Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 722 - 548: Rushing into Shouchun, the Dark Temple_2

Chapter 722: Chapter 548: Rushing into Shouchun, the Dark Temple_2

Wang Yang’s face bore an expression of ruthlessness as he grasped the Imperial Jade Seal in his left hand, and his right hand’s longsword was covered in a layer of crystalline white light, the fortune of the Imperial Jade Seal.

In this world, there exists mostly only material forces.

If one wanted to destroy Li Feng, one would have to resort to unconventional powers, like that of fortune.

Even though the Imperial Jade Seal didn’t have much fortune left, it was still enough to kill Li Feng.

"No, no, no, it can’t be, it can’t happen like this, I’ve already sacrificed everything, how can I still die!"

Before he had finished speaking, Li Feng’s head was severed and rolled to Wang Yang’s feet.

Wang Yang looked down, Li Feng’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Perhaps it was because his neck was severed that the look in Li Feng’s eyes gradually faded, and eventually, all expression returned to the Void, marking the complete death of Li Feng.

The Imperial Jade Seal burst with a pop, turning into powder. Even a Peerless Gem, when subjected to such abuse, was utterly destroyed.

It was unknown how, without the Imperial Jade Seal, Cao Cao would be able to command the feudal lords by holding the Son of Heaven hostage.

But all these were no longer of any concern to Wang Yang, for once he dealt with the affairs within Shouchun City, he was to leave this Square World, with more worlds awaiting his salvation.

Darkness spread relentlessly within the Void, and Wang Yang stood alone.

All Wang Yang could do now was to try his utmost to stop the darkness.

"All forces attack Shouchun City; we must find the demons and monsters still within, digging three feet into the ground if necessary!"

Wang Yang felt the Power of a Saint that flowed within his body; now, they were abundant. Although those thirty thousand Tiger Guards Army couldn’t possibly all obey Li Ti.

But at least, he who killed Li Feng had earned the gratitude of the majority of the Tiger Guard Army.

One could say that the Power of a Saint within Wang Yang’s body was even capable of leaving it.

You should know, it was only when Li Feng had the Origin of Darkness within him that he was barely able to do so, yet his control over it was very poor, whereas the Power of a Saint in Wang Yang was under complete command.

Entering Shouchun City, the once bustling streets only bore desolation, seemingly destroyed in Li Feng’s rampage; not a soul stood on the streets.

One could say not a single living being remained; only endless desolation remained, the coolness of which touched Wang Yang’s face.

Wang Yang looked up only to notice the sky covered with dark clouds, the drizzle starting unperceived.

That land, its originally dull cobblestones, now looked even deeper in the rain; the Tiger Guard Army behind suddenly felt solemn.

Several hundred thousand people within Shouchun City had vanished in the previous moment, and the ones responsible were them. Each one couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear.

Though they claimed those were Demons and Monsters, every person felt they were unusually cold-blooded,

easily killing those with the spark of life, and everyone present began to feel heavy-hearted.

"Quick, there are still demons within the city, killing the last of them will mean we have truly conquered Shouchun City."

Wang Yang took a deep breath, the cold air entering his body. Although the Power of a Saint within him could hardly affect him, Wang Yang felt a bone-chilling cold.

Behind him, the Tiger Guard Army, after hesitating for barely two breaths, also sprung into action. Though they did not know why Wang Yang could be sure that there were still demons in Shecheng, soldiers made it their duty to follow orders.

As the current General, Wang Yang was naturally respected; that’s what Yu Jin had last said. Those Tiger Guard Army immediately dispersed, while Wang Yang stayed where he was.

The dark aura inside Shouchun City even made Wang Yang feel a sense of fear, not the fear faced with a powerful being but one stemming from the depths of his bloodline.

But Wang Yang shook his head, casting those fears out of his mind, knowing the reason for them.

It was not due to Wang Yang.

It was not fear within Wang Yang that the darkness sought to exploit; rather, it was to exert pressure from the shadows. The power emanating from the Origin of Darkness was not particularly strong, but its strength lay in its insidious nature and its propensity to stir the darkness at the heart of a person.

