On the battlefield filled with flashing swords and blades, several beams of light suddenly shot up from the four corners of the Wildlands battlefield.
The beams of light quickly converged towards the center, forming a semicircular halo that enveloped the entire battlefield with a mighty killing intent.
The immortal soldiers who were fighting quickly retreated, while the demon generals were suppressed by the array and reacted only slightly slower before being included in it.
Zhutao was trapped inside, desperately attacking the array.
“The Four-Direction Killing Array!” Zhutao roared, “I didn’t expect you guys in the immortal realm to be even more ruthless than us in the demon realm. You sacrificed four immortal masters with ten thousand years of cultivation to obtain this Four-Direction Killing array!”
Ling Lang’s eyebrows and eyes were calm and indifferent, as if a layer of ice had formed. He opened his lips and spoke with a cold and chilling voice.
“If sacrificing a few can save more lives, then they died for a worthy cause.”
After he finished speaking, the immortal soldiers behind him quickly formed the array, ready to completely condense the Four-Direction Killing Array.
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“Gb Zw?”
Chan Yu smiled slightly; her gaze towards Ling Lang was gentle; and she softly replied, “Emperor, I’m here.”
Sui Ning’s gaze suddenly froze. That woman was Chan Yu, Ling Lang’s wife, and the Empress.
Xie Changzhou sighed softly, his kind and merciful face showing a hint of reluctance.
“So that’s it.”
Zhutao laughed loudly. For years, Ling Lang had always been cold and decisive, never showing any signs of panic or chaos. It was surprising to see him in such a state now.
“Ling Lang, do you want to send your wife to die?” His eyes were fierce as the long spear in his hand slid down Chan Yu’s delicate and white face.
Ling Lang immediately roared, “Don’t touch her!”
His sword flew out in response, whistling towards Zhutao, but was intercepted by the Four-Direction Killing Array.
Chan Yu’s gentle eyes remained calm, and her soft gaze looked towards Ling Lang, full of endless affection.
Zhutao continued to provoke him, saying, “Oh, by the way, your wife seems to be pregnant.”
“It’s not easy for offspring to be conceived in the immortal world, and you don’t even want your own child?”
Zhutao looked at him with a surge of malice in his eyes.
What he disliked the most was Ling Lang’s arrogant attitude. No matter how powerful he was or how he was the head of the immortal world, his wife and child were in his hands.
Everyone knew how much Ling Lang loved his wife. He had gone alone to explore the Kunlun realm just to obtain the soul seal plate for her. He had become the number one person in the immortal world within ten thousand years just to marry Chan Yu. And now, Chan Yu was pregnant with his child.
As she watched the battle from the sidelines, Sui Ning’s heart sank. She vaguely knew the outcome of this battle.
Ling Lang’s face was full of anger as he looked at Chan Yu with a desperate and shattered expression. Chan Yu was his wife, carrying his child, alone in the midst of this battle with the demon race.
Chan Yu smiled gently at him, her eyes full of calmness and fearlessness. She nodded lightly at Ling Lang.
Ling Lang understood her meaning.
She said, “Emperor, do what you have to do.”
Ling Lang felt hopeless in his heart. His eyes turned crimson, and he shook his head vigorously, wanting to rush into that battle regardless of the consequences.
The generals from the immortal realm behind him rushed forward to stop him.
“Emperor, the four immortals cannot die in vain, and our soldiers cannot be sacrificed in vain!”
“Please form a battle array, Emperor!”
Several generals kneeled in front of him, followed by the numerous immortal soldiers behind them, their voices uniform.
“Please form a battle array, Emperor!”
Ling Lang was on the verge of collapse. They were all forcing him to make a decision—to send his wife and child to their deaths.
But how could he be willing?
He loved her so much—the person who had captured his heart since he was young, the person he had worked so hard to marry. How could he possibly send her to her death?
Zhuotao laughed loudly, his laughter full of absurdity. “Your immortal realm is truly hypocritical, sending a woman to her death.”
A general from the immortal realm stepped forward and bowed down to the ground with a choked and resolute voice.
“Emperor, the Four-Direction Killing Array must be formed within a minute; we cannot let it be wasted again!”
“Please form the array, Emperor!”
Ling Lang looked at Chan Yu with a solemn expression. Despite the pure and gentle smile on her small face, her black eyes showed both affection and determination.
“Emperor, listen to me.”
She was also forcing him to make a decision.
She was asking him to send her to her death.
In front of him were several generals kneeling on the ground, and behind him were countless immortal soldiers, all waiting for him to make a decision.
He remembered the four immortal warriors who left with a gentle and calm expression, without any fear of death, and with eyes full of hope for the future of the immortal realm.
“Sacrificing for the world is the destiny we have sought all our lives.”
In the hundreds of years of war with the demon realm, too many people were sacrificed. The four warriors, with a cultivation of ten thousand years, paid the price of their lives to exchange for this four-direction killing array.
As long as they could kill the tyrant and the elite demon realm members in this battle, they could seal the demon race with one stroke, bringing peace to the world.
Of course, Ling Lang understood this.
But how could he be willing to do it?
“Please form the array, Emperor, and kill the demon clan!”
“Please form the array, Emperor, and kill the demon clan!”
“Please form the array, Emperor, and kill the demon clan!”
The deafening voices were forcing him to make a choice.
His crimson eyes looked at his lover, and she smiled gently at him and nodded.
She ordered him to form a battle array.
He shook his head and looked at her silently.
