Chapter 970
Tower of Babel!
Everyone looked up, with light shining in their eyes.
The darkness fades and the light comes again.
Above the clear blue sky, the sun is shining brightly and the clouds are changing with the wind.
White birds circled upwards, as if dancing a grand and majestic dance.
Xie Linyuan raised his hand, caught a falling peach petal, and murmured softly: "The sky... is so beautiful."
Three hundred years ago, he died without ever seeing the light of day.
Now, the sunlight finally shone on him.
Then, he has no regrets.
"We won!" someone shouted excitedly, "We won!"
In the second battle of ten thousand armies, Shenzhou won.
With minimal casualties, we achieved absolute victory.
Except for the three commanders, all the invaders were killed by them.
Just like three hundred years ago, these invaders entered China in large numbers and brutally killed soldiers and civilians.
However, they all knew that once the gunshots rang out, there would be no winners.
Once a war starts, everyone loses.
Even if they win, the pain of the past is real and cannot be erased.
"Yes——" Ye Wanlan smiled, "We won."
The national hatred and family feud that happened three hundred years ago have been avenged, but the soldiers and civilians who died as a result will never come back.
China, always remember the year 1723 and should never forget it.
“Everyone…” Ye Wanlan said softly, looking at the millions of heroic spirits in front of him, “Rest in peace. We have defended this land of China, and it’s time for you to leave with peace of mind.”
After she finished speaking, she sat down and placed the Ancient Harp on her lap.
The soft and slow piano music pours out from the fingertips, like a gurgling stream or a spring breeze on your face.
Beside her, Yan Tingfeng also picked up the flute, put it to his lips, and played it softly, accompanying the piano music.
Lin Fanyin recognized a familiar tune, which was originally a guqin piece - "Sending You Home".
Every time a war ends, Tianyinfang will play this song to bid farewell to the dead soldiers.
With the addition of flute sound, it becomes more lingering.
In the wind, someone was singing softly along with the sounds of piano and flute.
"The drums of war have fallen silent, and the flames of war have all gone out."
"The bones of all the loyal men shall be buried in the netherworld."
"Put away your weapons, and suppress your fighting spirit."
"The blood is stained in history, and the soul returns to its hometown."
"The Yellow Springs Road is open, and the Forgotten River is crossed."
"I have no regrets about leaving, I will leave green mountains to bury my soul."
Penglai magic, the Ten Thousand Bones Soul-Calming Curse!
"Buzz-"
The space shook and cracks reappeared.
These millions of heroic souls who were summoned back to China are finally going back.
It is easy to send away the soul, but difficult to send away the obsession.
But the enemy is dead, Shenzhou is still there, and the obsession that has been suppressed for three hundred years has finally disappeared.
Now that their obsessions have been resolved, these trapped heroic spirits can finally be reincarnated.
However, when they were about to set foot on the road to the underworld, millions of heroic spirits turned around, clasped their hands together, and bowed from afar in the direction of Ye Wanlan.
Ye Wanlan also clasped his fists and leaned forward to return the greeting: "Farewell, everyone."
"Shhh-"
The heroic spirits sank into the cracks one after another and then disappeared.
But in just a few moments, they had all left.
The cracks closed and the sunlight scattered.
When the song ended, Ye Wanlan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She leaned against the tree, closed her eyes and rested. She soon fell into a deep sleep.
Yue Zheng said: "Her Highness..."
"Xiao Wan is too tired." Yan Tingfeng squatted down, "I'll stay here with her. You guys take care of the body. We'll have to interrogate the three people later."
Yue Zheng responded: "Yes."
Ye Wanlan slept for three days and three nights.
It was early morning when she woke up. The warm but not glaring sunlight shone through the window and fell on the edge of the bed, like a layer of golden light.
Ye Wanlan raised her hand, and the sunlight danced on her fingertips.
She killed all the enemies, but she still felt a little unreal.
It seems that all this is just a dream. After waking up, she will face the devastated Shenzhou continent.
"Xiao Lan." There was a knock on the door. "What's going on?"
Ye Wanlan gathered his thoughts, got up from the bed, and put on his clothes.
She opened the door and saw a tall and straight man standing in front of her, looking at her with great concern.
Not a dream.
it is true.
"Brother Wang." Ye Wanlan hugged him and whispered, "It's been so long, and I haven't taken a good look at you. I've always been afraid... I'm afraid that as soon as I open my eyes, you will all disappear, and I'll be the only one left again."
