In the open environment, his voice, amplified by Yuan energy, transformed into rolling thunder, echoing throughout the world.
"Jiang Chengye! Jiang Chengye! Jiang..."
After waiting quietly for more than ten seconds, and looking down at the boundless sea of corpses formed by the heavenly soldiers and generals, Chen Qian shook his head and was about to leave when he suddenly seemed to sense something and stopped in his tracks.
First, the wind and clouds surged all around, and from behind Chen Qian, in the outer area of the Heavenly Court, one after another silver light rushed over, stepping on the clouds.
When these people stopped far away and looked at Shen Qian with suspicion and wariness, Shen Qian finally saw what they looked like.
The silver-colored celestial armor and the dark purple patterns on his face made him look very similar to Li Sixi, just like the scavenger in his memories before he sank.
More importantly, Shen Qian quickly recognized some familiar faces among the dozen or so young men and women who rushed out.
"Fu Xiaoxiao! Ye Jialei! Zhai Bufan!"
"You're all still alive... But why aren't you dead...?"
In the moment before sinking, he finally understood what Li Sixi meant by "I didn't expect you to be heading towards Yaochi".
Clearly, there was someone waiting to intercept him at the exit of each outer palace.
I was a little confused before I went down.
According to Old Hu's original account, the sixteen people who followed Jiang Chengye were all killed by that demoness, and the "door" was opened using their blood as a catalyst.
But why are they here again?
Or perhaps... they are actually dead, but like the heavenly soldiers and generals below, they have become another kind of monster.
None of the young men and women answered Shen Qian's question. They all stopped in their tracks and stood around him, wary, after seeing the half-dead Li Sixi in Shen Qian's hands.
It also seems as if it is waiting for something.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Suddenly, faint footsteps echoed through the world.
The feeling was strange. The footsteps weren't heavy, but Shen Qian could clearly hear each step he took.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the boundless array of heavenly soldiers in the inner perimeter.
Then he saw a man.
He was dressed in seven-colored armor, wearing a purple-gold crown, and carrying a halberd on his back. He was like a war god who had stepped out of an ancient painting. He walked slowly but quickly from a great distance, stepping on the heads of the heavenly soldiers and generals.
His complexion was fair, and his features were handsome and deep. Except for his deep eyes, which were weathered by time, everything else about him was exactly the same as the photos in Shen Qian's memory.
"Jiang Chengye..."
Although he had expected it, Shen Qian's feelings were still incredibly complicated when he actually faced the other party.
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