Chapter 437 Star River

In the sky, the rivers of divine power surged and flowed. This majestic force, simply by crashing down, could cause enormous damage and impact on the human world. At a certain height, soft, flowing water was no different from the hardest steel.

There was no way to truly attempt a group attack.

If they chose to use all the power of the human world to launch a group attack against the water god Gonggong's challenge, then the Star Ring River surrounding the firmament could also crash down in an instant, physically splitting the human world in two. Countless aquatic creatures, already transformed into demons, would directly descend on every corner of the earth with weapons and the will to kill, instantly piercing through the current human world.

An idea that once existed in human science fiction novels.

A star ring garrison system surrounding the entire center of the planet, an absolute space fortress.

Completed ahead of time by the gods.

"Damn it, what is this, what is this!"

"When did this happen? When did there become rivers here? What is that place?!"

Modern Chang'an City, in a certain hotel.

Huo Qubing gripped the railing with both hands, his black and white eyes wide. As the seventeen-year-old Champion Marquis whose memories were currently frozen in time, this thing completely surpassed his understanding. Even the Hunnu royal court and the Divine Tree he had seen were not so outrageous.

Compared to this majestic and terrifying, imperially domineering Jianghai Star Ring, that tree was simply like a bundle of firewood tied together.

There were two single beds in the hotel room.

The nine-tailed fox, Su Yu'er, leaned lazily against the headboard, binge-watching a drama. Huo Qubing had many bad qualities of a young man in his character—mischievousness, extravagance, even during battles, he needed delicious food and wine, and he did not care for his subordinates. However, he also had a sense of justice and an unparalleled spirit.

Extremely extravagant, he loved to eat and drink, and he once poured imperial wine into a spring for all the troops to drink.

Thus, it became known as Jiuquan (Wine Spring).

During this time, he kept a respectful distance from Su Yu'er, who naturally exuded charm.

As a seedling taught by the Great General and Grand Marshal Wei Qing's iron fist, coupled with the example of Emperor Wu, Huo Qubing's will was like steel. Unless someone really offended Wei Qing, his reason, calmness, and the restraint taught by Wei Qing would dominate his thinking.

But if anyone bullied his uncle...

Then the circuit in Huo Qubing's mind would be directly replaced—

"MD, I'll kill him!"

At this moment, he was lying on the window, wishing he could pop his eyeballs out, murmuring, "Impossible, impossible, how did Chang'an become like this? Why? This should be Chang'an."

Su Yu'er rarely didn't click VIP to skip after watching an episode.

Lying on the soft quilt, she supported her chin with one hand.

Her eyes looked at the young general over there.

This guy was tricked into changing into modern clothes, but he refused to get a haircut. Tying it up was too conspicuous, so it became a ponytail hanging down. Even so, Huo Qubing still looked tangled, almost crying, as if he had made a huge sacrifice. After all, this hairstyle, in the eyes of people in the Han Dynasty, was no different from being disheveled.

Relying on the name of cosplay, coupled with the Tu Shan family's upbringing, she easily concealed the doubts of outsiders, and secretly informed Lady Nüjiao. The latter's reply made Su Yu'er feel annoyed. It seemed that because she had shown timidity in front of the museum owner before, Lady Nüjiao was very dissatisfied, and actually wanted her to take this Huo Qubing around randomly.

But when would Lady Nüjiao give such detailed action plans?

Even writing out what strategy to choose when encountering what situation...

Su Yu'er blinked her eyes, looking at the shocked young general, thinking about the experiences of the past few days, still unable to believe that the world had changed so much, but the famous general after the end of the Divine Era of Shenzhou had actually brought her back to the location of Chang'an.

This guy…

Did his head crash into a Sinan disk, or did the navigation system become精 (spirit/demon)?

After thousands of years, he could still find the way?

Along the way, he also discovered the mountain gods who were secretly protecting them, his vigilance was so strong that it was outrageous.

He fought the Taiqi Mountain God three times.

The first time, he was almost instantly defeated, but by the third time, he was able to fight the Taiqi Mountain God, who was a strong expert in his realm, for ten rounds without being defeated. Even though the Taiqi Mountain God naturally held back, Huo Qubing was only seventeen years old, and his rate of improvement in such a short period of time was terrifying.

He even learned a sword technique from the Taiqi Mountain God.

"Where is this place?"

While Su Yu'er was absentmindedly thinking, a shout brought her back to her senses. She raised her head, and the young general's heroic face was in front of her, his black hair messy, his eyes clear and bright. For some reason, he looked like a big puppy, harmless and curious.

But this was one of the strongest generals of Yanhuang. It was unbelievable that those heroes who were great and glorious symbols in history books were actually so young when they established such achievements that were praised by later generations. Were they just teenagers?

Su Yu'er lazily said, "What 'where'?"

