Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1145 The Order of Ten Thousand Returns, A Giant Hand Tears Through the Sky

The Wolf King remained silent.

It turned around, dragging its injured left front paw, and walked north step by step.

With each step it takes, its size shrinks.

When they reached the horizon, the enormous silver wolf, once as massive as a mountain, had shrunk to the size of an ordinary wild wolf.

It glanced back at Zhang Yuan one last time before disappearing into the demonic energy of the north.

As it departed, the purplish-black demonic energy line that stretched across the sky also began to slowly recede backward.

The million-strong army of demonic beasts retreated northwards, following the line of demonic energy, like the receding tide.

Not a single magical beast dared to turn around and look.

The wasteland fell silent once more.

All that remained were the corpses of monsters scattered on the ground, and Zhang Yuan standing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He sheathed his Autumn Chill Blade and turned to walk towards the camp.

The army of 100,000 undead regrouped behind him, and the light of the battle runes slowly dimmed.

Those silvery-gray lights burned quietly in their eye sockets, as if they had completed a mission that was a million years overdue and could finally rest in peace.

Zhang Yuan held up the two halves of the token and shouted sternly, "Yue Battalion—"

Ten thousand voices emanated simultaneously from the depths of those armors.

Some are old.

There are young people.

Some are complete.

Some were broken.

They had waited millions of years for this moment. "Here!"

"Return to the formation!"

The gray light suddenly expanded.

It wasn't an explosion, but a silent spread, like a stone thrown into calm water, creating a huge ripple.

Then, the armor transformed into countless tiny gray specks of light, floating up from the ground like a reverse-flowing galaxy, flying towards the Zhenyue Token in Zhang Yuan's hand.

The light points flowed into the token, and the patterns on the token lit up one by one.

First came the character “镇” (zhen), then the character “岳” (yue), and then the layers upon layers of mountain range patterns.

The 100,000 suits of armor dissipated, turning into gray specks of light that merged into the token.

The silver-gray light that had burned in their eye sockets for millions of years flashed one last time before fading away, as if taking one last look at the world.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the army of 100,000 undead had completely vanished.

On the entire wasteland, only the broken armor remnants lay quietly scattered on the ground, as if a long dream that had just ended over a million years had just ended.

The light on the Zhenyue Token dimmed, returning to its dark black color.

Zhang Yuan could feel that the token had become heavier.

It's much heavier than before.

It felt like it contained the weight of 100,000 souls.

"boom--"

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from the sky.

It wasn't thunder.

It was a deeper, heavier sound, like someone on the other side of the sky forcefully pounding a huge drum.

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

The sky cracked open.

A massive crack appeared on the horizon, stretching across the entire sky from east to west, like an invisible eye slowly opening.

A purplish-black light flowed along the edge of the crack, and deep within the crack was endless darkness, with no bottom in sight.

In the distance, the Wolf King atop the mountain ridge suddenly raised its head, its golden pupils contracting sharply.

"No...it's impossible...how could the seal be here at this time..."

Before it could finish speaking, a huge hand covered in purplish-black scales emerged from the crack.

The hand was so large it covered half the sky, each finger as thick as a mountain peak, with dark red chains wrapped around the knuckles, the chains engraved with ancient runes.

The hand slammed down and uprooted the Wolf King.

No, it wasn't the Wolf King, it was the earth. The entire earth was grasped by that hand—mountains, rivers, forests, wastelands—like a giant carpet being lifted up from the edge.

Countless monsters screamed as they fell into the crevice, their bodies twisting and deforming in the purplish-black light before disappearing into the endless darkness.

The Wolf King's body looked like a small snake being caught in that palm.

It struggled desperately, its silvery-white mane standing on end, and its golden pupils burning with anger and resentment.

Its sharp claws tore at the palm, the tips digging into the purplish-black scales, twisting off pieces of shimmering fragments, but the palm remained unmoved, gripping it and dragging it inch by inch into the depths of the crevice.

The silver giant star left a long trail of blood in the void.

The Wolf King took one last look at the wasteland and let out a mournful roar: "You—know nothing—"

Then it was dragged into the depths of the rift and disappeared into the endless darkness.

The crack began to slowly close.

The purplish-black light flickered a few times at the edge of the crack, then disappeared completely.

The sky returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was stunned.

Yan He stood at the entrance of the camp, looking up at the sky that had returned to calm, and remained motionless for a long time.

"what is that?"

No one could answer him.

Nobody knows what it is.

Tuoba Shan dropped the knife in his hand to the ground without even noticing.

He just stood there, staring at the sky, his eyes vacant.

Amu sat down against the wooden fence, his legs trembling, but he didn't realize it.

Yan Qing stood in the crowd, gripping the bone-white dagger, his whole body trembling.

He saw the hand.

That hand was so big it could grab the entire earth.

If that hand was coming at them... he dared not think any further.

Only Zhang Yuan was still standing.

The gray specks of light flowing into the token seemed to be stimulated by something, churning and colliding violently inside the token, like a group of ferocious beasts trapped in a cage frantically pounding on the walls.

The fine lines on the surface of the token flickered intermittently.

It's not fear.

It's anger.

It was the unforgettable rage that erupted from the souls that had been dormant for millions of years the moment they smelled the scent of their nemesis.

He slowly raised his head and looked into the void.

The crack has closed, but a faint, almost imperceptible purplish-black line remains in the sky, like a scar stretching across the heavens.

He stared at the scar, gripped the token in his hand, and spoke calmly, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself.

"The seal has loosened."

……

That night, an urgent report sealed with a secret technique was sent from Canglang Plain.

The array patterns on the communication array plate lit up all night.

The buzzing vibration could be heard from three miles away.

The message contained only one sentence.

"The Azure Wolf Plains have been attacked. The seal has loosened. Ancient demons have reappeared. We request assistance."

The first to receive the message was the General's Mansion at Shilei Fort.

When the array in the communication room lit up, the captain on duty glanced at the message and immediately dropped his teacup, shattering it into pieces.

He stumbled and scrambled into the general's council chamber.

In less than an hour, all the troops stationed at Shileibao received a Level 1 combat readiness order.

The city gates closed, and the city's protective formation was activated.

The three border garrison camps, which were resting, were recalled overnight. The campfires in the camps burned together, forming a fiery horizon when viewed from the city walls. (End of Chapter)