Wang Zhe soared straight up into the air, more than a hundred feet high. His blue Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. He lifted his arms slightly, hooked his thumbs onto his middle fingers, and then let out a long whistle that sounded like a dragon's roar, shaking the entire battlefield. Then his golden crown above his head suddenly exploded into countless meteors, and his black hair spun and danced around his face. Wang Zhe brought his palms together and raised his index fingers, crossing the remaining four fingers. He shouted, "Lin!" A spark of light flowed from the Shangyang point on his right index finger, passing through various acupoints of the Hand Yangming Meridian, such as Hegu, Yangxi, Xiawan, Quchi, and Jugu, flashing across his face, and flowing down to his chest. Wang Zhe straightened his thumb and pressed it against the index finger while simultaneously separating the middle finger and stacking it on the index finger. "Bing!" Another point of light flowed out from the Shaoyang point on his left little finger, passing through various acupoints of the Hand Taiyang Meridian, such as Houxi, Yanggu, Xiaohai, Jianzhen, Bingfeng, and Tianrong, flowing into his chest along the Hand Sun Meridian. Wang Zhe changed his handprint again, raising his ring finger, middle finger, and thumb, while crossing his little finger and index finger. "Dou!" The same light flowed out from the Yinwei point on his right foot, passing through various acupoints of the Foot Shaoyang Meridian, such as Xiexi, Yangjiao, Yangfu, Yangling, Fengshi, and Huanjiao, and rising up the Foot Sun Meridian to his abdomen. Wang Zhe formed his handprint again, with his index finger and thumb standing straight and the remaining three fingers hooked downwards and joined together. "Zhe!" This time it was the Foot Taiyang Meridian, flowing from the Zhiyin, Jinmen, Feiyang, Heyang, Weizhong, Weiyang, and Zhichong acupoints all the way to the abdomen. Wang Zhe's hands formed various handprints like blooming flowers, constantly shouting, "All! Formation! Line! Ahead!" With each shout, a point of light responded, and all six meridians (Hand Shaoyang, Hand Yangming, Hand Taiyang, Foot Shaoyang, Foot Yangming, and Foot Taiyang) circulated, converging into his chest and abdomen. Then, the Yangji and Yangwei vessels were activated, and a total of eight bright balls of light gathered within him, resembling eight dazzling suns.
Wang Zhe's Nine Suns Divine Art had only reached the eighth sun realm, making him the first person in the Taiyi True Sect to do so in two hundred years. If Han Geng hadn't died, it was highly likely that he would have reached the peak of the eighth sun or even the ninth sun realm in thirty years.
Wang Zhe stood suspended in mid-air, as if walking on level ground. His face was as calm as water, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and his body radiating a bright light, as if a divine being had descended. His ten fingers were clasped together, as if holding a Tai Chi ball. He then spoke in a deep voice, "Go!"
A beam of light appeared from his abdomen, splitting into two parts, following the Ren and Du meridians as they spiraled upward. Together with the Shaoyang, Yangming, and Taiyang six meridians, as well as the Yangtao and Yangwei two meridians, they intersected at the lips and merged back into the cells in the abdomen. This ball of light gathered six Yang meridians and two Yang meridians, shining brighter than ever before. The eight light balls that had condensed all of Wang Zhe's life cultivation were gathered one by one, finally merging into one, like a sun rotating and expanding between his chest and abdomen, about to break through the physical limitations and burst out.
Achilles was horrified, pulling on the reins of his warhorse. He heard the piercing screams of Daji Xue Na's curse again in his ears, "It's the sun! The sun of destruction that will burn everything!"
He finally witnessed the birth of a sun, and even though he was separated by a hundred feet of airspace, the temperature around him still rose sharply. The brass helmets of the Roman soldiers under his command were illuminated, as if melting under the scorching sun and turning into liquid flames.
The emergence of the Nine Suns was almost every practitioner's dream state. But only Wang Zhe knew that, although he cooperated with the Nine-character mantra to stimulate all the true yang elements in his body and condense the Nine Suns, he couldn't control them. His cultivation was not enough to control the Nine Suns, and his physical body, which had not yet reached the ultimate state of cultivation, was not strong enough to contain the immense power of the Nine Suns. The moment the Nine Suns appeared was also the moment his physical body would deteriorate.
Wang Zhe suddenly opened his arms and shouted, "Extreme!"
In an instant, his body turned into a dazzling light, and the intense light even obscured the sun, rushing towards the grassland like a thunderbolt, enveloping the entire battlefield and forming a huge ball of light with a diameter of ten miles.
The light flashed, and the battlefield, once full of chaos, suddenly fell silent. The lush green grassland, broken spears, blood-stained shields, fallen bodies, and the brave warriors on both sides, all seemed to be completely engulfed by the light, disappearing without a trace in an instant. Even the earth cracked and formed a blackened cemetery with a diameter of ten miles.
