Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

A moment passed in the blink of an eye.

The witch god's power to penetrate the mortal world could no longer be maintained and receded like the tide.

His deep, unparalleled eyes fell upon Luo Chen once more, carrying a hint of meaningful expectation:

"Young man, I hope that when we meet again, you will be a true saint."

"Otherwise, with your current strength, you wouldn't be able to deal with Mad Tuo or pacify the Nine Provinces."

The words fell.

Suddenly, an immense and unparalleled suction force erupted from the main altar of Wushen Mountain.

Like an endless black hole, it swallowed and swirled up the billowing black mist.

next moment.

There was no trace of any witch god followers left on the entire Wushen Mountain, and the gloom that had lingered there for years and was shrouded in black mist was swept away.

The sacred mountain, once shrouded in darkness, has finally shed its disguise and revealed its most authentic face.

—Green waters and verdant mountains, their emerald hues reaching into the clouds.

The rulers of the three northern kingdoms turned deathly pale in an instant, their faces devoid of any color.

The panic in my heart surged like a tide, only to be firmly suppressed by an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

The sorcerer god has abandoned them!

Now that things have come to this, what else can they do?

The only option was to surrender, hoping to secure a glimmer of hope for the lives of the people and soldiers under their rule.

Who could have imagined that, at the critical moment of the Great Feng Dynasty's survival, there would be someone who could borrow the power of a sage to confront the gods and overpower destiny?

"Yasukuni, we are willing to surrender to the Great Feng!"

"The Yan Kingdom is willing to surrender its great favor!"

"Kangguo is willing to offer its great tribute!"

The three rulers almost unanimously ordered the opening of all the city gates within their borders.

They also took the initiative to send people to guide the soldiers of Dafeng.

To relinquish the entire territory.

"We...won?"

"We really won!"

Having endured countless bloody battles, the soldiers of the Great Feng Dynasty, gazing upon the belated dawn of victory, could no longer contain themselves and erupted in a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

That nerve, stretched to its limit, can finally relax, allowing the weary body to rest for a while.

Many young soldiers survived in this perilous environment.

Their eyes reddened, and hot tears mingled with the dust as they slid down their cheeks.

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Although physically exhausted, the excitement and pride deep within me were like a raging fire that could no longer be suppressed.

Decades of humiliation vanished in this moment.

The people of Da Feng, the soldiers of Da Feng!

Finally, they straightened their backs and stood once again on the continent of Kyushu.

"Godfather, we won."

Nangong Rouqian's voice was as soft as a breeze, yet it carried an undisguised heartache:

"Everyone is celebrating, but you've fallen into a coma."

When will you wake up?

She carried Wei Yuan steadily on her back, each step light and careful, as if afraid of disturbing his sleeping body.

Nangong Rouqian gently stroked his cold forehead with her fingertips, and murmured to herself:

"If you can wake up, you will definitely see what I look like after breaking through to the third rank."

That's right, after Nangong Rouqian broke through to the third rank and entered the extraordinary realm.

The first thing he did was to use his supernatural powers to reconstruct his mortal body.

Finally, they became little boys and transformed into real, pure women.

Nangong Rouqian continued, her tone filled with sadness:

"However, in today's world, even a third-rank transcendent being seems so weak. I thought that once I broke through to the third rank, I could fight alongside you."

"But I never imagined that even after breaking through to the third rank, I would still be forced to watch helplessly as you and the Witch God Jade perish together..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wei Yuan, who was on her back, parted his lips slightly, letting out a faint, almost inaudible breath:

"You...did your best..."

Immediately, Wei Yuan fainted again and remained motionless.

now.

Luo Chen, standing in the sky, had a body that resembled a broken porcelain doll, covered in cracks.

In particular, the manifestation of martial will is no longer as solid as before, but has become thin and transparent.

Even so, he did not ask the saint to leave.

Instead, it stands quietly, patiently waiting for a moment.

This was to prevent the witch god from using sugar to trick him.

What if Salun Agu suddenly leads his followers of the Witch God and breaks out of the sealed main altar world?

By then, it will be virtually impossible for Luo Chen to seize the opportune moment, the right place, and the right people, and to have the spirit of the Confucian sage possess him.