Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1642 - 1643: War God Moves South

Chapter 1642: Chapter 1643: War God Moves South

Time is a long river, its waters flowing forward, never to return.

Be it ordinary people or those who stand at the pinnacle of the world, no one can reverse the turning of this river.

Qietuofu, as someone who had lived through that century-long war that spanned the globe, understood this better than anyone else.

He had witnessed too many people around him rise, fall, and ultimately vanish into the currents of history.

A century’s worth of time had passed, and of those friends he once knew, only a few remained in this world.

And standing before him now, blocking his path, was one of those few—the White-haired War Emperor.

"Old friend, turn back. You know better than I how turbulent the waters of Xia Country are now. Once you step across its border, even if the Empire doesn’t act against you, your chances of returning will be close to impossible."

Qietuofu blinked as he looked at this Martial Emperor who now served the Bei Luo Royal Family and spoke softly: "It wasn’t Her Majesty the Empress who sent you, was it?"

The old War Emperor shook his head. "His Royal Highness the Regent and the Empress have already discussed your situation. They don’t intend to stop you from going to Xia Country, but..."

"Then that’s fine. This old man has no desires left in this lifetime. If I can leave without being branded a traitor, I’ll already be content."

"But you must understand! Once you enter Xia Country, regardless of its official stance, returning will be as difficult as ascending to the heavens. And even the person you wish to see..."

"Don’t worry, old friend. Since I’ve come this far, I’m naturally prepared. This journey, I’ve resolved to take no matter what."

Behind him, a golden Heavy Sword materialized. Standing a hundred meters apart, he did not wait for an answer before speaking to himself.

"I have guarded Linbei City for nearly a century. It was for Bei Luo, but also for an oath. A century of solitude in Linbei City—now I’ve fulfilled my end of that promise. What remains is for me to settle the final regret of my life."

The White-haired War Emperor furrowed his brows deeply. After decades of friendship, how could he not know exactly what his old comrade intended to do this time?

"Even if the Empire allows you to proceed, even if I let you through—Qietuofu, do you truly believe you can fulfill your wish? How can you be so sure that young man isn’t deceiving you? How can you believe you can save that woman from years ago? You, more than anyone, should understand that what you’re facing isn’t one or two people, but an Ancient Clan that has stood in Xia Country for millennia!"

Hearing this, a faint smile flickered at the corners of Qietuofu’s mouth. He rubbed his bushy beard and replied with a grin, "So you’ve dug up a few clues already, have you?"

The White-haired Martial Emperor fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "Even if I didn’t say it, you would’ve figured it out yourself. Linbei City is a trading hub; you’ve access to as much information as the Royal Capital does."

"Indeed. I never ventured to Xia Country until now. First, because I hadn’t yet fulfilled the Linbei City oath. And second, because I didn’t even know if she was still alive. Originally, I intended to wait until my life was near its end before seeking out the Luo Clan to settle this old grudge. But now, it seems I must act sooner than planned."

"But..."

"I trust him."

With just these three words, Qietuofu silenced all of the White-haired War Emperor’s remaining doubts. The latter took a deep breath and asked one last question.

"Can you make it back?"

Qietuofu shook his head before touching the golden Heavy Sword behind him. "Go back and tell Her Majesty the Queen: if Qietuofu doesn’t return, Linbei City should be relinquished, and the forces stationed at the Dark Sea can be withdrawn."

"Why?"

The White-haired Martial Emperor asked in confusion.

"The Bam Alliance wouldn’t dare act while I remain. But the moment I leave, the entirety of Linbei City will fall within a very short time—and when that happens, the Dark Sea will truly stir."

The White-haired War Emperor suddenly realized something, lifting his head sharply. "All of this... was calculated by someone?"

Qietuofu didn’t answer. He merely turned to glance back at Linbei City, which he had defended for nearly a century. "The Bam Alliance has been infiltrating our country for close to a hundred years. One misstep won’t cripple them. I can’t say my departure is within their calculations, but I’m certain that once I’m gone, chaos will descend upon Bei Luo."

"And you still insist on leaving?"

The White-haired War Emperor asked, unable to fathom his resolve.

Qietuofu laughed aloud. "Do you really think that if I stayed, chaos wouldn’t come?"

The White-haired Martial Emperor was momentarily stunned, finally understanding Qietuofu’s meaning. "So this is why you have no choice but to leave?"

Qietuofu nodded. "A century of guardianship—I owe no debt to Bei Luo. From now on, Bei Luo’s fate has nothing to do with me."

With those words, Qietuofu gripped the golden Heavy Sword with one hand and turned to face Linbei City. With a mighty swing, an earth-shattering strike was unleashed!

Boom!

"What are you doing?!"

The White-haired War Emperor cried out in shock, unable to believe that Qietuofu would strike toward Linbei City on the eve of his departure.

"Don’t worry. This strike isn’t for Linbei City—it’s my final gift to those ’guests.’"

"Guests?"

Still confused, the White-haired Martial Emperor couldn’t make sense of Qietuofu’s intentions.

As the Sword Qi flew into the distance, gleaming gold in its trajectory, Qietuofu finally spoke in a soft voice.

"The Bam Alliance is, after all, an alliance. The chaos in the Royal Capital has been quelled, the Nether Clan was gravely wounded by Xia Country’s intervention. So, tell me—who do you think now holds authority within the Bam Alliance?"

The White-haired War Emperor immediately caught on. "That group of heretics?"

"After Xia Country spent a century pacifying its internal strife, this group—branded as the Demonic Path by Xia Country—poured into Bei Luo like fish crossing a river. Though they initially amounted to nothing, over the last ten years, they’ve undergone tremendous changes. The chaos in the Royal Capital? Those heretics undoubtedly played a role, and it’s possible that their eventual failure was part of their own scheme."

"You’re saying... that those heretics are manipulating the Nether Clan?"

"It’s just a guess. I lack concrete evidence. But one undeniable fact is that, as of now, those heretics wield the true authority within the Bam Alliance. That strike just now—it was meant for them."

"Qietuofu..."

"I’ve done all I can. Once I leave, Linbei City must be relinquished. As for Her Majesty the Queen..."

Suddenly, a thought struck Qietuofu, and he chuckled, looking to the south. "It seems I don’t need to remind her of that."

"I’m off! May we never meet again!"

A flash of golden light streaked past. When a War God chose to depart, not even the White-haired War Emperor could stop him.

He could only watch as the golden light vanished before his eyes, heaving a long sigh, unable to block Qietuofu’s southern path.

And the moment Qietuofu crossed into Xia Country’s border, several auras instantly locked onto this uninvited War God from Bei Luo.

At the same time, news of the Bei Luo War God personally entering Xia Country appeared on Zhao Xuanzhen’s desk.