Capítulo 801: Chapter 559: Secrets from 1,500 Years Ago Revealed

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Golden Armor Warrior, with a helmet, handsome features, and a stern expression, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“So, I’ve been discovered!”

In the next second, a breeze blew by, and the golden armor twisted, as the figure changed dramatically, making a crackling sound.

Soon, a tall figure appeared.

His hair was like dry grass, loosely tied with a red string, wrinkles carved trenches on his face, deep enough to catch falling snow, his half-squinted eyes showing whites as murky as old tea, and his gnarled fingers, thick-jointed and callused, like an old farmer wielding a hoe for a lifetime, yet his back was straight and tall, clad in a black Mystic Robe.

Despite his unremarkable, elderly appearance, he incited commotion among the troops around, the horses’ hooves rang in hasty disarray, their cold long blades pointed directly at him,

“Where is Jiang Wen?”

“Who are you?”

There were startled shouts, as they pulled reins and raised knives, establishing some distance, their blade tips poised at the suddenly appeared person, ready for a fight, as though a formidable enemy had arrived.

Yet, at the instant their blades aimed at him, they felt as if holding a knife against a colossal entity, and their blade tips trembled, unwillingly drooping downward.

“Why are you so on edge?”

“There never was a Jiang Wen.”

“It’s merely that this old man left some imprints in your memories.”

The suddenly appeared old man, facing the surrounding armored soldiers pointing their swords at him, did not appear any bit flustered, instead, the wrinkles on his face seemed to flower, as he chuckled softly and spoke nonchalantly.

Then, his clouded gaze lifted,

“Chen Xuntian, you’ve led your troops well, I’ve seen it all.”

Above, the moment Chen Yuan felt the old man’s gaze land upon him, a third eye between his brows suddenly opened, his voice turned grave, his eye golden-pointed,

“Who might you be?”

His Dharma Eye observed, yet an invisible barrier seemed to surround the old man, preventing him from probing any further, making Chen Yuan’s heart skip a beat.

And just from the man’s few words, he displayed enormous Divine Skills, being able to alter people’s memories out of thin air, planting a nonexistent person into their recollections.

The opponent stealthily hid among his troops, completely unnoticed, sending a chill down his spine, making his expression none too pleasant.

“I am Helian Mountain, sent by His Majesty to accompany the Patrol Angel, fearing you might encounter trouble, isolated and helpless.”

“Unexpectedly, the Patrol Angel harbored grand ambitions, seizing the chaos to campaign against the Devil Race in the Ten Thousand Mountains, showing courageous sacrifice, clearly praiseworthy.”

Helian Mountain appeared with a smiling endorsement, seemingly unfazed by the chill radiating from Chen Yuan, easing the tense atmosphere imperceptibly.

Chen Yuan interpreted his meaning, this old fox was sent by Emperor Wu, an existing Martial Saint.

And for anyone capable of Cultivation to such a level, there were few in the world, deeply insidious indeed.

But the words spoken by this man he didn’t believe even half a word of, when he was besieged by the Ten Fierce Clan elders and fought fiercely against the Undying King, this fellow didn’t show up, only now revealing himself under the Undying King’s detection and forced manifestation.

Chen Yuan sneered in his heart, at this old fox.

He waved his hand, acknowledged with a hum, signaling Old Man Dong and his subordinates to stay away, and come to his side.

His men immediately understood, rushing over to Chen Yuan’s position.

“We’re in deep trouble, deep trouble, causing such a scene.” Old Man Dong shot over, his small eyes darting around, assessing the situation on the field, already having his hair standing on end, now looking at the three sinister Undying Kings, then at the sudden appearance of the old Martial Saint, his hair stood up strand by strand, muttering under his breath, his heart pounding wildly.

Just standing there had them all on edge.

Especially the terrifying aura of the few Undying Kings, connecting into a single entity, causing those who just came out, unaware of the situation, to feel their hearts leap into their throats.

Even Yangshan, Yi Cangtian, and others all looked tense, their breathing grew noticeably heavy.

No one could remain calm before these terrifyingly strong beings.

At this moment, on the field, the three “legions” took stance, the White-clothed Monarch’s pitch-black pupils looked distant yet focused on Chen Yuan and Helian Mountain, like twin black holes, unfathomably dark,

“Are you two putting on a double act?”

Saying this, his gaze fell on Helian Mountain, his tone turned sinister and hoarse, as if awakening an Evil Ghost within,

“A court Martial Saint, looks like you’ve lived quite a few years, but never seen you, must be a later generation boy, yet you dare come here.”

While speaking, demonic qi erupted from his body, his white robes quickly dyed black, with an overwhelmingly domineering aura surging forth, black hair dancing wildly.

Yet Helian Mountain’s figure blurred, dismounting directly, striding forward, the void around him undulating invisibly, blocking the surging demonic qi three meters in front of him, seemingly strolling leisurely, with each step spreading a halo of light, colliding with the demonic qi, causing a booming sound like waves crashing.

In the midst, terrifying aura darted wildly, the waters below churned violently, Essence Qi roared, Chen Yuan raised his long spear in front to shield against the powerful turbulence, his eyes fixated intently on the mingling golden and black qi masses.

And within sight, Helian Mountain fearlessly faced the Undying Kings directly with his clouded gaze,

“Why the unnecessary conflict, you must be Luotianjun of the past!” His gaze first turned to the White-clothed Monarch,

“This gentleman should be Aniluo Arhat himself, according to records.” As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the Undying King draped in the Blood-colored Kasaya,

“As for this one, it’s been too long, and this old man’s memory isn’t too clear. In your days, your deeds should have been etched in stone, for generations to revere, only…”

He referred to the Undying King who had outed him earlier, shaking his head.

This Daqian National Master seemed knowledgeable about the secrets of yesteryears, speaking the old names of several figures.

Yet upon hearing the ancient names, the White-clothed Monarch seemed on the brink of losing control, his chest’s gaping blood holes revealed, his eyes shot out ghostly lights, his voice thunderous, agitating the waters into explosions below, abruptly cutting off,

“Do not bring up the past!”

“In those years when the former dynasty collapsed, living beings were tormented, luck restructured, heavens and earth transformed, causing Heavenly People to descend, we heeded your ancestral emperor’s words, aiding his ambition, supporting the dragons in resisting the Alien Race Heavenly People, and what did we get,”

“Boom” The void rumbled with this King’s roar, Essence Qi darted in chaos.

The White-clothed Monarch’s white robe turned pitch black, his Demon Body fierce, bristling with anger, recounting past events with each shout,

“We perished in battle, our bones left unburied, countless dead buried in this Burial Land, and we were sealed in this lightless place.”

“Never to reincarnate!”

“You deserve to die.”

As the words fell, the Undying King went berserk, the Blood-colored Demon Saber unsheathed, slashing directly at Helian Mountain, the Daqian National Master.

Battle erupted instantly.

Helian Mountain’s supposedly confident expression finally changed somewhat, both hands lifting a Bronze Cauldron, engaging fiercely with the Undying King.

As this unfolded, the remaining two Undying Kings let out wild demonic shrieks, joining the battle, escalating it to the skies over the grand city.

Inside, Helian Mountain’s cries rang out,

“The court was also hard-pressed back then, who would have thought you would resurge, and the Lower Realm passage must remain sealed, or…the consequences unthinkable….”

Below, Chen Yuan watched as the entire void shook, hearing stories buried for over a thousand years in the sands of time, his eyes flashing brightly.