Liu Dongcheng watched as Yang Zhou hesitated several times, always ending with a deep sigh instead of what he wanted to say.
They all came from the ordinary world. Many people left along the way, and those who stayed went through hardships to discover the secrets of the time bus. But they never expected that it was not the end. Now that things were finally settling down, the price was that they had to personally send off one of their teammates.
None of them spoke, and Chenghua and Yunchen even sensibly kept quiet, giving them enough time.
Only when Jing Fanshu reappeared in front of them did Yang Zhou smile and say, "Let's go."
Mo Shuwan and the others stood up and walked silently alongside Yang Zhou, following behind Jing Fanshu toward Yang Zhou's final destination. Before the first fortress, the continuous war temporarily ceased. The high priest of the foreign invaders stood at the forefront, and when they appeared, his eyes were fixed on Yang Zhou.
Nothing could simulate that immense and terrifying life force, and all doubts in my heart finally vanished completely.
Jing Fan escorted the group forward, and under the gaze of thousands of eyes, they arrived before the High Priest. There was no exchange between them, and they continued walking forward. The ground was littered with wreckage, and the blood had long since stained the land dark red. Stepping on it felt like stepping on the blood, sweat, bones, and glory of countless predecessors. The warriors stationed at the first fortress had been fighting for at least a hundred years.
They had longed for this moment for so long, and it had finally come true.
The high priest led a group of giants to personally open the gate to the burial ground. Except for Yang Zhou, Mo Shuwan and the others stopped in their tracks. Once inside, Yang Zhou would be buried deep underground, accompanied by eternal loneliness. Perhaps he would gain immortality, but what good would that do?
Yang Zhou walked through the gate first, turned to the side and waved to his teammates, "Let's go."
Upon entering the Burial Grounds, a significant difference was immediately apparent. Where Yang Zhou stood, no dark forces approached, and the group faintly sensed a trace of spiritual energy. This discovery nearly brought tears to the High Priest's eyes.
Yang Zhou asked, "How should I get to where I'm supposed to be?"
The high priest, unable to contain his excitement, said, "You don't need to go. Just stay here, and when the time comes, you will return to where you belong."
In other words, they still have time.
After learning this, Mo Shuwan and the others led Yang Zhou through the Burial Ground for a long time. Where Yang Zhou passed, the dark power was clearly weakening, and small grasses that had never appeared in a thousand years grew right under Yang Zhou's feet.
Yang Zhou smiled and said, "To be honest, this feeling is not bad. I used to be an ordinary person, but now I can actually end this war that has lasted for thousands of years because of my existence."
"Yes, thanks to you."
On the tenth day of their stay in the burial ground, Yang Zhou disappeared, vanishing right before their eyes. The moment he left, they witnessed the surrounding dark power receding like a tide, and green grass sprouting up one after another beneath their feet.
They initially thought the return of the spiritual veins had instantly restored life to the burial ground, but they soon discovered that only around them were there flowers, grass, and saplings. Yang Zhou was telling them in his own way that he hadn't disappeared, but had simply changed his way of surviving.
The losses of thousands of years cannot be recovered overnight, but on this day, all the foreign invaders who knew the truth shed hot tears. They could feel the shackles of the cage being broken, and from now on they would no longer have to be trapped in this small place for all eternity.
There's no need to go to great lengths to seize other people's territory anymore.
The war... is over.
(End of article)
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