The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

All the people in the city raised their heads.

"You shall evacuate the capital immediately."

"Entering the Peach Blossom Spring."

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the crowd instantly stirred.

"His Majesty!"

A middle-aged man holding a spear knelt at the front, his eyes bloodshot.

"We're not leaving!"

"The soldiers outside the city are all dead; now it's our turn!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"We've stayed because we want to fight you to the very end!"

"I was born here, and I will die on the land of the Dragon Kingdom!"

Ye Chen heard the voice behind him and his lips moved slightly.

He still didn't turn back.

"Gentlemen."

All sounds gradually ceased.

"You are not deserters."

"I am letting you live because you have a more important mission."

Ye Chen gazed at the endless black tide.

"To leave behind written language, bloodline, and our names for the Dragon Kingdom."

"So that future generations may remember that people once fought on this land."

"Preserve the flame of humanity for us."

"Wait until five thousand years later..."

The two swords in his hands hung down to the ground.

"To become the ray of dawn that pierces through the darkness."

Ye Chen took a step forward.

"Gentlemen, are you willing to receive the imperial decree?"

Only suppressed sobs remained in the city.

The old man at the front bent down and banged his forehead heavily on the ground.

"This humble citizen..."

"Receive the imperial decree."

One civilian after another laid down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"We await the imperial decree!"

Ye Chen walked towards the outside of the city.

Fifty thousand shadowy figures rose simultaneously behind him, following the figure in the dark gold dragon robe.

The people of the city watched his retreating figure, tears streaming down their faces.

They bowed down again, touching their foreheads to the ground.

"Citizens of the Dragon Kingdom..."

"Respectfully seeing His Majesty off on his campaign!"

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people shook the capital.

"May His Majesty return in triumph!"

Ye Chen did not turn around.

He simply raised his twin swords, pointing them at the approaching Black Tide.

Above the city gate, large swaths of blue light intertwined.

Luo Ji's virtual projection appeared from the data stream.

He looked at the people kneeling all over the street and waved his hand in front of him.

hum-

Simultaneously, spatial tremors reverberated throughout the capital city.

Ten thousand time-space tunnels rose from the ground, and the silver-white light gates illuminated the ruins and also reflected the tear-streaked faces of the people.

"Everyone, enter Peach Blossom Spring immediately."

Luo Ji's voice was broadcast throughout the city to every street.

"This is the last royal decree issued by His Majesty."

The people stood up from the ground.

Some carried their injured companions on their backs, some held young children in their arms, and others helped elderly people.

They looked back again and again, finally wiping away their tears and stepping into the silvery-white time tunnel.

One by one, the passageways began to close.

Luo Ji stood atop the city gate, watching the dark gold figure walk faster and faster.

"Ye Chen!"

Ye Chen did not stop walking.

"Don't die within time!"

Ye Chen raised a knife in response.

"Um."

Fifty thousand shadows followed him and began to accelerate.

"I will hold on until the dawn breaks."

Darkness pressed down on us.

Ye Chen and 50,000 Shadows charged forward simultaneously.

"boom--"

The two torrents collided head-on.

The first row of shadows was instantly torn apart by the strange creature, and the black remains had not even hit the ground before they merged back into the shadows on the ground.

The next moment, they rose from the darkness again.

The blade continued forward.

Tens of thousands of bizarre monsters were beheaded.

As the corpses fell to the ground, their shadows twisted and rose, turning to pounce on their former kin.

Bone wings, claws, weapons, innate supernatural powers...

All were completely replicated by Shadow.

Chaos immediately erupted within the monster wave.

The Shadow Legion, which originally numbered only 50,000, continued to grow in number with each wave of attacks.

They were torn apart time and time again, only to rise again and again from the darkness beneath their feet.

Until the last citizen stepped into the passage.

Until the last gate to Peach Blossom Spring was completely closed.

However, the Kuroshio Current still shows no sign of ending.

Before the newly formed shadows could even take shape, they were swallowed up by an even larger wave of monsters.

They cannot truly die, but they also cannot take another step forward.

The camera pans across the chaotic battlefield and finally focuses on Ye Chen.

A giant, black claw smashed his skull.

The dark gold dragon robe exploded along with his body.

The next moment, Ye Chen stood up again in the shadows several feet away.

"Well……"

His body convulsed violently, and he almost dropped the twin swords.

The pain of being broken has not disappeared.

Each death remained fully etched in his consciousness.

Before he could even stand up straight, another strange creature pounced on him.

Ye Chen raised his sword and chopped off its head, then reached out and grabbed the shadow beneath the corpse.

Darkness crept into his body along his arm.

Unfamiliar memories, chaotic killing intent, and the eerie screams of dying creatures all simultaneously invaded his soul.

Ye Chen's face twisted violently.

"ah--"

He plunged his knife into the ground to brace himself from falling to his knees.

A few breaths later, he drew his twin swords and charged into the black tide once more.

His body was torn to pieces.

Resurrection.

Extract shadows.

His soul was impacted by the memories of the alien race.

Then he continued to swing his knife.

once.

Ten times.

Thousand times.

10,000 times.

The dark gold dragon robe lost its original color after countless destructions.

Ye Chen's roar grew softer and softer.

But his charging motion never stopped.

Time flies by outside the battlefield.

The city wall collapsed.

The palace was reduced to ruins.

The mountains and rivers were swallowed by darkness, and their outlines changed over the long years.

Only that Shadow Legion remained standing in the way of Peach Blossom Spring, trapped on a battlefield unknown to anyone.

One year.

century.

Millennia.

That slow, agonizing torture targeting Ye Chen's soul would last for five thousand years...

"Well……"

Deep in the battlefield, Ye Chen rose from the shadows once more.

His body was no longer recognizable as human, but his hands were still gripping the two knives.

Ahead, countless bizarre creatures lunged forward once more.

Ye Chen lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

A moment later, he raised his face and let out a hoarse laugh.

"You beasts..."

He clashed his two swords together.

Mars illuminated the face that had been covered in darkness.

"Come!"

Ye Chen dragged his sword and charged alone into the black tide that filled the sky and earth.

"Grandpa will play with you until dawn!!!"

boom!

The Shadow Legion followed closely behind.

The black torrent surged forward against the tide at this moment.

"Sizzle—"

The projection signal suddenly broke.

Ye Chen's charging figure was frozen in the depths of darkness.

Two lines of dark gold text appeared in the center of the sky.

—[The Last Emperor of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom, the Shadow King, a Time Traveler, the Man Who Yearned for Freedom Most Yet Was the Least Free—Ye Chen's Story, End.]

—【Sword Immortal, Player Zero, Dream Guide—Jiang Liyu's Story, End.】