Chapter 28: The Weight of Moon Fairy's Emotions

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  They say: When gods fight, it's up to the boss.

  This sentence is quite concise, after all, a quasi-saint level powerhouse, if given enough time, he can slaughter millions of cultivators.

  The great army of Jiuli was like this: after Xiang Yu was defeated and captured in battle, the dragons were without a leader, and they became disordered and chaotic.

  In the end, the Jiuli army was just a post-heavenly formation of witches, while the coalition forces were pieced together from various tribes. The good and bad are not equal, and military discipline is limited. The true ancient witch tribe, however, was all formed from the scattered essence of Pangu, born to be warriors. Only such witch tribe warriors truly deserve the four words "topping the sky and standing on the earth". In those years, during the Witch-Yao Great Calamity, twelve ancestral witches died in battle, and the remaining witches, under the leadership of Da Wu, transformed their grief and anger into strength, continuing to engage in a bloody struggle with the endless Yao tribe warriors.

  But at this moment, Xing Tian and Jiu Feng felt deeply powerless.

  The battlefield was in chaos, with the Xuan Yuan army and the Jiuli coalition forces mixed together across the entire plain.

  Originally, it was a stalemate, but when the Jiuli witches scattered among the millions of Allied forces lost their will to fight, the entire situation changed.

  Xuanyuan gave the order to collect the rebel troops after Chiyou's defeat, and countless Xuanyuan soldiers were in high spirits. The pressure that had been shrouding them disappeared, and their superior military quality was also brought into play. Almost every second, a large number of Jiuli coalition forces were killed or surrendered.

  The four Xuan Nü beside Xuanyuan continuously used their divine techniques and immortal methods to heal the wounded soldiers of Xuanyuan.

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  The Xuan-Yuan warrior who was finally able to vent his emotions was like a wolf that had entered a flock of sheep, revealing his ferocious side.

  The Xuan Yuan Huangdi, who led by example, had a treasured sword stained with blood all over his body and face, which was filled with the blood of either his enemies or himself. However, that majestic figure did not appear ferocious, but rather exuded an aura of dominance over the world.

  It is unknown who started it, but from the first soldier of the Jiuli Allied Army putting down his weapon and kneeling on the ground shouting "Surrender", groups of rebels fell to their knees one after another.

  The Xuan Yuan warriors also adhered to the discipline of not killing those who surrender.

  They even specially separated a group of soldiers to manage the surrendered Jiuli warriors, to prevent any witches from mixing in and causing chaos.

  A short while later.

  The noisy battlefield has finally quieted down. Xing Tian Jiufeng knew that the situation was already gone, and he had long taken the remaining part of the Wu people back to the Jiuli tribe, leaving behind most of the human tribe warriors who were attached to the Jiuli tribe. These people originally had a certain awe for the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, so it didn't take much effort to collect them.

  Guang Chengzi and other Xianmen people were all helping to treat the wounded warriors of the human tribe, but there was already a lot more leisureliness between their eyebrows.

  After all, the outcome of the war has been decided!

  At this moment, Xuan Yuan stood quietly on a small hill, his feet on the dark land that had been dyed red with blood, which had solidified in the gusts of cold wind. Broken military flags were scattered all over the plain, and Xuan Yuan watched as the soldiers busily collected the bodies of their comrades and gathered up the spoils of war. Although they were already exhausted, some having lost loved ones, they still chatted cheerfully.

  "If I fail, at this moment, my billions of clansmen would have been slaughtered by the Jiuli Witch people!"

  "Alas, Chi You, you are not the Heaven-ordained Emperor after all. The one who truly holds the Mandate of Heaven is me!" A gleam of sharp light flashed in Huangdi's tiger-like eyes. With this battle, his merit for killing the Emperor would be complete. For some reason, a thought began to rise in his heart - to reclaim himself. And at that moment, it seemed as if he was about to attain enlightenment.

  But said that the Ziwei Emperor sealed and imprisoned Chiyou, then transformed into a stream of light.

  The Ziwei Emperor's position, which was established by the power of the stars and constellations of the Zhou Tian, brought him not only immense stellar magical powers, nor the eternal and indestructible power of the Heavenly Emperor's throne, but also allowed the Ziwei to comprehend the secrets of the Zhou Tian stars and constellations at all times, exploring the truth of the Great Way.

  At this moment, it's better to say teleportation than flight.

  That's right!

  Zhang Zilong's Violet Shadow Clone can instantly arrive at any place under starlight.

  His three incarnations, each with a different understanding of the great way, converged on Zhang Zilong's true body, which is actually a different path to the same destination. The Purple Emperor understood the secrets of the stars and constellations in the celestial circle, his magical powers were boundless, almost infinite. The Lord of Yan sat in the underworld, gathering infinite karma to cultivate his ghostly body, feeling the causal power of reincarnation in the cycle of life and death. Lu Pan was much simpler, just accumulating merit for Zhang Zilong, with an iron face and no selfishness for billions of years, judging people's good and evil, determining their reincarnation.

  Ziwei Emperor after all bears the responsibility of guarding the sky outside the sky.

  Fell into Xuanyuan's camp, handed over the sealed and unconscious Chiyou to the guards, and returned to the Tianwai Tianziwei Star Palace.

  At this moment.

  Zhang Zilong, with injuries more severe than when he fought Taiyi back then, barely flew to the Moon Star and only saw a snow-white figure flying anxiously towards him before passing out.

  When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a delicate and fragrant boudoir.

  "Wow, this is Chang'e's boudoir..."

