Peerless Taoist

The ancient Sovereign King had set up a sacrificial altar above Mount Tai to report his own achievements and gain the recognition of the human race. Only then could he truly become the Human Sovereign.    

It was rumored that when the Prominent Sovereign had conferred the title of Mount Tai, all the heroes of the world had revered him. Humans, demons, immortals, ghosts and monsters of the five clans had contributed 30% of their fortune, and it had helped the Prominent Sovereign's strength to soar explosively. He had been able to obtain the title of Righteous Sovereign, and the world had followed him.    

Even though the Emperor of Taiqian had been invincible throughout his life, he had never been able to attain the title of Mount Tai.    

Because after the Prominent Emperor died, Mount Tai was occupied by the ancient demon.    

After the Sage had sealed the sky, the territory of Mount Tai had already been demarcated into outer space.    

Even though there had been countless emperors who had wanted to conquer that region and reclaim Mount Tai, they had still returned in defeat and returned with nothing.    

"We can't be in a different world, right?" Blackie said in shock.    

There were still many other worlds in this world.    

When some experts used their great techniques to fight, they would often tear apart the void, forming spatial rifts.    

There were people who had entered these spatial rifts before. Some would be lost in the boundless space and never come out again. On the contrary, some people would end up in a different world and escape through hardships. Describe everything he saw.    

In ancient times, the literary sage, Tao Qian, had once entered a paradise. It was filled with spiritual energy, and it was like a celestial paradise. When he came out, he would never be able to enter that world again.    

Lu Yu shook his head. "The law of the heavens here is definitely not something that any other world can possess. This place shouldn't be a different world."    

In the end, a different world was just an incomplete world.    

Take Lu Yu's storage bag for example. The space inside was equivalent to a different world. However, the space and the law were far from being as stable as the outside world.    

"They know. I should go and ask them." Lu Yu looked at the group of soldiers.    

At this moment, the corpses of all the dead soldiers were piled up together.    

In the battle just now, the entire garrison legion had lost over 70% of its members. It could be said to be tragic.    

The piles of corpses were densely arranged on the ground. Some people did not even have a complete corpse, and their bodies were bitten and covered in wounds. Some only had a head left.    

The damaged war flags fluttered in the wind.    

The surviving soldiers stood in front of the corpses of the deceased, and they used their hands to hammer their chests as they loudly chanted ancient war songs.    

A hundred generals died in battle, and ten years later, the soldiers returned.    

Some were alive, some were dead.    

"Qiyue Wuyi, in the same robe as your son..." When some of the generals finished singing, tears streaked across their eyes.    

The sounds of war songs being sung around them became louder and louder.    

Many people's eyes had already turned red, and they kept singing out loud and clear war songs.    

After tens of thousands of years, no one would remember that at such a desolate border, there was still such a group of soldiers defending the high wall.    

There was no record of them in the history books.    

However, their deaths had exchanged for a glimmer of hope for the human race. Without the protection of these people, the ancient times and the modern world would most likely still be a scene of the ancient demon wreaking havoc.    

Lu Yu came before Meng Shuai's corpse.    

His corpse was in an extremely miserable state.    

When the soldiers carried his corpse back, they were shocked to find that there was not a single part of Meng Shuai's body that was still intact.    

He was a Martial Saint, but he was already heavily injured to this extent.    

In the end, Meng Shuai did not fall down. The bronze sword in his hand was still stabbed into the ancient demon's body.