Chapter 104: Buried in the Green Mountains, Loyal Souls Wait for Return
Seeing Li Yuan's firm attitude, the Skeleton Guide did not try to persuade him much.
"I won't interfere with your choice. I just hope that when the time comes, the God of Anshan Mountain won't blame me for not reminding you."
"Also, please ask the mountain god Anshan to leave as soon as possible. Those living souls are being corroded by the yang energy and will soon be scattered."
The Skeleton Guide sighed, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and disappeared underground.
Li Yuan looked into the distance with a serious expression.
Zhang Tiansheng appeared at some unknown time.
"Looks like you're going to take a trip."
Zhang Tiansheng's voice is gentle and elegant.
Li Yuan nodded.
"Although I am only a small mountain god, I am also a god worshipped by them."
“They believe in me and they trust me.”
"This is their last request, I have to go."
Zhang Tiansheng looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
"You can't bear it."
"The souls passing through are like remnants of ice under the blazing sun."
"You used your immortal power to protect others and took the punishment instead. The Heavenly Dao will directly burn your immortal body."
"If you insist on going all the way back to the Anshan territory, you will perish."
Suddenly, Zhang Tiansheng whispered.
The battlefield was on the border between Qian and Xu countries. Only Anyue's soldiers died in a foreign land, without the chance to see their homeland again.
And their fragile souls are unable to cross the mountains and rivers and return.
Li Yuan was silent for a long time:
“Perhaps, this is the meaning of God’s existence, isn’t it?”
Zhang Tiansheng frowned slightly and said nothing more.
Li Yuan took a deep breath, without hesitation, took some things from the mountain, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke and went away.
The heroic souls who died in the battle were waiting in agony, and he was unwilling to delay.
Only a faint voice remained in the air.
"Please tell Emperor Anyue that I want to bring Anyue's soldiers home."
"An Yue, we should welcome the heroes back."
Li Yuan hopes that Anyue can welcome the return of the heroic spirits, even if only for a moment.
Zhang Tiansheng shook his head, turned around and slowly walked down the mountain.
"Fool, a fool..."
The Great Lord Emperor of Heaven had no intention of helping Li Yuan cheat.
This is Li Yuan’s choice.
Since he has made the choice, he must bear all the consequences.
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Li Yuan was flying in the sky, with green smoke breaking through the air, at an extremely fast speed, like a flowing rainbow.
In just half a day, Li Yuan arrived at the battlefield on the border of Qian State.
At this time, Zheng Tai Biao and Li Xiaoan, who had set out earlier, were already in Anyue's tent.
Li Yuan is not interested in the so-called ring battle.
He came here only to bring the heroic souls of the soldiers back home.
Anyway, no matter how powerful the people sent by Xu Country are, they will never be able to defeat a powerful monster.
In particular, the bloodline of this great monster is the pure ancient ferocious beast - the leopard.
Flying over Anyue's tent, Li Yuan arrived at the vast mountain range where corpses were scattered all over the ground.
The hillside was littered with the corpses of cavalrymen, and the flat, open ground was covered with the corpses of infantrymen.
The sun is shining brightly and the mountains are silent.
The strong smell of blood and evil spirit filled the mountains and lingered for a long time.
This is a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people are buried. It is filled with murderous intent and evil spirit. There will be no hope of survival for the next hundred years.
Li Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain and bent down towards the mountain.
"Li Yuan, the mountain god of Anshan, pays homage to Senior Fuchenshan."
This vast mountain range is extremely large, so naturally it is governed by a mountain god.
Li Yuan came here to do business, so naturally he had to pay a visit to one or two people.
A thin old man with white hair and beard emerged from the mountains.
The god of Fuchen Mountain is very old, with a kind and compassionate face.
"But you are here for the matter of resurrecting souls?"
Obviously, the skeleton guide from the underworld had already said hello.
"I am here to guide the souls of the living."