The dense green grass on the circular edge was scorched by the high temperature and then caught fire, creating flames that rose up to a height of several meters. The flames spread faster than a galloping horse, and Cheng had to drive his horse with all his might, racing against the flames behind him.
A sudden heavy rain accompanied by strong winds swept in, finally extinguishing the fire and concealing everything in the world. Cheng galloped his horse relentlessly with only one thought in his mind: to leave! To leave this land of death far behind! Yue, whose acupoints were sealed, lay on the saddle. She witnessed the unforgettable scene but couldn't struggle, scream, or turn into an undying spirit like her companions who were as close as siblings. In the lightning, Cheng saw her white face, wet with rain or tears, he didn't know. He pulled out a sheepskin cloak and covered Yue's head and face, shivering as he shouted, "Don't freeze to death!" This horrible weather changed rapidly from scorching sun to pouring rain. Cheng was drenched from head to toe and his hands and feet were icy cold. If it weren't for the warm energy constantly emitting from his dantian, he might have frozen in the rain. While galloping on his horse, he vigorously urged his true yang from the dantian, without any concern for how much it was consumed. Cheng didn't know that the inexplicable life and death root on his body had absorbed too much death energy today. At the moment he left the hill, the number of soldiers who died on both sides had exceeded ten thousand, and the breath of these dead soldiers had been converted into infinite true yang through the life and death root. If it were a practitioner who had been cultivating for many years, obtaining so much true yang at once would be cause for great joy and the first thing they would do is to find a place to refine and convert the absorbed true yang into their own true element. But Cheng knew nothing about this, and in one breath, he wasted over ten thousand lives' worth of true yang. It was like a primitive man coming to the modern world and using bundles of banknotes to keep warm in a bonfire, enough to make any knowledgeable person's eyes burn with anger. After galloping all night, unfortunately, Cheng had already wasted more than half of the true yang he had absorbed, but luckily, his meridians did not rupture due to the unbearable burden. Cheng was still unaware of all this. When he saw the first ray of dawn rise on the horizon to his left, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Struggling to dismount, he felt a severe pain in his legs as he fell to the ground. There were two palm-sized wounds on the inside of his thighs from being rubbed against the saddle. Cheng laboriously carried Yue down from the horse, then fell to the ground and lapsed into a deep sleep. A slight itch in his throat woke him up, but he just turned his head and continued to sleep. The itch returned, accompanied by a cold chill. Cheng turned his head again, hoping the pesky mosquito would fly away on its own. But the itch persisted, and Cheng became furious, slapping his neck with one hand. The mosquito flew away, but its tail hit his finger.
"Ah!"
Cheng screamed as he held his bleeding finger.
Yue pointed her sword at his throat, with a drop of blood still on the blade. She had placed the sword at Cheng's throat several times, but this shameless man could sleep like a pig. Although Yue hated Cheng to the bone, she believed in acting with integrity. Killing him while he slept would not make her a hero. Even if she died, she wanted to make sure that this bastard knew why he was dying.
Cheng squeezed his bleeding finger, and the red alarm in his mind was flashing uncontrollably. He knew no one was coming to save him now. He was certain that within a hundred miles around them, there was no one else alive.
Yue gritted her teeth and whispered, "Shameless man! You dishonored my innocence. What else do you have to say?"
"I do!" Cheng shouted, "I'm the one who saved you!"
"I'd rather die in battle with them! Who asked you to save me?" Yue angrily replied.
"But I saved you twice!" Cheng insisted.
"Don't worry! If I kill you, I will find those Romans. If I can't kill them, they will kill me. If I can kill them all, I will commit suicide. I won't come back alive. Consider it payback for your life." Yue gritted her teeth.
What kind of payback was this? Cheng once again deeply realized that women were creatures without logic. They only used their own reasoning to achieve their arbitrary and unreasonable goals.
"Wait! Do you know who killed the general?" Cheng said, "It's Agamemnon! Caesar's eldest son!"
Puh! Agamemnon was the legendary king of Mycenae, who lived more than a thousand years before Caesar. How could he be his son?
"Where are they?" Yue said coldly.
"Rome! Go west, pass through Persia, Nineveh, Tigris, Euphrates, and then to Damascus, then through Constantinople, across the Mediterranean, Greece, and finally to the Apennine Peninsula. If Caesar is on a tour, you will also have to go to Carthage, Gaul, Egypt, Iceland, Greenland, Hawaii, Easter Island..." Cheng randomly listed off places he knew, "You haven't been to any of those places, so you'll never find them if you kill me!"
Yue replied coldly, "Then I'll spend my whole life looking for them!"
