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Chapter 296: Clearing the Mourning River, the Imperial City Falls (Part Two Unity)
Chapter 296: Clearing the Mourning River, the Imperial City Falls (Part Two Unity)
Wang Zhendong's expression was extremely grave. For centuries, no Demons had dared to offend the Imperial Capital.
The last time was six hundred years ago when a Demon King invaded. A sword flew out from the Thousand Dao Palace, slicing the Demon King to pieces outside the city walls.
The Demon King's blood flowed like a river, deterring many covetous Demons.
Now, Demons were daring to invade again, and the Imperial Capital was even seeking aid. Where was the True Person?
"Previously, there was the great battle in Liangzhou, followed by Youzhou, Qingzhou..."
Wang Zhenfeng's eyes flickered. Although he was not as gifted as Wang Zhendong in clearing the Mourning River, he was more familiar with the situation in the various provinces.
"I've long felt that these Demons were plotting something significant. The True Person has never shown up, which suggests there might be some hidden reason. It seems these Demons are truly planning to fight the Dayu Divine Dynasty to the death!"
Wang Zhenfeng's face turned cold. The Demons had not attacked the provinces again but instead launched a direct assault on Dayu, aiming to strike at the heart and swiftly crush the Imperial Capital.
"His Majesty has issued an edict, and we must respond. I will go immediately", Wang Zhendong said solemnly.
He glanced at the others and continued, "Zhenfeng, you stay here to guard Yunzhou and the Ancestral Hall. Zhenping, you come with me. Yongzhi, mobilize thirty thousand Zhao troops and head for the Imperial Capital as quickly as possible!"
The Wang Family's only openly acknowledged military force was the Ancestral Zhao Camp, which had not been disbanded. This was a gesture of respect from Emperor Yu.
Wang Yongzhi nodded. "I'll handle it here. Uncle Zhengdong, you must be careful. This time, it could be a Catastrophe!"
Wang Zhendong nodded, then turned to Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha. "Have someone keep an eye on the Merit Board and send some agents to investigate the situation inside."
If anyone falls, their name will be removed from the Merit Board. Now that they knew Li Hao's name in the Mourning River Battle Realm was Chong Er, they could monitor his status through the Merit Board.
Wang Yongzhi nodded in agreement.
Wang Zhendong said no more, looking at Wang Zhenping. "Fourth Brother, let's go."
Wang Zhenping nodded. With the situation so dire, he put aside his earlier concerns about his grandchildren being disciplined.
As they left, Wang Yongzhi quickly counted the troops and dispatched them.
...
In the Qingzhen Mourning River.
With Wang Zhendong and the others gone, the Small Town became eerily quiet.
Li Hao, who had been resisting the Hell Level Mourning River's power, let out a sigh of relief. His Divine Sense quickly spread over the entire Small Town, searching rapidly.
Soon, he found several hidden Wraiths scattered around the town, but their numbers were few.
Clearly, the Wang Family Dao Realm had already conducted a preliminary sweep.
Suddenly, Li Hao spotted a familiar figure in the Ancestral Hall.
Old Feng!
The plain yet slightly noble black robe was the one Old Feng usually wore.
He stood in the threshold of the Ancestral Hall, gazing out at the Small Town, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and deep thought, as if recalling something.
Li Hao's heart raced. His Divine Soul swiftly flew out, teleporting toward the Ancestral Hall.
His True Self remained in place, maintaining the Dao Domain to block the Hell Level Mourning River's erosion. Although no Wang Family members needed his protection here, if he left, the Mourning River could infiltrate the Small Town, accelerating its fusion and potentially altering the conditions for clearing it or causing other unknown issues.
With his Great Peace Dao Realm, many things were much easier in this Nether Realm Mourning River. For a typical Grandmaster Realm, even the Wraiths within the Small Town would be a significant challenge.
Whoosh!
The Divine Soul, shimmering with a crimson-golden Divine Flame, descended before the Ancestral Hall.
The Divine Light dimmed, revealing Li Hao's form. He said excitedly, "Old Feng!"
Feng Boping's gaze, which had been distant, now focused on Li Hao, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion.
"You are?"
Li Hao was momentarily taken aback but quickly realized that this was an incomplete soul fragment, likely lacking many memories. He hurriedly said, "It's me, Fishing, Fish Soup, Little Rat!"
"You helped me steal many Martial Techniques and Secret Manuals, and even a royal concubine's silk stockings..."
Li Hao rapidly recounted the small secrets Old Feng had only shared with them during their fishing trips.
Although he didn't know what the conditions were to pass through the Mourning River, helping Old Feng recall his memories would likely be beneficial.