Li Yuan bowed respectfully and took out a colorful box with golden light from his body.
It contained ten half-ripe medicinal herb seedlings.
The roots of the medicinal herb seedlings must be intact and can be planted further.
Fuchen Mountain God took it unnoticeably, with a look of compassion on his face.
"How pitiful these mortals are. For the sake of worldly power and state, they throw their lives into the wilderness and die like grass."
Li Yuan said in a deep voice:
"They died like a mountain, not a drop of grass."
The God of Fuchen Mountain raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing more.
He was just saying it casually.
"You go and comfort the living souls. I am used to sleeping for a long time, so I won't keep busy with you."
The god of Fuchen Mountain waved his sleeves and gave Li Yuan the right to use all his immortal power in Fuchen Mountain.
Then, he faded away in the air, turned into an invisible breeze, and merged into the mountain.
Li Yuan bowed silently.
This Fuchen Mountain God seemed to have been in office for a long time. At the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, Li Yuan had seen this Fuchen Mountain God among the people who were rushing to toast the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains.
To be qualified to stand up and toast the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains, one must be at least a fifth-rank old mountain god.
Li Yuan looked at the broken limbs and bodies scattered all over the ground with a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Where are the Anyue soldiers?"
Li Yuan whispered softly, and his voice flowed through this vast mountain range, as if it had infinite magic power.
"Mountain... Lord Mountain God?"
A surprised and trembling voice sounded.
Li Yuan looked up.
A semi-illusory figure was standing up from the ground, looking at Li Yuan, his face full of excitement and shock.
One after another, more illusory figures appeared, densely packed and seemingly endless.
All the souls who stayed here and refused to leave appeared one by one.
The souls of the soldiers from Qian and Xu countries have been taken away.
All that was left were the souls of the Anyue soldiers who were deeply obsessed.
The dead souls retain their appearance at the last moment of their lives.
However, some people were missing arms and limbs, some had bloody holes all over their bodies, and some only had a head left.
They were covered in blood and dirt, but they were also extremely clean.
"Master Mountain God, why are you here?"
Many dead souls knelt down before Li Yuan, unable to hold back tears of nothingness flowing down their faces.
The souls of Anyue's soldiers gathered together and filled the entire mountain range.
The souls of 140,000 people gathered here.
The souls of these heroes are looking forward to returning home, taking one last look at their homeland, and their relatives, friends and neighbors.
They came to defend the stability of their country, risking their lives, shed their blood, fighting to the death, and never retreating.
I am not afraid of burying my remains in the green mountains, I only wish that the clouds and wind will carry my soul back.
The mountains and rivers have changed, but they are nothing more than a matter of life and death. I will always remember my hometown.
Li Yuan looked at the young appearance of many soldiers and their blood-stained souls, and forced a smile on his face.
"I'm here to take you home."
He spoke softly and his expression was calm.
But that smile somehow contained a hint of bitterness and helplessness.
The dead souls froze for a moment, and some of them couldn't help crying bitterly.
"Lord Mountain God, you...you heard our prayers, right..."
The ghosts' voices trembled and their eyes were filled with tears.
Li Yuan put aside the heaviness in his heart and his eyes were bright.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and his immortal power surged endlessly.
In the mountain battlefield, countless limbs and arms flew up.
Those broken souls found the main body of the soul and merged together.
The souls of Anyue's soldiers began to become complete, and in the end, they were already complete souls.
However, his body was still covered in blood and his clothes were torn.
"Master Mountain God, we didn't embarrass An Yue, right?"
A ghost asked softly.
He was a young soldier with a somewhat childish face and a thin body.
He was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he died.
Li Yuan smiled and touched his head:
"You are very brave, you are Anyue's heroes!"
The dead soul with a childish face let out a long sigh, as if a simple word of recognition was enough to put them at ease.
Looking at the dead souls all over the mountains, Li Yuan took a deep breath.
"We should go home."