"She said as she raised her sword to strike, but Cheng quickly shouted, 'Stop! You can't kill me!' 'Why can't I?' Yue asked. 'Because of Commander Shi!' Cheng finally found a way out, 'He left behind a last wish for me to fulfill.' Yue gritted her teeth and said, 'How could Commander Shi ask a despicable, shameless, lowly, incompetent, cowardly person like you to do anything?' 'You heard him yourself! He even said please!' Cheng replied. Yue did hear that sentence, but she didn't understand what Wang Zhe could ask of this little person. 'Tell me what it is. I'll do it for Commander Shi,' Yue said. 'Am I that stupid? You'll just kill me if I tell you.' Cheng closed his mouth tightly and put on a brave face. The more Yue looked at him, the angrier she got. She gave him a slap and said, 'You little person!' Cheng was furious. He had never been beaten by a woman before, but in this world, he had been slapped by a dead girl a few times. He smirked, 'Am I really that little? I should be pretty big to you!' Yue's white cheeks flushed red. She suddenly reached out her left hand and grabbed Cheng's throat. Although Cheng's true yang energy was somewhat there, he had no idea how to use it and was choked by her. Yue's slender fingers tightened, as if she wanted to strangle him. Finally, she let go and threw him to the side, 'Get lost!' Cheng got up from the ground, dusted off his clothes, and was surprised to find that the wound on his thigh had healed quickly, and even the cut on his little toe from the sword was already gone. It was healing so fast. If this continued, would he become an immortal monster? Yue saddled her horse, mounted it, turned its head, and galloped towards the battlefield. 'Hey!' Cheng shouted, 'There's no one over there! Commander Shi is dead, and even his body is gone!' Yue ignored him and urged her horse forward. Cheng was anxious. The two horses were tied together, and all the food and water were on them. If she left like this, his chances of walking out of this vast grassland were slim. 'Don't forget! Commander Shi wants you to go to Chang'an!' Cheng shouted. Wang Zhe's face was still big enough that when Cheng said this, Yue finally stopped her horse. She thought for a moment and then turned her horse's head. 'Wait for me! Commander Shi also asked me to take care of you!' Cheng shouted. Yue spat on the ground and then pulled the reins. She didn't even look back as she galloped southeast. Cheng stood alone in the vast grassland, looking at the endless expanse in front of him, and slowly opened his mouth. 'Heaven... how do I get out of here?' "
"She said as she raised her sword to strike, but Cheng quickly shouted, 'Stop! You can't kill me!' 'Why can't I?' Yue asked. 'Because of Commander Shi!' Cheng finally found a way out, 'He left behind a last wish for me to fulfill.' Yue gritted her teeth and said, 'How could Commander Shi ask a despicable, shameless, lowly, incompetent, cowardly person like you to do anything?' 'You heard him yourself! He even said please!' Cheng replied. Yue did hear that sentence, but she didn't understand what Wang Zhe could ask of this little person. 'Tell me what it is. I'll do it for Commander Shi,' Yue said. 'Am I that stupid? You'll just kill me if I tell you.' Cheng closed his mouth tightly and put on a brave face. The more Yue looked at him, the angrier she got. She gave him a slap and said, 'You little person!' Cheng was furious. He had never been beaten by a woman before, but in this world, he had been slapped by a dead girl a few times. He smirked, 'Am I really that little? I should be pretty big to you!' Yue's white cheeks flushed red. She suddenly reached out her left hand and grabbed Cheng's throat. Although Cheng's true yang energy was somewhat there, he had no idea how to use it and was choked by her. Yue's slender fingers tightened, as if she wanted to strangle him. Finally, she let go and threw him to the side, 'Get lost!' Cheng got up from the ground, dusted off his clothes, and was surprised to find that the wound on his thigh had healed quickly, and even the cut on his little toe from the sword was already gone. It was healing so fast. If this continued, would he become an immortal monster? Yue saddled her horse, mounted it, turned its head, and galloped towards the battlefield. 'Hey!' Cheng shouted, 'There's no one over there! Commander Shi is dead, and even his body is gone!' Yue ignored him and urged her horse forward. Cheng was anxious. The two horses were tied together, and all the food and water were on them. If she left like this, his chances of walking out of this vast grassland were slim. 'Don't forget! Commander Wang wants you to go to Chang'an!' Cheng shouted. Wang Zhe's face was still big enough that when Cheng said this, Yue finally stopped her horse. She thought for a momenWangt and then turned her horse's head. 'Wait for me! Commander Shi also asked me to take care of you!' Cheng shouted. Yue spat on the ground and then pulled the reins. She didn't even look back as she galloped southeast. Cheng stood alone in the vast grassland, looking at the endless expanse in front of him, and slowly opened his mouth. 'omg ... how do I get out of here?' "