He Jia was slightly startled.
Yes, ever since he regained consciousness, he has been facing a battle with the High Priest Cangyuan.
After that, although he was sent back to Shenzhou by Ye Wanlan and had a few moments to rest, his sister was still running back and forth in Atlantis without stopping for a moment.
After getting rid of Fan Jingtian, the lackey of the Time Management Bureau, there were another difficult seven days of world destruction. She really had no time to stop.
Hejia was slightly moved. He leaned down, raised his hand, and slowly covered her head.
Just like many times before, patting gently with a reassuring and steady force.
His voice softened, "Brother is here."
It was as if they had returned to many years ago, when the palace coup had not yet ended and the capital of the Ning Dynasty had not yet been moved to Fengyuan. The two brothers and sisters were traveling across the northwest to escape their pursuers.
Although those days were hard, it was even more precious to find joy in the midst of suffering.
They have been with each other for too long, and they are connected by blood and are difficult to separate.
"I know." Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment, then said, "I've always known it."
With Hejia around, she had no worries.
But three hundred years ago, she was the one who left first.
Time is quiet and the wind is blowing.
After a very long silence, He Jia finally spoke: "Xiao Lan, but there is one thing, Brother Wang——"
"Brother Wang!" Ye Wanlan suddenly interrupted him, "I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear it."
He Jia stopped talking and closed his eyes: "Okay, then I won't say anything more, brother."
It was not just the two of them who knew about this matter.
Including Xie Linyuan, Hua Yingyue and others, they all knew about this, but they didn't say it out loud.
Maybe if you don't say it, you can just pretend that it never happened.
But how long can he deceive himself? "Xiao Lan, you have been sleeping for three days, and the bodies have been cleaned up." He Jia turned around, "Those three people have just woken up, waiting for you to interrogate them personally."
Ye Wanlan followed him out, and when they got outside, the sunlight seemed even warmer.
“But this time the commotion is extremely huge. Even if there is a Vajra Shield protecting Shenzhou, it is impossible to completely conceal it from the public.” Hejia said again.
"Brother Wang, I never thought of hiding anything." Ye Wanlan looked back at him, "Your achievements and what Yingyue and the others did should not be erased."
He Jia looked calm and said, "This king has never cared about these false reputations."
“But history needs to be remembered, and you, brother Wang, should not be forgotten either.” Ye Wanlan said seriously.
"Okay." He Jia smiled slightly, "Whatever you want to do, just do it. Brother Wang will help you. Since you have made up your mind, who can change your mind?"
Ye Wanlan and He Jia walked out side by side. She said slowly, "If my brother wants to teach me a lesson, I will probably still listen."
"Really?" He Jia shook his head, "But I really can't be cruel to you."
Except when she was risking her life, he would not bear to say a single harsh word to her on other days.
This is the sister he raised, and she deserves the best in the world.
In the garden, a large table was filled with familiar faces.
Everyone was very happy to see her.
"Miss Ye is here!"
"Alan, come quickly, I'm waiting for you."
The table was already filled with dishes, warm and served at just the right time.
Ye Wanlan sat down next to Yan Tingfeng. She could naturally recognize that this was his craft: "Thank you for your hard work. Let me hear it."
"It's not hard." Yan Tingfeng placed the hot bowl and chopsticks in front of her, tilted his head and smiled, "Brother, try it too. I wonder if it suits your taste."
Hejia said nothing. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.
After eating, he glanced at Yan Tingfeng and said, "Good cooking skills."
Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and smiled: "Brother taught me well."
Hejia paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and doubt appeared in his pupils.
When did he teach the Master of Shenxiao Tower?
He Jia could of course see that the dishes placed in front of Ye Wanlan were all her favorites, and were also the ones he used to cook for her.
If he taught all these to the Lord of Shenxiao Tower, he would stab himself in his dreams.
The atmosphere suddenly condensed and the temperature dropped sharply.
"Yes...it's like this." Xiang Shaoyu raised his hand tremblingly, "The books that you left behind in Yongning Palace have been found. There is a recipe book that records Miss Ye's preferences..."
Hearing this, He Jia snorted calmly: "You learn quickly."
He picked up another piece of fish.
"Today, we gather here to celebrate our victory in the Second Battle of Ten Thousand Armies." Xiang Mingyu raised his glass. "Thanks to all of you, we are still united at the last moment."