"You even managed to get me a bottle of Divine Pills, specifically for enhancing physical strength. And once, during a fishing trip, you caught a Jiaolong, but it slipped off the hook. You were so angry that you beat it to death and couldn't sleep for days..."
Li Hao spoke quickly.
"Stop, stop, hold on a moment..."
The confusion in Feng Boping's eyes seemed to lessen, and he raised his hand to stop Li Hao, feeling a dull ache in his heart.
Slipped off the hook? How could it slip off the hook!
This kid is making things up!
Who is this kid, coming here to cause trouble, wait, I need to kill these intruders...
Wait, Little Rat?
Various thoughts raced through his mind. Feng Boping rubbed his forehead, feeling disoriented, but soon, fragmented memories flashed through his mind, and he was stunned.
He stared straight at Li Hao, his eyes widening in shock. "Hao, Li Hao?!"
Li Hao was surprised and delighted, not expecting Old Feng to remember him so soon. He nodded vigorously. "It's me!"
Feng Boping quickly recalled something and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I came to take you out of this place, to get you away from this hellhole", Li Hao said.
"You..."
Feng Boping was taken aback, his expression changing as he looked outside the Small Town.
When he saw the sky outside the Small Town, pitch black and devoid of light, his eyes seemed to glaze over again.
But he quickly snapped back to reality and immediately said to Li Hao, "Quick, you need to leave. You can't pass through, that thing is coming!"
"That thing?"
Li Hao glanced behind him at the approaching Hell Level Mourning River. "Is it that Mourning River, Old Feng? Do you know how to pass through it? Let me take you out of here."
"It's too late, I can't leave. It... it's after me. It has already reflected me, and part of my Obsession is trapped there. You won't be able to pass through."
Li Hao was shaken. The Hell Level Mourning River was after Old Feng. How could that be?
Old Feng, though powerful, was only a Fourth Establishment Realm existence. He wasn't strong enough to attract the attention of a Hell Level Mourning River.
After all, the Master of Dragon City, who had fallen, was only a Yudu Grade Deceased River, and the true Obsession behind the Dragon City Mourning River was the Enlightened Realm War God Yun Ge.
"Old Feng, are you sure? Is your Obsession really that deep?"
Li Hao couldn't help but ask.
If it were any other time, Feng Boping would have rolled his eyes in frustration, but now, his gaze was fixed on the approaching Hell Level Mourning River, his expression distant as he murmured to himself, "I don't know, but I know I'm searching for something, something very, very important..."
Li Hao was stunned, his mind quickly recalling the past.
By the lake, during their fishing trips, Old Feng had been almost completely open with him, sharing even the most dangerous secrets without reservation.
But he had never mentioned searching for something particularly important.
After all, everything he wanted, he had already stolen.
"Quick, leave. I can't be passed through. As long as I can't find that thing, I can't be freed."
Feng Boping suddenly withdrew his gaze and said to Li Hao, "While this place hasn't fully merged, you still have a chance to leave. It's more terrifying than you can imagine. Once you fall in, there's no hope of rebirth..."
“I want to try!”
Li Hao interrupted.
The Wraith of Ji Yunge had dissipated after spending too long in the Mourning River. If they gave up now, Old Feng’s missing soul fragment would be lost forever!
“Why are you so stubborn!”
Feng Boping became anxious when he heard Li Hao’s words. “If you delay any longer, you’ll die too!”
Li Hao said solemnly, “Old Feng, try to recall what you’re searching for, and I’ll help you find it!”
Feng Boping was taken aback, his eyes meeting Li Hao’s determined gaze. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked toward the dark glow.
At the edge of the Mourning River outside the Small Town, the dark power parted like a tidal wave, revealing a narrow path. Beyond the path lay another Small Town.
It was a mirror image, with the boundaries of both Small Towns perfectly aligned.
A figure in dark robes slowly approached from within the second Small Town, stopping just outside the boundary line.
The figure quietly observed Feng Boping, who in turn stared back, his expression changing.
Li Hao noticed that the approaching figure was also Old Feng, but his face was colder, his eyes filled with indifference and a hint of malice.
Li Hao felt a chill. Old Feng hadn’t been wrong; the Hell Level Mourning River had indeed reflected his obsession, changing the conditions for passage. This meant that the final outcome of the Qingzhen Mourning River could only be a fusion.
“Do you want to know what his obsession is? If you do, come and fish with me. Let’s see who catches the first one.”
The reflected Feng Boping’s obsession suddenly spoke.
Li Hao’s expression changed, feeling both unfamiliar and familiar.
“What are we fishing for?”