Wang Yang himself harbored no objects of fear, so the darkness resorted to using its might to suppress him. However, with a stern expression on his face, Wang Yang showed no fear of the darkness.

"Hmph!"

With a grunt, Wang Yang grasped his longsword and strode forward, heading straight towards the court’s majestic halls, the residence of Yuanshu—an approach he had taken all this way.

Wang Yang had experienced the unique charm of this world, where houses were arranged in orderly fashion. Even when he was the sole person on the street aside from the Tiger Guard Army, he could still sense the bygone prosperity.

The houses on the street transitioned from intricate to simple, and then from simple to extravagant. The grand hall that now lay before his eyes, though much less sophisticated compared to the likes of the Immortal Palace, was still considered a luxury in The Mortal Realm.

"Alas, the rise brings hardship to the people; the fall, too, brings hardship to the people."

Amid such a scene, Wang Yang could even empathize with the hardship conveyed by the lines of the poem. The grand pattern of the world sees long periods of division ending in unity, and unity breaking back into division; such has been the case through the ages.

But regardless, it was always the common people who suffered the most. The extent of Yuanshu’s extravagance was such that it could lead to famine throughout the Jianghuai region, where cannibalism would even occur.

Yet, despite his immense power, Wang Yang was powerless to prevent such a situation.

If he were to wage a war of unification for his own personal gain, would he be any different from Yang Mei and the others?

It would be better to let things take their natural course until, in a few years, a Saint would come to put an end to it all. Wang Yang believed that the Han Dynasty of this world could continue on just as the other had.

"Report! There is a situation in the south of the city."

A member of the Tiger Guard Army, looking panicked, immediately knelt on one knee upon seeing Wang Yang. Wang Yang, upon hearing the report, was instantly pulled from his thoughts.

He followed closely behind the Tiger Guard Army soldier with longsword in hand.

The Tiger Guard Army soldier took the lead, with Wang Yang following closely behind.

However, Wang Yang soon sensed that something was amiss, as the feeling of crisis grew increasingly strong.

The Tiger Guard Army soldier halted his steps, and Wang Yang likewise stopped. The temple before them had an odd style, with what appeared to be stone engravings of some flying creatures on the four corners of the eaves.

Moreover, the four pillars at the entrance were not the typical large red pillars but were black with incomprehensible patterns even Wang Yang could not decipher.

Wang Yang did not ponder further, assuming this place must have been influenced by the Source of Darkness, which was why it had taken on such an appearance.

However, what Wang Yang was truly on guard against was not the temple itself but the Tiger Guard Army soldier who turned around and somehow produced a finely crafted dagger. Wang Yang didn’t have time to wonder why he had a dagger that did not match his station.

Wang Yang leaped backward. The Tiger Guard Army soldier’s stab missed, but that didn’t stop him from continuing his attack, moving as though he were a puppet on strings.

He launched a series of attacks at Wang Yang. His moves were mechanical, something no ordinary person could exhibit, and Wang Yang understood that he was no ordinary demon.

But Wang Yang had changed since then; he was no longer the same person. His fate was now profound, and with a slash of his longsword and a leap into the air, he severed the head of the Tiger Guard Army soldier.

Even if there were others present, they would not have seen the speed of Wang Yang’s Draw Sword Slash, a move both simple and practical. Wang Yang, having gained some strength, still preferred such straightforward methods over the more showy swordsmanship.

The Tiger Guard Army soldier dissipated into smoke once his head was cut off, and Wang Yang sheathed his sword, knowing he could kill any number of Tiger Guard Army soldiers sent his way.

But Wang Yang felt that things were not as simple as they seemed. The temple seemed to hold a peculiar allure, one that could even consume his attention.

Utilizing his own senses, Wang Yang perceived what seemed to be an endless Dark Abyss before his eyes, but he did not pause, even though sweat covered his forehead.

Even as his back began to numb, the hand holding the sword did not waver; the longsword remained steadily in his grasp as he walked slowly into the temple.

No demons and monsters came to hinder Wang Yang, but his sense of peril did not disappear. The Tiger Guard Army soldier he had just encountered was markedly different from usual demons and monsters; he was even stronger than the average person.

The dark atmosphere within the temple was denser than anywhere else.