Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 407: Today, my Divine Strategy Army, eight thousand Long Spear Guards protect Shenzhou! [1 more update]

Chapter 407: Today, my Divine Strategy Army, eight thousand Long Spear Guards protect Shenzhou! [1 more update]

Since ancient times, the Masters of Great Purity have always been a group aloof from worldly affairs, calm and indifferent.

They knew the divine will above, and probed the human heart below.

They knew too much, too much in fact; they had even seen several cycles of reincarnation.

What could possibly make the Supreme Elder of the Rong family lose composure like this?

"Palace Master, just now!" the Supreme Elder of the Rong family gasped, "Marshal Huo’s Life Star has also risen!"

At this revelation, Rong Qi was also startled.

But Yan Tingfeng remained very calm, he squinted his eyes and muttered to himself, "Could it be related to the relics?"

For the Shence Army Tiger Tally had just been united today, and the Shence Army Tiger Tally represented the Divine Strategy Army, with Huo Jingyu as its Shence Commander-in-chief.

"Palace Master, I’m afraid the rising of their Life Stars might be a bad omen," the Supreme Elder of the Rong family took a deep breath, "Anomalies foretell the presence of demons. Even if those who truly died could ’resurrect’ in some form, it would surely bring corresponding calamities."

Everything in the universe has two sides.

Where there is light, there must be darkness.

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng simply smiled slightly, "If they really could all come back to life, then what disaster could I not endure?"

The Supreme Elder of the Rong family was left speechless.

When these people were alive, they had successfully weathered the battle of ten thousand armies three hundred years ago.

"Brother Yan speaks the truth," Rong Qi reflected for a moment and said, "These days, as I observe the future of Shenzhou, it is always shrouded in fog. Although I have concerns, I am also grateful."

The unknown represents infinite possibilities.

"Mm," Yan Tingfeng nodded slightly, "I’ll be going first, contact me if there’s anything."

With this conversation, the Supreme Elder of the Rong family also felt much relieved. He was just about to continue observing the star chart when, after two steps, he suddenly felt something was amiss and stopped.

The Supreme Elder of the Rong family stared at Rong Qi and asked word by word, "What did you just call the Palace Master?"

Rong Qi paused, then after a long moment, let out an "Ah" sound.

"Brother Yan is someone you can call so casually?" the Supreme Elder of the Rong family slapped him on the head, blowing his beard and glaring, "Subtly trying to raise your status, huh? I think you’re trying to turn the world upside down."

Rong Qi: "..."

He was often out and about, and now had pressing matters at hand. If not "Brother Yan," should he call "Palace Master"?

If he did, either the whole world would think him mad, or the whole world would go mad.

In the end, Rong Qi chose to keep his mouth shut.

"Sigh..." the Supreme Elder of the Rong family said with his hands behind his back, his voice faint, "For some reason, I feel more and more uneasy in my heart. I always feel that something earth-shattering will happen in these two years."

One can only hope that Shenzhou can remain peaceful.

**

The long wind swept mightily, with lonely smoke curling around.

It was yet another familiar historical flashback scene, the moment when mysterious foreign forces invaded Shenzhou—

Fiery meteors fell from the sky, scorching the entire continent.

According to the timeline, by this time, the Southern Frontier had already been breached, and Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu had died in battle, becoming one of the countless hero spirits.

Seven years had passed since the second meeting between Huo Jingyu and Shui Yunqing at the Martial World conference.

Originally, they should have met three years ago at the Martial World conference, which the Six Great Sects attended again.

But because they both had urgent matters to attend to, they missed each other.

At this very moment, the now 26-year-old Huo Jingyu sat on a gallant horse, his expression solemn as he gazed ahead.

Clearly, he had also received the news of the Prince of Chu’s death. He had gathered the entire Divine Strategy Army at the first opportunity to continue defending the Southern Frontier.

Ye Wanlan looked at his matured face, her gaze fluttering slightly.

Huo Jingyu was the youngest Shence Commander-in-chief. At the age of twelve, his reputation had already spread throughout Jianghu, with everyone calling him "Divine Spear Lone Brave Young General."

Fourteen years later, he had matured and could stand firm on his own as a marshal, with everyone respectfully addressing him as "Marshal Huo."

In his life, he had borne the teaching of "Divine Strategy," protecting Shenzhou.

The flames dispersed, and the enemy finally came into view.

The opposing armies were vastly uneven in numbers.

But the Divine Strategy Army would never retreat.

"I advise you to surrender early," the impatient enemy leader said. "Otherwise, your fate will be the same as that foolish Xiang Qingtian!"

He could not understand.

Why did these People of Shenzhou insist on fighting when there was no possibility of victory?

Wasn’t this just seeking death?

When a person dies, what use are they?

"Brave soldiers of Shenzhou—" Huo Jingyu reined his warhorse, his black armor gleaming in the fierce sun, the flames in his eyes not of battle, but of protection, "In ancient times, Grand Ancestor led ten thousand Iron Cavalry to recover the land, today I lead the Divine Strategy Army, with eight thousand Long Spear Guards to defend Shenzhou!"