The nine-tailed fox lay on the soft bed, her right foot raised, her body curves as soft as white clouds.

Her eyes were gentle, and her voice was like a feather scratching her palm.

Even without using magical powers, the charm of this clan was very powerful.

Huo Qubing subconsciously moved his gaze, but still relied on his strong willpower to directly resist the charm of the nine-tailed fox level. He collected the experiences of this period of time, and even though he had experienced great changes, he still made his own judgment—"This seems to be Shenzhou."

"The culture here has a part that belongs to my Great Han, but this is not Great Han."

"My senses tell me that I have returned to Chang'an, but there is something wrong here."

"This is not Chang'an."

Su Yu'er supported her chin, looking at the young man in front of her. For the first time, she felt that the young strategist who revived him was actually a rather indifferent person at heart. Or rather, those guys who had the world and its people in their eyes, were they no longer so concerned about specific individuals?

She replied, "The place you are in is Great Han."

"Impossible!" Huo Qubing retorted decisively.

"This place cannot be Great Han!"

Su Yu'er looked at the young general in front of her and said, "Okay, let's say I didn't say it quite correctly. Then, this place is too far away from Great Han. Even a general like you can never go back."

"Impossible!"

Huo Qubing answered these three words again.

His eyes were stubborn, but his expression was calm and composed. He said:

"Don't worry that I won't be able to withstand such a distance. I am a son of the Han, a general of the Great Han. Even if I die, I will return to the Great Han. No matter how far the distance is, I will go back. Even if I have to crawl, I will return to that land."

"Is that so?"

"Too bad, you are far away from your Chang'an City."

Su Yu'er's eyes were filled with pity, and her voice became soft:

"It's been a full two thousand two hundred years..."

……………………

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu and Wei Yuan sat facing each other, the atmosphere in the air as oppressive as if it were filled with lead.

The Chang'an Sword had not yet been forged, and as a peak combat power, they could not yet make a move. Their move was equivalent to agreeing to start a war with Gonggong at this moment. But now, Gonggong's challenge was full of momentum, and the water system had already begun to riot naturally. Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the old Heavenly Master in front of him, and said:

"Qingqiu Fox Country…"

The old Taoist said, "We can contact them, but the God Who Supports the Heavens has separated Qingqiu Country."

"He forcibly pushed the small world where Qingqiu Country is located away from the human world."

"Now, Chi You's body is rioting because of the aura he left behind. The casualties in Qingqiu Country are still unknown, but Nüjiao seems to be unable to free her hands right now."

Zhang Ruosu raised his head, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "Moreover, when fighting the water god Gonggong, no matter what, the rivers in the sky will inevitably be impacted, and some will fall into the human world. This is inevitable..."

"This is not Gonggong's attack, but a disaster caused by the natural dissipation of power."

"You and I cannot make a move yet. If we make a move, it means that Gonggong can also make a move."

"If Gonggong makes a move, it means that the process of flooding Shenzhou has begun. No matter what, all the cultivators will make a move in this battle. We will try to control this disaster, but we will hardly be able to spare our hands to do other things. As for the casualties, we can only say…"

He paused, and the old Heavenly Master said calmly:

"The Taoist disciples will all die before the common people."

"That's all."

Behind the old man, the chef who had always had his territory snatched by Wei Yuan also packed his bags. He smiled honestly: "Well then, Heavenly Master, the kitchen is cleaned up. Do you two want to use it? I've cleaned up and cut all the side dishes for you."

"The tables are all cleaned up too. You can clean them up and continue to use them later. And there's a pocket under the table where you put things. There are a few coins in it. If Heavenly Master, you really have all your money deducted, you can go and take it."

"The electric stove in the kitchen is a little broken. Heavenly Master, you should change it later."

"Besides, you're getting old, so you should drink less wine. That stuff is bad for your health."

"As for the Uncle-Master, about that matter before, I was actually wrong. I've just been stubborn all these years. We old Taoists are like this, and I've just been dragging it on until now..."

Chatty and nagging.

Finally, the middle-aged man who didn't look like a Taoist knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily:

"Well then, Teacher."

He smiled brightly: "Disciple, is going down the mountain!"

He turned and walked down the mountain, laughing loudly: "May the Qi of the Heavens be cleared!"

Ah Xuan cupped his hands and bowed deeply, and said softly, "Senior Brother, Junior Brother is also going down the mountain..."

"Mm."

The old Heavenly Master's back seemed to finally resemble that of an old man approaching three Jiazi (180 years), becoming more and more bent.

Longhu Mountain was already silent and quiet, with no more human voices.

In this once prosperous ancestral land of Taoism, black plaques hung like rain in the Ancestral Hall, quietly watching this mountain.

May the Qi of the Heavens be cleared.

May my Tao flourish day by day.

ps: Today's first update...

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