  Feeling that his injuries were still severe, Zhang Zilong quickly put away his distracting thoughts and sat cross-legged with difficulty.

  At this moment, his meridians were in a mess, and the operation of his Xuan Gong was quite laborious, accompanied by a piercing pain.

  "Hiss! The meridians throughout his body were almost completely blocked, especially at the chest area, and even the spiritual energy of the Immortals couldn't be absorbed!"

  "Huh? Not good! The origin of my divine soul has also been damaged! My soul is wavering, no wonder I fainted!" It turned out that Chi You Pangu's true body was actually a postnatal condensation, and it was cast with the mixed blood of the witch tribe's innate turbid energy. Every move he made carried the innate turbid energy that polluted people's divine souls, let alone Zhang Zilong's hard resistance to Chi You's massive attacks, which had already deeply invaded his divine soul!

  At this time, Zhang Zilong discovered that there was a group of cool white energy lurking in his primordial spirit.

  "What is this? The essence of the moon! How can there be so much lunar essence in my primordial spirit?" By reason, under the influence of turbid air, Zhang Zilong relied on his own awakening, and it's likely that thousands of years would have passed, but thanks to the purifying effect of this lunar essence, he was able to awaken in just a few hours. The lunar essence is the treasure of the moon star, one of the three pre-heavenly sacred waters for healing injuries, the other two being the Three Light Divine Water and the Condensed Dew of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

  Zhang Zilong also knew about the Moon Flower Water, but a problem arose.

  This moonlight water is just a small pool under the Moon Star Osmanthus tree, and it's fundamentally impossible for it to be abundant enough to resist the turbid aura of that Pan Gu's true body.

  Zhang Zilong had been to Moon Star before and had seen that pool of water, which was only one meter square.

  "What's going on?"

  Feeling the essence of the moon's aura that was always present, Zhang Zilong's heart was filled with doubts.

  At this time, a stunning figure slowly walked in.

  Only to see, her hands were as soft as jade, her skin was as smooth as condensed fat, her neck was like a lotus root, her teeth were like shells, her hair was like a cloud, she walked gently with lotus steps, and a faint fragrance came rushing towards me. In her hand, she held a pure bottle, it was the Moon Palace Fairy Chang'e.

  However, at this moment, her face was as pale as paper.

  The space between the eyebrows is exhausted and unbearable, as if it were a phenomenon of insufficient qi and blood.

  She saw Zhang Zilong had awakened, and her beautiful eyes revealed an inexpressible joy. "Yulóng, you're awake?"

  Zhang Zilong felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the room: "Sister, what's going on?"

  "No! What you're holding in your hand, isn't it the Moonlight of Osmanthus?" Zhang Zilong was injured, but his mind was still clear. The moonlight that Chang'e held in her hand was indeed the moonlight, but unlike ordinary moonlight, the moonlight in the bottle had a hint of pure and refined spiritual energy.

  "Chang'e! What have you done!"

  Zhang Zilong grasped Chang'e's hand and activated his weak Nine Turns of the Mysterious Skill to examine her body. He only felt that beneath this beautiful body, there were signs of exhaustion! This immortal's exhaustion was a sign that both her primordial spirit and physical body were simultaneously weakening. If Zhang Zilong hadn't been injured, it would have been fine, but at this moment, he could only watch as the flame of life slowly extinguished before his eyes!

  "Is this moonlight your vital energy?"

  Zhang Zilong's mind was in disarray, Chang'e was just an ordinary female immortal, how could she possibly use her vital energy to condense the moon's splendor?

  Chang'e smiled tiredly, and her pale face actually flushed with a hint of red. She gently placed the vase on the bedside table and gently patted the crown prince who was holding her hand.

  It's possible that Zhang Zilong was the first person to touch Chang'e's body. I'm sure you're all curious, wasn't Hou Yi incompetent? Well, it's not quite like that. The union between Chang'e and Hou Yi wasn't as beautiful as the myths say. Back then, the human tribe was a vassal of the Hou Tu tribe, under the protection of the Wu tribe, providing some simple labor.

  Chang'e, being the most beautiful woman in the human world, naturally would not have a fate of her own.

  The elderly people of the human tribe discussed and married this famous beauty to Hou Yi, a great shaman of the Hou Tu tribe. Chang'e had a cold personality and was weak in strength, but she did not resist. Fortunately, Hou Yi was a rough man who had no interest in men and women, so they got along well and lived a life where they appeared harmonious in public but each went their separate ways in private.

  Until Zhang Zilong appeared, that sentence: "Ugly Han, let go of the girl! Let me come first!" really shocked Chang'e's weak and small heart.

  Afterwards, this handsome and lively younger brother of the same human tribe left a deep impression in her heart.

  After entering the Guanghan Palace, hundreds of years of careful care.

  Pangu's true body unleashed a world-destroying attack, and Weiyan, who had rushed forward without regard for his own life to block the blow.

  Perhaps even if she exhausts herself and burns out her life, as long as she can save this strange man, she would be willing to do so.

  "Chang'e, you..."

  Zhang Zilong was speechless for a moment, and his mind was filled with chaotic memories. "Why...you're like this, how can I save you?"

  Chang'e smiled faintly: "If one of us is destined to disappear, wouldn't it be better if I were the one to die?"

  Zhang Zilong felt something choking in his throat, the pain rising in his heart almost overshadowed the injuries to his body and yuan Shen, making him almost cry out in agony.

  Gently embracing Chang'e in his arms, "The Crown Prince will not let you die."

  Chang'e snuggled into his arms and softly responded with a gentle "Mm-hmm."