parentshiftbook Chapter 262 The World Shakes
Chapter 262 The World Shakes
Chapter 262 The World Shakes
The deathly silence on the city wall of Guangfu lasted for several breaths before being broken by a deafening roar of joy and shouts!
"We won!"
"Li Zhenjun has won!"
"The Heavenly King is dead! That demon has been slain by Li Zhenjun!"
"May God bless Guangfu! May God bless Dasheng!"
The survivors embraced and wept, many kneeling down without regard for etiquette, bowing to the majestic heart-shaped statue in the sky that was slowly losing its light and the figure below it.
To them, Li Xijun was a god who descended to earth to save them from suffering!
Tang Yongzhen was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
He struggled to straighten his tattered official robe, then bowed deeply towards Li Xijun, his voice choked with emotion:
"On behalf of the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi, and on behalf of the millions of people in Guangdong, I, Tang, thank the True Lord for saving my life! I thank the True Lord for his meritorious act of averting disaster!"
He was filled with mixed emotions. Two years ago, he was a dirty martial arts master in a martial arts school in Tianjin. A year ago, he was a young martial arts saint in the Golden Palace. Now, he has grown into a sage that he needs to look up to. He has even saved the entire Southeast. This strange encounter made him feel like he was in a dream.
Lin Huaijin, the head of the Ye family, and other family patriarchs were also deeply moved and could hardly contain themselves.
Looking towards their ancestral hall, they thought of the heroic spirits of their ancestors who had sacrificed themselves for it. They felt both grief and a sense of satisfaction that the value of their family's sacrifice had been realized.
"Ancestors—you can rest in peace now—Guangfu has been defended!" Lin Huaijin murmured to himself, his gratitude and awe for Li Xijun reaching their peak.
The cultivators and martial artists in the city looked up at Li Xijun with shocked and speechless eyes. In today's battle, Li Xijun displayed the supreme power of the Manifestation Saint True Lord, just like the young martial artists Meng Qifeng from Tianjin when they saw Li Boyan's Manifestation Saint Sword, they were not shocked or looked up to him.
In stark contrast to the jubilation within the city, the dozens of groups of cultists outside the city were plunged into utter collapse and chaos.
"The Heavenly King... The Heavenly King has been defeated?"
"The Son of God—how could he die?"
"Impossible! This is the devil's trick! It's an illusion!"
The pillar of faith collapsed, and the fanatical gaze was replaced by bewilderment, fear, and despair.
Some of the most devout fanatics could not accept reality and charged toward the city walls with frenzied roars, only to be easily shot dead by the defenders.
Many more dropped their weapons and fled in all directions like headless flies. The army formation completely collapsed, and countless soldiers trampled each other in the process.
The so-called "holy war" turned into a ridiculous farce and a complete defeat the moment it lost its divine representatives.
South China Sea, inside the Wanguo Mansion.
The image of Hong Tianwang dissolving in the Water Mirror Technique finally froze, and the room fell into a deathly silence.
Storm Angel's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The angel of light remained expressionless, but the cold glint in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within him.
The Mechanical Church's Churt slowly put the pipe back into his mouth, but forgot to light it. He just stared silently at the water mirror, his fat face no longer showing any of the previous ease and mockery.
After a long silence, Storm Angel finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "The Three Teachings United Space Restriction - Words Become Law - Pure Land Fist Seal - This Li Xijun's threat level must be reassessed."
The Angel of Light said coldly, "He is no longer just a threat, but a heretic who must be eliminated. His existence shakes our Lord's faith in this world."
Churt exhaled a breath of smoke without smoke, his voice low and somber: "The plan must be accelerated. This variable could affect the plans of all the churches, and even all the churches of the Western Continent, for another invasion."
The three looked at each other in silence, each seeing deep apprehension and murderous intent in the other's eyes.
Meanwhile, Situ Wenyan, who had been hiding somewhere in the South China Sea, clapped his hands and laughed heartily, as if he wanted to release all the pent-up emotions of the past few days:
"Hahaha...: Good! What a magnificent and sagacious Lord who has brought the three religions together!"
"The situation in the Southeast is now settled! I can finally breathe a sigh of relief!"
The capital city, at the top of the Forbidden City.
The old emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his cloudy gaze seemingly piercing through mountains and rivers, landing on the strange phenomenon in the southeastern sky that had not yet completely dissipated.
His face was filled with complex emotions: shock, relief, and a hint of indescribable loneliness.
"In just one year, he really did it—the Manifestation of the Holy True Lord—" the old emperor murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly, "I did not misjudge him, and the choice of the White Dragon descending from the heavens was indeed correct."
However, his gaze quickly turned deep and unfathomable.
The more dazzling the talent Li Xijun displays, the more intense the hatred and targeting she attracts.
The Church of the Seven Gods will never sit idly by and allow such a powerful force that threatens their very foundation to grow.
"The tallest tree in the forest will surely be felled by the wind."
The old emperor murmured, gazing towards the depths of the palace, towards the nine large tombs that were being secretly constructed. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. "It seems I must take this final step more quickly. Perhaps—this old tomb of mine can be used to draw everyone's attention, to buy him—some time."
A sense of tragic grandeur and equanimity, like that of a monarch dying for his country, permeated his aged heart.
For him, this was perhaps inevitable, and perhaps the best outcome.
Outside the cabinet office, Grand Secretary Wen Zhiyin leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance. The changes in the southeast direction naturally did not escape the notice of a highly learned scholar like him.
His face showed neither joy nor sorrow, only a soft sigh, his tone tinged with a mixture of emotion and complex feelings:
"Li Boyan, Li Boyan—you have truly taught a fine disciple. The student has surpassed the teacher, and far exceeds him. The world's格局 (geju, overall situation/structure) is likely to change because of him."
The waterside pavilion on the shore of Lifu Lake in Tianjin.
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A smooth black chess piece slipped from Li Boyan's fingers, fell off the chessboard, rolled a few times, and came to rest on the bluestone slab. The thin old man seemed to have all his mind taken away in an instant, staring blankly in the southeast direction, not even noticing the puzzled look of his old friend Zhang Fuhu opposite him.
Although Zhang Fuhu didn't understand why, seeing his old friend's expression, he knew that something earth-shattering must have happened, so he waited patiently.
After a long while, Li Boyan slowly withdrew his gaze. His face showed no excitement, but rather an indescribable calm and relief.
He bent down to pick up the fallen chess piece, gently placed it back in the chess box, then stroked his beard and chuckled, saying to Zhang Fuhu:
"General, do you still remember the vision you spoke of when you first brought Xijun to this waterside pavilion two years ago?"
Zhang Fuhu was slightly taken aback, then his tiger eyes widened as if he had realized something.
Li Boyan's smile deepened, and he even broke into a rare moment of laughter, his eyes glistening with tears.
"What you said back then, 'cultivating both martial arts and spiritual practice, becoming a Martial Saint True Lord'—it seems that it has come true now."
Not only that, this kid also casually killed a Sequence One angel.
Inside the waterside pavilion, Zhang Fuhu was taken aback at first, then the entire room was filled with his booming, unrestrained voice:
"Lord Boyan, you should thank me for pleading on your behalf back then, for he has achieved so much! Hahahaha..."
Wu Man's proud laughter rippled gently across the lake with the breeze.