I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

boom!

Golden light surged forth from the doorposts and door panels like a tide!

It was not an aggressive outburst, but a vast, majestic, and righteous divine power, like an invisible tsunami, that instantly swept across the entire secret realm battlefield!

The dozen or so monsters at the forefront seemed to have crashed into a red-hot iron wall, letting out extremely mournful howls, their bodies emitting black smoke, and then rapidly melting and dissipating in the golden light!

The battle spirit formation that pressed down on the squad, condensing a thousand years of fighting spirit and murderous aura, froze abruptly the moment the golden light descended upon them!

It was like a raging torrent crashing into an ancient, unyielding mountain.

All the battle spirits, whether ordinary soldiers or the mounted general, had their ghostly blue soul flames flickering violently in their eye sockets.

Golden light slowly condensed.

Under the shocked gazes of Wei Zhixing and the others, behind Zhou Kai and Ming Chen, who were carrying door panels on their backs, two golden-armored divine figures, each twelve feet tall and as solid as real people, slowly emerged!

On the left is Qin Qiong, with a face like a red date, phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, holding a golden mace with a tile-shaped surface, exuding awe-inspiring power.

On the right is Yuchi Gong, with a dark face and a bushy beard, his eyes wide with anger, and a bamboo-jointed steel whip in his hand, exuding a murderous aura.

The two illusory guardian figures did not look at the monsters, but instead cast their majestic gazes at the battle spirits that had formed a battle formation.

Especially that war spirit general.

"Well……"

The illusory warhorse beneath the War Soul General thrashed restlessly, his long spear hanging low, his empty eye sockets fixed on Qin Qiong's phantom image, his soul fire pulsating violently.

Suddenly, he did something that surprised everyone.

Snapped!

The war spirit general dismounted, staggered forward a few steps, and knelt on one knee in the direction of Qin Qiong's phantom!

Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of battle spirit soldiers behind him, who had formed a battle formation, were also drawn by an invisible force, and with a whoosh, they all knelt down on one knee!

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence, except for the uneasy growls of the remaining monsters.

The War Soul General raised his head. Although he had no flesh and blood, his "gaze," formed from condensed soul fire, was filled with indescribable excitement.

"This humble general...is...Han...Tieyi...a lieutenant general of the Anxi Protectorate of the Great Tang Dynasty..."

Han Tieyi spoke each word slowly and with great difficulty.

"May I ask... Your Excellency..."

His gaze shifted between the phantoms of Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, finally settling on Qin Qiong, his soul fire burning fiercely.

"But... Duke Hu... General Qin... in person?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in Wei Zhixing's team was deeply shocked!

These battle spirits actually recognized the door god Qin Qiong?!

That's right! Although the practice of Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong becoming door gods gradually became popular after the Tang Dynasty, Qin Qiong, as one of the twenty-four meritorious officials of Lingyan Pavilion, Duke of Hu, and General of the Left Martial Guard, was already a legend in the army!

This Commandant Han was a border general of the Tang army, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to recognize Qin Qiong's appearance!

Qin Qiong's illusory face was dignified, and he did not respond, but simply "watched" the kneeling war spirit.

Captain Han Tieyi didn't seem to expect the "god" to speak.

He remained kneeling, his soul fire trembling, and asked the second question, the one that had haunted him for a thousand years, each word dripping with blood:

"This humble general... and his 827 brothers... were ordered by Commander Gao... to cross the snow-capped mountains... but were surrounded by demons... and fought a bloody battle here..."

"May I ask... Your Excellency..."

"In the sixth year of the Tianbao era... Commander Gao... launched an expedition to Little Bolu... was it... a success?"

"Can Tibet...retreat?"

"Is the Western Region... safe?"

"Is my Great Tang Dynasty... safe and sound?!"

The last four questions, each louder than the last, were uttered in hoarse voices, encapsulating the unwavering thoughts and concerns of the 827 Tang soldiers buried in the snow-capped mountains!

They didn't care why they had become War Spirits, nor did they care about fighting these monsters for eternity.

What they care about is whether the expedition they were unable to participate in all the way back then was a victory.

What they cared about was whether the Tang Dynasty's borders, which they had defended with their lives, were safe and secure.

What they cared about was whether the Tang Dynasty behind them still stood tall and majestic.

At this moment, the secret realm was completely silent, with only the distant sound of tattered banners fluttering in the wind.

Wei Zhixing felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his nose tingled.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, stepped forward, bypassed the protective phantom of the gatekeeper, and faced the kneeling captain directly.

He straightened his back and, in as clear and solemn a voice as possible, said loudly:

"Captain Han!"

"In the sixth year of the Tianbao era, General Gao Xianzhi led his army on a long march of ten thousand miles, crossing the Tanju Ridge, capturing Lianyun Fort, and divine soldiers descended upon Nieduo City, capturing the Little Bolu King and the Tibetan princess alive, achieving a great victory!"

Wei Zhixing paused, looking at the captain whose soul fire was leaping wildly in his eye sockets, and said each word with unwavering resolve:

"In this battle, Tibet was terrified, the kingdoms of the Western Regions returned to submission, the Silk Road was reopened, and the might of the Tang Dynasty was displayed west of the Pamir Mountains!"

The words fell.

Dead silence.

Captain Han Tieyi stared blankly at Wei Zhixing, the soul fire in his eyes suddenly bursting out with an unprecedentedly bright light!

"Heh...heh heh..."

His soul began to tremble violently, emitting sounds that were both crying and laughing.

"They won...they won...Gao Shuai won..."

"The Western Regions are at peace... May the Great Tang Dynasty triumph!!!"

"We have no regrets even if we die!"

"Okay...okay...okay!!!"