“You’ll find out when you come.”
Feng Boping’s obsession sneered.
Li Hao stared into his eyes, remaining silent.
Beside him, Feng Boping snapped back to reality and immediately warned, “Don’t listen to his lies. Don’t go over.”
Li Hao slowly turned his gaze away and shook his head slightly, saying:
“Wait for me.”
With those simple words, he stepped forward.
Feng Boping’s face changed, and he urgently said, “You’ll die!”
“Even if I die, I’ll bring you out!”
Li Hao didn’t look back as he walked toward the Feng Boping’s obsession outside the Small Town. “You protected me once, and I’ll protect you for life!”
Feng Boping froze, standing still as he watched the young man’s divine soul soar out.
Outside the Small Town, the Feng Boping’s obsession in the Hell Level Mourning River’s Small Town, his sneer faded slightly as he focused intently on Li Hao.
Li Hao reached the boundary of the Small Town and asked, “What are we fishing for?”
“A life!”
“A life?”
Li Hao’s expression turned cold. “You’re not talking about my life, are you?”
“Sort of, but not exactly.”
Feng Boping’s obsession replied coldly. “If you catch it, you live. If you don’t, you won’t even be able to leave.”
Li Hao’s eyes narrowed. His physical body was still maintaining the Dao Domain, fending off the invaders.
Although he hadn’t tried the token, he knew the Mourning River had undergone another transformation, and the exit might have shifted.
The previous exit had been difficult to open, and now, apart from the area his physical body was blocking, the Hell Level Mourning River had extended and deepened its fusion with the Small Town.
“Let’s do it, then.”
There was no turning back, and Li Hao didn’t waste words.
“Quite brave, aren’t you? Not worried I might trick you?” Feng Boping’s obsession asked.
“Worried, but I have no choice.”
Li Hao replied.
Feng Boping’s obsession said, “You could choose to save yourself. You had a chance just a moment ago.”
“You said a moment ago, and that chance is gone now. So stop stalling!”
Feng Boping didn’t argue further. “Since you’re determined to die, come over.”
Li Hao took a step forward, ready to erupt, transforming his divine soul into the Heaven and Earth Dharma Image.
But the surrounding dark power didn’t attack.
Feng Boping's eyes seemed to narrow slightly, clearly not expecting Li Hao to be so decisive in the face of life and death.
"Speak, how do we fish?"
Li Hao said coldly, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any potential attacks.
Feng Boping fell silent, and after a long moment, he said, "Use a genuine heart as bait to catch a life. You have already caught your own life; you have won."
"What?"
Li Hao was momentarily taken aback.
Feng Boping gazed at Li Hao and slowly continued, "This is his Obsession. He is searching for a genuine heart, the most precious thing in the world, and something he cannot steal!"
Li Hao was stunned, his voice tinged with surprise, "So, does that mean I've passed this trial?"
From his previous experiences with the Mourning River, Li Hao had gained a bit of insight. The requirements to pass through the Mourning River were varied.
During his first encounter with the Fengshan Mourning River, he had painted a picture that moved a mediocre artist to tears, allowing him to pass. The key was to resolve the artist's longing.
In the Dragon City Mourning River, the challenge was to dismantle Ji Yunge's Obsession and free him from the Mourning River's influence.
Now, in the Mourning River created by Old Feng, the key was a genuine heart.
These trials seemed to have little to do with martial prowess or realms, which explained why the Wang Family, despite their extensive research, had managed to pass through the Mourning River only a few times.
After all, unless one coincidentally encountered the right conditions, anyone else entering Old Feng's Mourning River would be at a loss.
Similarly, if he had not known Old Feng, he would not have been able to pass the trial.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, dark power surged from Feng Boping, enveloping him like a mist.
His expression changed, and a silver light erupted from his eyes, radiating a vast and majestic aura.
The aura made Li Hao's pupils dilate. For a moment, he felt a hint of the Holy Power he had sensed on the Ji Family's Sacred Bone!
"Want to abandon me? It's too late!"
Feng Boping's eyes glinted with cold light, and the silver light enveloped his dark power, which seemed to be trying to withdraw but was now restrained.
At the same time, the Small Town that had been projected behind him began to collapse and distort.
The environment no longer resembled the Qingzhen Mourning River; it kept shifting, one moment a gruesome cave filled with debris, the next a plain littered with armored corpses.
"Child, quickly leave."
Feng Boping suddenly said to Li Hao.
Li Hao glanced at him and swiftly retreated.
He seemed to sense what was happening.
