain: "Yes!"
At the end of the plain, mountains rumbled and shook, and the warships buried in the mountains and rivers took off into the air. The light of runes flowed, washing away the color of time.