Han Tieyi said "good" three times in a row, each word as if he had used all his strength.

As he uttered those three "good" words, the intense and terrifying aura surrounding him began to dissipate bit by bit.

Behind him, hundreds of battle spirits, though unable to speak, collectively pounded the ground with their fists, their soul fires burning fiercely, as if silently shouting and cheering!

Throughout the entire secret realm, all the Tang army battle spirits that sensed this scene stopped moving, facing the entrance, and stood solemnly.

A thousand-year obsession, resolved in a single day.

The last driving force that sustained them in their fight had dissipated.

But at the same time, a purer and brighter light began to emerge from the depths of their souls.

That is the tranquility after liberation, the peace after a long-cherished wish has been fulfilled.

The intense malevolent aura and death energy that had originally enveloped them slowly dissipated, and their ferocious ghostly eyes gradually became peaceful and clear. Although they were still spirits, they had lost some of their resentment and gained more solemnity and dignity.

Han Tieyi slowly stood up. Although his face was illusory, everyone seemed to see a relieved smile on his face.

"Thank you for informing me."

"This humble general... and his brothers... can... rest assured now."

As he spoke, Han Tieyi looked at the phantom of Qin Qiong, then at Wei Zhixing and the others, and finally his gaze fell on the two doorposts, as well as the Spring Festival couplets and door god statues on them.

His soul power perception made him understand something.

"The core of this secret realm lies on the altar."

He pointed to the broken bluestone altar in the center of the battlefield.

"That fish-shaped token was my troop deployment token. It has now merged with the 'Kunlun Jade Marrow,' a rare treasure guarded by the demon. Take the fish-shaped token, and the secret realm will open up on its own. The demon will disappear, and we... can finally rest in peace."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhixing quickly clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "This junior, Wei Zhixing, the Night Watchman of the Great Xia Dynasty, pays his respects to Captain Han and all the heroes! We have come here to investigate this secret realm and eliminate the hidden dangers. We wonder... how to retrieve the fish-shaped tally?"

Han Tieyi gave Wei Zhixing a deep look but did not answer.

Then he looked up at the blood-red battlefield where they had fought for thousands of years, and at the monsters that dared not step forward because of the pressure from the gatekeepers. A last sharp glint flashed in his soul fire.

"This place is filthy...it is not fit for human habitation."

"Now that our compatriots from later generations have arrived here, and with the divine protection of Duke Hu and Duke E... we... will lend you our final assistance!"

Having said that, he suddenly turned around and raised the illusory long spear in his hand high:

"Great Tang! Elite Anxi Warriors!"

"Follow me... and kill!"

"kill!!!"

Eight hundred battle spirits roared in unison, their voices shaking the secret realm!

Instead of forming a battle formation, they transformed into streaks of light, charging madly towards all the monsters on the battlefield!

Boom boom boom boom!

The ghostly blue soul fire and the monster's black blood kept exploding, weaving together a tragic and magnificent scene.

Wei Zhixing and the others watched in awe, their hearts filled with respect.

This is the final, poignant swan song of the Tang Dynasty's border troops.

A few minutes later.

The monster's final roar abruptly ended.

The entire secret battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The bloodthirsty aura that had lingered for millennia began to dissipate rapidly.

At the same time, the souls of Han Tieyi and the eight hundred Anxi warriors transformed into pure golden streams of light, flowing like rivers into the sea, all heading towards the fish talisman that emitted a dark golden light!

The fish-shaped talisman trembled violently, emitting a bright, dark golden light, as if it were cheering and welcoming.

Buzz!

Golden light continuously flowed into the fish-shaped talisman. With each infusion, the talisman's light became more solid, and its aura became even more ancient and profound.

The seven-colored bead that was entangled with it emitted a silent lament and quickly dimmed!

As the last golden ray of light merged into the fish-shaped talisman...

boom!

The fish-shaped talisman burst forth with unprecedentedly brilliant golden light, soaring into the sky, while the seven-colored bead completely disintegrated and vanished into nothingness.

At the same time, the entire secret realm began to shake violently!

The earth cracked, and black fissures appeared in the sky.

The secret realm is about to collapse!

"Now! Take the fish tally!" Wei Zhixing snapped out of his shock and shouted sharply.

Master Songyun and Master Yuyang reacted the fastest. They simultaneously made hand seals, and two streams of true energy shot out like bolts of lightning, heading towards the fish talisman that was floating in mid-air and whose golden light was gradually fading.

The fish-shaped talisman seemed to sense something and did not resist. It obediently followed the true energy and fell into a specially made jade box that Wei Zhixing had hurriedly taken out.

The jade box lid blocked out most of the aura, but one could still feel the immense power contained within.

"Retreat! Retreat from the secret realm quickly!" Wei Zhixing shouted, clutching the jade box tightly to his chest.

No one dared to delay and they ran back to the entrance they had come from.

When they finally emerged from the beam of light, looking disheveled, and returned to the biting winds of the Kunlun Mountains...

Rumble!!!

The enormous, multicolored pillar of light behind them, hundreds of meters in diameter, shattered like broken glass, collapsing inwards!

Finally, it transformed into a dazzling point of light, flashed, and disappeared completely.

The only remaining traces are the marks left by the plowing of energy and the howling of the cold wind.

The secret realm has completely vanished.

Wei Zhixing held the jade box in his arms, gazing at the empty valley, remaining silent for a long time.

He could still hear Han Tieyi's last words echoing in his ears: "Great Tang! Anxi elite warriors..."

The wind and snow intensified.

Yet, it couldn't dispel the heavy respect and inexplicable sadness in my heart.

The wind and snow intensified.

Yet, it couldn't dispel the heavy respect and inexplicable sadness in my heart.