If Old Feng's Obsession was a genuine heart, and he had resolved it, then he wasn't just passing the Qingzhen Mourning River. The Hell Level Mourning River that had been projecting the Small Town would also be affected!
Would it pass as well?
Li Hao couldn't help but wonder. Although it seemed incredible, he felt a glimmer of hope.
However, soon, Li Hao realized he had hoped too much. As he retreated, the Small Town and the terrain it had projected rapidly collapsed, transforming into an ancient path.
The path was shrouded in black mist, stretching endlessly into the distance, its end unseen.
But seeing this ancient path, Li Hao felt a chill. It was more terrifying than the Small Town it had replaced.
The path was strewn with bones, as if it had existed for countless ages, desolate and bleak.
"Town!"
Feng Boping's voice echoed from the black mist, cold and sharp, unlike the tone Li Hao was used to hearing.
The chaotic mist suddenly slowed, as if restrained by a powerful force.
"Child, farewell..."
Feng Boping's voice faded into the thick mist, which then dissipated.
In front of Li Hao, a notification from the Mourning River appeared:
【Permanently reduce the 'Silent Dao River of Death' by 10%, remove the 'Projection' rule, award 10,000 Virtue!】
Li Hao was taken aback. Ten thousand Virtue?
According to the Wang Family's estimates, destroying a Hell Level Mourning River would grant 10,000 Virtue, but he hadn't even destroyed it.
But a permanent reduction?
Li Hao looked at the silent ancient path, and suddenly it clicked. The Projection rule was gone, and it was permanently removed. This meant the Mourning River's power had diminished.
I just managed to clear the Qingzhen Mourning River by leveraging the Obsession reflected by the Rule.
However, the Hell Level Silent Dao River of Death seemed concerned that my success would affect the overall Mourning River, so it removed the Rule, rendering my clearance ineffective and only causing a weakening.
Does this Mourning River possess its own consciousness?
Li Hao took a deep look, then saw the power surrounding the Qingzhen Mourning River rapidly dissipating.
This power was primarily governed by the Rule, and now that the Rule had become ineffective, the power was vanishing.
Li Hao turned his head and saw Old Feng's figure floating over.
"You foolish child, you really are quite impulsive."
Feng Boping looked at Li Hao, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Li Hao smiled and saw another prompt from the Mourning River. The Qingzhen Mourning River had been cleared!
Moreover, clearing this Qingzhen Mourning River rewarded him with not 10,000 Virtue, but 20,000!
The prompt read:
Congratulations, Chong Er, you have cleared the Qingzhen Mourning River (Polluted).
Reward: 20,000 Virtue.
Adding the previous 10,000 Virtue, Li Hao had earned a total of 30,000 Virtue on this trip!
Wang Zhendong had spent years clearing the Mourning River and had only recently accumulated 10,000 Virtue!
If he had merely destroyed this Nether Realm Mourning River, he would have only received 100 Virtue.
Li Hao glanced around and then looked at Old Feng, grinning.
"Old Feng, now we can go home."
Feng Boping's eyes were complex as he deeply looked at him. "Yes, we can go home..."
...
At the same time, in the Imperial Capital of Dayu Province.
Wails and cries echoed everywhere, the ground covered in blood and corpses.
The majestic Imperial City, which had stood for thousands of years, was now stained red with blood. The moat surrounding the city, once filled with clear water, was now a deep crimson, with the bodies of well-armored soldiers and demons floating in it.
The city walls were shattered, and large gaps had been torn through them.
In the sky, figures were fleeing, but they were pursued and cruelly torn apart by the Demon King.
Many buildings within the city had been destroyed and set ablaze, the ground littered with the bodies of commoners, the toll of death and injury staggering, the entire city in mourning!
This city, the most fortified in the land, was protected by the world's strongest array, the Xuantian Divine Emperor Array!
But now, this array had been breached.
However, it wasn't the Demon King outside who had broken it. It was the Chen Family Generals stationed within the Imperial City, working from the inside to sabotage the array. They had been bribed and had knowledge of the array's workings, as the Chen Family had members in the Celestial Observatory who were familiar with the renowned Xuantian Divine Emperor Array. They had destroyed the array's patterns, rendering it inoperative.
Indeed, the Chen Family, one of the Five Divine General Manors, known for their peaceful stance, had betrayed!
Without the array's protection, the entire city was exposed to the demons. Despite the large number of soldiers stationed within, with a million troops permanently guarding the city, the lack of array protection allowed the demons to attack without restraint. The battle quickly spread throughout the city, causing widespread death and destruction.
At the first sign of the attack, the Imperial City activated the Eight Directions Flag to summon reinforcements from all directions.
