“It’s just another empty castle,” Zhao Yue’er, who was possessing Zhao Zhilan’s body, said as she looked at the rubble, ruins and weeds.
But a strange chill ran through Lin Mo's heart. He shook his head and silently thought, "No, this is no ordinary place. This is the territory of the Faceless God, the end of the mortal world."
Recalling the hardships of traversing countless mountains, Lin Mo's only thought at that time was to return to Great Xia as soon as possible, to his beloved wife. However, when he actually set foot on this land, the fear in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
That nightmare...
It was a suffocating nightmare, like a shadow in the abyss, constantly swirling in Lin Mo's mind.
In his dream, he witnessed the fall of the Great Xia, a once glorious empire now reduced to the iron hooves of the allied forces of enemy nations such as Dongpango and Qiuzi.
The people of Daxia were like lambs to the slaughter, trampled on by the enemy, their dignity stripped away, their lives as worthless as grass.
Lin Mo's beloved women—Sun Ruoxi, Su Qing'er, and Huo Churan—appeared and disappeared in his dreams, kidnapped by an enemy nation, their fates unknown. He could almost feel them struggling in despair, tears streaming down their faces, yet powerless to change anything.
Those generals who had fought alongside him—Xu Chu, Bai Qi, Yue Fei, and Yao Guangxiao—were also captured by the enemy in their dreams. They suffered the most brutal torture and ultimately fell tragically, their blood staining the earth red.
Lin Mo stood in his dream, gazing at all of this, his heart aching. He tried to shout, tried to struggle, but found himself bound by invisible shackles, unable to move.
He had no idea how long he had been in this far north; the passage of time seemed to have become blurred.
The servants of God have no concept of dates.
Or perhaps time means nothing to them, because their abilities grant them near-immortality...
Every morning, Lin Mo would try to banish those images from his mind, telling himself he couldn't think about them anymore. However, he knew that his changes hadn't escaped Zhao Zhilan's keen observation. Although she didn't say it explicitly, Lin Mo could sense her worry for him.
The giant wolf would occasionally look up at Lin Mo.
When their eyes meet, Lin Mo always tries to avoid eye contact.
If looks could kill, the giant wolf would have killed Lin Mo dozens of times over.
You can't blame her.
No one could stand having their body taken over by a love rival!
Looking around, the morning possessed a cool yet bright quality. Sunlight poured down from the boundless sky, seemingly with a resolute ruthlessness, painting the earth in gold. However, he disliked the hustle and bustle here.
The wind, that restless wind, weaved through the ruined towers, emitting mournful howls, like lonely souls in the wilderness recounting the vicissitudes of the past. The ancient fortress creaked and groaned in the wind.
Beneath the spacious hall, rats scurried about busily, their footsteps sounding particularly jarring in the silence.
The courtyard is no longer what it used to be; it has been transformed into a small forest.
The slender trees, their branches intertwined, their bare tips swaying in the wind. Withered leaves, like startled cockroaches, scurried across the piled snow, leaving a trail of messy footprints.
The site of this stable is now occupied by several large trees, their lush foliage seemingly proclaiming the power of new life.
A dark hole in the kitchen's vaulted ceiling is striking. From that hole, a twisted white tree trunk stubbornly emerges.
Even the giant wolf felt uneasy here.
More importantly, there is no passage leading to the mortal realm from here.
According to the system's prompts, since the current gods and Buddhas took over this world, those who were once loyal to the Faceless God have abandoned this place. As time goes by, the gates here are gradually being sealed off.
The heavy steel gate slowly lowered, completely sealing off the passage. The chains that were used to pull the gate were also ruthlessly removed, as if to declare the complete abandonment of this area.
Inside the passageway, there were piles of stones of all sizes.
Lin Mo sighed deeply, "Is the way back... really that difficult?"
"Perhaps we should turn back?" Zhao Yue'er suggested. "I know a great road that leads to the mortal realm!"
“I wouldn’t dare do that!” Lin Mo said. “The Great Road you mentioned is also the only way to reach the Holy City.”
“We can bypass the Holy City!” Zhao Yue’er said.
"But what about those divine servants?" Lin Mo asked again. "You know better than I how many divine servants there are!"
"What does it matter?" Zhao Yue'er retorted. "With your strength, would you be afraid of them?"
"I strongly suspect you're trying to trick me into going back, but I have no proof," Lin Mo thought to himself.
After possessing Zhao Zhilan's body, Zhao Yue'er chose to stay by Lin Mo's side.
According to her, the body she uses belongs to the followers of the Faceless God and is not tolerated by her master.
Therefore, logically speaking, there is no place for her in the Holy City.
But Lin Mo only believed half of what she said.
When the rain finally stopped, the three huddled together around the dim fire, the air thick with dampness and silence. They didn't speak loudly; in fact, they had almost nothing to say, as if the downpour had washed away all their words.
The giant wolf listened quietly to Lin Mo's heavy, powerful breathing, its heart filled with worry.
This worry lasted until the early hours of the morning; it was especially afraid of Zhao Yue'er in front of it!
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