For China.
Shenzhou Wanxing.
These eight words are easy to write and say, but not easy to do.
This is a road paved with the corpses and blood of countless people.
Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.
"Today, I will drink a few more bottles of wine to avenge my great vengeance." Hua Yingyue slapped the table and said, "Who among you dares to compete with me in drinking?"
Hearing this, Lancelot's eyes suddenly lit up: "Let me show you how to fight."
"Great!" Hua Yingyue waved her hand, and a jar of wine flew in front of Lanslo.
"Young man, you..." Xiang Mingyu hesitated to speak.
Yan Shunhua waved his fan and said, "Your courage is commendable. I admire you."
Comparing drinking with the King of Qin?
Even Xie Linyuan, who loved wine extremely, did not dare to accept the challenge.
An hour later, Lancelot fainted.
Hua Yingyue wasn't even drunk: "This one won't work, next one."
After she said this, everyone at the table quietly moved away from her.
The dinner ended not until the afternoon.
Ye Wanlan did not drink.
It’s not because she doesn’t like to drink or is allergic to alcohol, but she has extremely high demands on herself and won’t allow herself to be paralyzed by alcohol.
She came to the prison where the three commanders were guarded.
Tieyun, Xingsha and General Zhanmie were all hung in the air by ropes, with the chains piercing their shoulder blades, waist bones and ankles.
The blood had already dried and coagulated, turning into a dark red color.
Seeing Ye Wanlan, General Xingsha became excited and screamed: "You are Princess Yongning! You are Princess Yongning! You are her! It's her!"
Ye Wanlan's eyes were cold: "You are very noisy. I hate your style of saying things twice."
She snapped her fingers and a silver needle instantly sank into General Xingsha's throat.
General Xingsha's voice disappeared instantly. She could still speak, but not make any loud noise.
Because as soon as the vocal cords vibrate, the throat will feel excruciating pain.
Ye Wanlan was too lazy to talk nonsense with these three people. She put her finger between her eyebrows and muttered: "Yuqing's decree, reflect your courage as a mirror!"
"The mouth contains the law of heaven, and the tongue is bound with red rope."
"All delusion is burned, and the truth is self-evident!"
"Shh!"
A white light ignited and penetrated into the bodies of the three people.
Penglai magic, the art of questioning one’s conscience!
Ye Wanlan asked: "What is the purpose of invading Shenzhou?"
General Tie Yun's eyes were dull: "For the sake of Shenzhou's national destiny and dragon veins, we have invaded many worlds, but these dozens of worlds combined are no match for Shenzhou."
Ye Wanlan's eyes turned cold: "How do you know that Shenzhou's national destiny is strong and its dragon veins are huge?"
"The king told us." This time it was General Zhanmie who spoke, "We also came from Earth, but our numbers are different from yours. There are many Earths in the universe, and we are just one of them."
It turned out to be the case.
Ye Wanlan's gaze deepened, and he continued to ask, "Who is the king? Where is he now?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is very strong!" General Xingsha shuddered. "Your Majesty alone can destroy a small world. Even we have never seen the true face of the King, and we don't know where the King is."
Ye Wanlan said coldly: "Time Management Bureau, how much do you know?"
"The Time Management Bureau is above the universe and manages many timelines." General Tieyun answered in a serious tone, "There are too many Earths. The Time Management Bureau can easily erase them."
General Xingsha interjected: "The king went to the Time Management Bureau, but he didn't say much to us."
After asking a few more questions, Ye Wanlan discovered that although these three people were the main generals of the battle of ten thousand troops, they did not know much.
Their king... who is he?
Ye Wanlan had a premonition.
Everything is not over yet.
If the national destiny and dragon veins of China are really so great, then there must be more than just Earth 237 coveting them.
Ye Wanlan waved his hand and the technique of questioning the conscience was lifted.
When they realized what had just happened, the faces of the three of them turned extremely pale.
Ye Wanlan said indifferently: "It's useless, you can die now."
General Zhanmie suddenly shouted, "It's useless. Even if you win, what does it matter? The king said that Earth 723 will be destroyed. Whatever the king says, it can't be false!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang"!
At this moment, at the global center, a strong white light suddenly burst out from the Tower of Babel that reaches into the sky.
"Jiejiejie——" (End of this chapter)