"Charge—!"

Drum sounds shook the heavens, fighting spirit soared.

Eight thousand members of the Divine Strategy Army were equivalent to hundreds of thousands of troops.

And since they were fighting to defend Shenzhou, each member of the Divine Strategy Army was valiant.

"Sir, the Divine Strategy Army truly deserves to be one of the strongest fighting forces among the Six Great Sects," someone said. "The Prince of Chu had many more soldiers than the Divine Strategy Army, yet the Divine Strategy Army inflicted greater losses on us."

"Hmph, indeed not bad," the general snorted coldly. "But it’s useless. No matter how strong they are, they are merely ants against a chariot, merely a difference between an early or late death!"

He hated most about Shenzhou people not that they were tough or hard to kill, but that they simply didn’t know the meaning of "surrender."

What could such tenacity change?

Better to surrender early, not only to save your life but also to gain their recognition and reward.

The enemy leader lost his patience: "Kill them all!"

It was still a gruesome war, and all Ye Wanlan saw before her was a blur of blood.

It was unknown how long passed before only Huo Jingyu remained among the countless dead on the battlefield, blood flowing everywhere.

For Ye Wanlan, this scene was all too familiar. On the northwest battlefield, only He Jia stood in the end.

But for a commander, this was undoubtedly the cruelest thing.

Watching brothers and sisters fall one after another, with no one left at one’s side, how much pain must that cause?

Huo Jingyu’s lips were tightly closed, a look of restraint in his eyes; he slowly grasped his spear, his eyes filled with determination.

Ye Wanlan watched him and murmured, "With my Divine Strategy long spear in hand, may peace reign over Heaven and Earth—"

Clear skies above, yet thunder rumbled, incessant as endless thread.

Divine Strategy Spear Technique, Heaven-Shaking Thunder!

Ye Wanlan said, "Splitting the Earth."

With a "crack," the ground opened a deep crevice; flames erupted, burning fiercely.

Divine Strategy Spear Technique, Sparks Start a Prairie Fire!

Suddenly, the enemy was caught off guard, many buried underground without even an opportunity to scream.

Huo Jingyu hadn’t stopped, continuing the assault, even though his body was now drenched in blood.

Ye Wanlan watched his actions closely, and continued, "Moving Mountains, Overturning the Sea!"

Divine Strategy Spear Technique, Hidden Dragon Soaring from the Abyss!

Ye Wanlan said, "Intimidating Devils and Ghosts, shaking the divine in all directions."

Divine Strategy Spear Technique, Sweeping Thousands of Troops!

The enemy was truly intimidated by the might displayed by Huo Jingyu’s spear, their faces showing rare panic, wanting to flee.

The enemy leader’s face turned ashen.

Obviously, he had not anticipated that, at the last moment, Huo Jingyu could explode with such a one-man-against-a-thousand-armies momentum.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly!" the enemy leader shouted furiously. "This man must not be spared!"

He believed, if Huo Jingyu lived, he would certainly cause great trouble.

Sword light and shadow loomed large.

Ye Wanlan softly recited the last words of the Divine Strategy teaching—

"If this long spear shatters, fight to the death, never rest."

As if to echo these words, a "snap" sounded, and the Shen Wei Spear in Huo Jingyu’s hand broke in two.

"Sshhh—!"

At that moment, several blades simultaneously pierced Huo Jingyu’s body and were drawn out.

The winds surged, and all fell silent.

On the vast lands of the Southern Frontier, the Prince had fallen, the Divine Strategy Army had fallen.

It truly signaled what was meant by "every inch of land for every drop of blood."

"What tough bones," the enemy leader wiped his hands with disgust. "Let’s go, we have to rendezvous at Fengyuan; we have no time to waste words with these tough bones."

The great army marched past, like locusts swarming.

The enemy leader did not know that Huo Jingyu had but a single breath left, and it was only that—a single breath.

Ye Wanlan had seen Huo Jingyu many times; the first was when she was very young.

At that time, Huo Jingyu was also very young, just over ten years old, already talented and extraordinary, had been summoned by Ning Zhaozong.

Zhaozong had asked him with a smile, "Aren’t you afraid to take up a spear and mount a horse at such a young age?"

What did Huo Jingyu say at that time?

He said, "A hero may perish on the battlefield; it is my honor, Huo Jingyu, to do so."

He must have been happy at the last moment.

Ye Wanlan saw his cracked lips move.

Understanding what he said shook her body, disbelief taking hold.

"Yun Qing." Huo Jingyu was uttering the name of the Master of Taiyi Palace, Shui Yunqing.

From afar, he seemed to see a figure rushing forward, looking just as he remembered.

Seven years had passed, she hadn’t changed at all, still as beautiful as ever.

"Jingyu!"

"Yun Qing..."

He looked at her one last time, whispering her name, and breathed his last.