As the square battle array was about to dissipate, Chan Yu spoke with a soft voice that entered his ears, and he felt utterly hopeless.
Chan Yu said, “Emperor, this is my destiny, but it’s also your responsibility!”
“Emperor, don’t disappoint me.”
Her eyes were determined like never before.
He choked up, tears rolling down his face, and his voice became hoarse.
Inside the square battle array, Chan Yu’s gentle eyes gradually turned red as she looked at him with firmness.
Ling Lang’s voice trembled, almost collapsing.
“Soldiers, listen to my orders…”
His figure stood tall and straight again, and the sword he held in his hand pointed directly at the demon race below.
He gazed at her across the void, and she looked at him with gentle brows and eyes full of affection.
“Form the battle array and exterminate the demon race!”
Just as the square battle array was about to dissipate, the vigorous spiritual energy of the immortal soldiers poured out, and the array reformed.
Zhuotao looked panicked, and the demon generals scattered and crazily attacked the array, trying to escape.
The overwhelming spiritual energy converged, and a red light burst out from within the array. Ling Lang took one last look at his wife.
She was still as gentle as water, her eyes full of reluctance and gratification.
And then she was thoroughly invaded by the red light.
Ling Lang suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, unable to hold on any longer, and fell into darkness.
Sui Ning’s eyes were slightly red, almost tearing up.
In this great war, everyone was forcing him to choose between saving the world and saving his wife.
An emperor must sacrifice his own wife and children for the sake of the world.
Xie Changzhou’s black and dense eyelashes drooped down; he remained silent for a long time before he let out a sigh.
Although Empress Chan Yu didn’t die directly at the hands of Emperor Ling Lang, she was indirectly killed by him.
But who could blame him?
If he were Emperor Ling Lang, he might have made the same choice.
People like them carry a heavy burden, and every wrong step they take could lead to tens of thousands of innocent lives being lost.
Sacrifice is inevitable to save the world, but he will also accompany her to death.
Sui Ning and Xie Changzhou watched the entire process of the immortal realm suppressing the demon realm with the illusion.
After waking up, Emperor Ling Lang returned to his previous appearance.
Ruthless and decisive, calm and self-restrained
He was too indifferent, as if Chan Yu were not a person to him.
He led the immortal realm to pursue the victory, and the remnants of the demon race were driven into the lower realm, and the Soul Suppression Tower was taken out to suppress them in the far north, giving the world a time of peace and prosperity.
When Empress Chan Yu’s mother, Lady Hongjia, heard the news of her daughter’s death, she almost beat Emperor Ling Lang half to death with a few disciples from her clan.
Emperor Ling Lang did not fight back, letting them hit him and showing no expression, as if he were already dead.
The loss of her daughter made Lady Hongjia, who was usually calm, lose her rationality. She gave birth to her daughter late in life and had only one daughter, whom she loved dearly.
Although Ling Lang was born as an immortal, his father’s clan was declining, and she looked down on him. However, since Chan Yu was going to marry him, Ling Lang also worked hard and became number one in the immortal realm.
But who would have thought that her daughter would be captured by the demon race while pregnant and taken to the Wildlands battlefield.
Ling Lang personally ordered her to be killed.
She knew he was doing the right thing, but she was unwilling.
That was her daughter—the flesh that she carried for ten months.
On that day, the top god in the immortal realm, Emperor Ling Lang, was almost killed.
In the end, Lady Hongjia stopped several disciples, wiped away her tears, and remained dignified and elegant.
She looked down at Ling Lang lying on the ground, unsure if he was alive or dead, and pierced his heart with every word.
“Emperor Ling Lang, I would rather Chan Yu had never married you.”
“You and her; your fate ends here.”
Sui Ning and Xie Changzhou watched Ling Lang lying on the ground in silence, from day to night, as quiet as death.
When night fell, he finally stood up.
He stumbled to a palace and entered it.
The orchids in the garden had withered, and the courtyard was covered in maple leaves and signs of decay.
The swing in the corner of the courtyard was covered in dust. He had made it himself when Chan Yu married him more than two thousand years ago.
When Chan Yu was still alive, she would carefully clean it every day, and when he returned from work, he would often see her sitting on it, admiring the flowers and reading.
For so many years, the swing remained as clean as new, but now it was covered in dust.
He walked through the corridor and entered the palace, standing outside in silence for a long time before cautiously pushing open the door.
Sui Ning and Xie Changzhou followed him in.
He walked through the long corridor and stood outside the bedroom in silence for a while before carefully pushing open the door. Sui Ning and Xie Changzhou followed him in.
The room was clean and tidy, filled with a pleasant fragrance. In the center was a beautifully crafted baby crib. On the table beside the crib were several pieces of fabric and a small garment, with fine needlework and soft materials. It was made by Chan Yu for their unborn child.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ling Lang fell to his knees on the ground, tightly clutching the small garment. His once upright figure was now hunched over, curled up on the ground, crying out in pain.
It was the third month since Chan Yu left, and he finally had to face the fact that he had lost her and their child.
T/N:
The novel features a hierarchical system of cultivation with stages such as Qi refining> foundation establishment> golden core>nascent soul> divine realm/Mahayana stage> crossing tribulation stage> and ascension.
Xie Changzhou is in mid Crossing Tribulations stage which makes him the strongest in the cultivation realm
Shen Jie/Demon Lord is in the early stages of the tribulation.
Xie Changzhou was poisoned when he just entered the divine realm/Mahayana stage.
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