However, while the Eight Directions Flag was fast, the fall of the Imperial City was even faster.
Many elderly figures who had been living in seclusion within the Imperial City also emerged to fight, numbering over thirty, a shocking number.
But they faced the Enlightened Realm Black-robed Youth and the Purple-striped Graceful Woman. The battle was short-lived, and they were quickly slaughtered, with only a few managing to flee.
The Black-robed Youth and the Purple-striped Graceful Woman leisurely continued their killing spree, while the elders of the various demon factions they had summoned cleared out the human population, determined to exterminate them all.
The two of them rampaged through the city, wreaking havoc without any top-tier powers to restrain them, as if they were merely playing a game.
At this moment, the entire Imperial City lay in ruins. Even within the majestic Imperial Palace, numerous buildings were shattered.
The Imperial Palace was also protected by the Xuantian Divine Emperor Array, but this time it was forcefully destroyed.
The divine emperor's illusory image, conjured by the array, was quickly torn apart before it could engage in battle for long, and the array itself shattered.
Boom! Boom!
The two elderly men, who had been hiding and fleeing, suddenly exploded.
The Black-robed Youth flew over, glanced at them, and casually drew their remains into his Heavenly Earth Space, planning to take them back as snacks.
Then, his gaze shifted to the Imperial Palace above, his eyes becoming solemn and wary.
A fierce battle was raging there, with various phenomena appearing in the sky, including wind, rain, and thunder. This was the Dao Law Realm battlefield, where a single word could create all things, and the law was the word—places that those at the True Person realm could not easily enter.
However, the combatants there were not the cane-wielding Respected Mo Yang, but rather five or six young figures.
They moved with ease, even jesting and teasing each other, yet their attacks were incredibly fierce, causing terrifying disturbances.
Boom!
One figure was thrown out and crashed onto the square, his Daoist robe torn and his appearance pitifully wretched.
His body was covered in blood, staining his robe red.
He struggled to get up, but as soon as a young man softly uttered the word "suppress", the Old Daoist's body fell back to the ground, and the earth beneath him cracked like a spider web, spreading in all directions.
Fighting six against one, his body was almost shattered.
"True Person..."
On the side of the square, dozens of figures stood there, unharmed but not daring to move.
Earlier, someone had tried to fight back, but was instantly killed with just a single word from one of the young men, his body exploding.
Not even a Fate-Reversing Opportunity or a Divine Soul could save them; they were directly slain.
Others tried to fight, but as more words were spoken, everyone who attempted to resist was similarly killed, their bodies exploding.
Even a Great Peace Dao Realm hidden top-tier expert was among them!
The enormous disparity made everyone deeply realize the terrifying gap between the Fourth Establishment Realm and the Enlightened Realm.
Despair enveloped everyone, and they could only place their hopes on the True Person.
Earlier, these playful young people had said they wanted the True Person to play with them, sparing one life for each move he could withstand.
These terrifying beings, who had appeared out of nowhere, treated the massacre as a form of entertainment!
However, now that the True Person had joined the battle, although the fight was intense, he was clearly at a disadvantage. He couldn't kill any of them, and it seemed he was now thoroughly defeated.
Despair, fear, sorrow, and resentment clouded everyone's faces.
This Divine Dynasty had stood tall for thousands of years, and this most sacred and solemn place had been so easily invaded and wantonly destroyed.
In the face of absolute power, they didn't even have the ability to resist.
It was like ants who had painstakingly built their homes, only to have a large foot suddenly stomp down, crushing all their efforts and hard work into nothing!
Ants!
Everyone felt like they were mere ants.
"Is our Dayu Divine Dynasty... about to fall?"
The people standing on the square had all been reinforcements from various regions, but they were now captured here.
Xia Linglong, Xia Yuanwu, and Li Muxiu were among them.
The Wang Family and others had not yet arrived, as they were the farthest from the Imperial Capital.
When Xia Linglong and the others arrived, they had expected a standoff battle relying on the array, but instead, they saw the entire city in ruins.
In front of these six terrifying young men and women, the city's armies and imperial guards were easily massacred, and the array was torn apart. In less than half a day, the Imperial Palace was occupied.
The power and foundation they had accumulated over the years seemed meaningless in the face of these six terrifying young people.
Beside the battlefield, Respected Mo Yang, holding his cane, felt a deep sense of dread.
Since the Holy Son had said he would go to slay that young man, he had returned without revealing the outcome, only telling them to wait.
Today, the other side brought six killers, all terrifying monsters.
He understood that the Holy Son must have paid a great price, and although the current situation was under control, the Holy Son's expression did not seem happy.
(End of Chapter)
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