Chapter 1772 - 317: End of Volume 5

Li Zhiyuan walked toward the lamp while waving his hand and said:

"Tan Wenbin, you're in command."

"Understood!"

Tan Wenbin reached out and patted Lin Shuyou's shoulder, asking, "Ah You, how are the needles affecting you?"

Lin Shuyou: "Huh? There is some effect, but I can still fight."

Tan Wenbin: "Alright, I understand."

After this brief conversation, both Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou fell silent for a moment.

They were used to Brother Xiao Yuan commanding them mentally through the Red Line, knowing everyone's real-time status, sometimes even more clearly than the individuals themselves.

Returning to verbal communication felt strange, like reaching for a pen to write a letter after being accustomed to making phone calls.

Tan Wenbin: "Run Sheng, go!"

Run Sheng lunged forward in a flash, swinging a shovel, causing the Great Elder to tumble backward in fright but still getting hit and sent flying.

"Lin Shuyou, attack and retreat!"

Lin Shuyou charged from the side, sweeping with his double mace, while the Great Elder raised his arms to block.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two heavy thuds, causing the Great Elder to cry out in pain.

Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that while this Great Elder is hard to kill, he was just hard to kill, nothing more.

Li Zhiyuan crouched in front of the lamp, and as the cracking sounds continued, the lamp completely shattered.

A ball of white light emerged from within, immediately showing signs of dissipating.

This is Zhao Wuyang... his last spiritual thought.

By rights, this should go to Zhao Yi, as it is the last trace left by his ancestor in the mortal world.

But it was too late now, and the boy didn't even know where Zhao Yi was.

Moreover, Li Zhiyuan didn't know how to seal and preserve such a presence, and even if he did... it wouldn't be appropriate to do so.

These inner reflections were not Li Zhiyuan rationalizing "keeping it for himself," nor was he considering how to explain this to Zhao Yi later.

If Li Zhiyuan truly wanted to "keep it for himself," he wouldn't care about Zhao Yi's feelings at all.

The crucial point is that spiritual thoughts, especially Dragon King's spiritual thoughts, are easier to harmonize with close kin. For those not of the family, forcibly taking it will turn a blessing into a curse.

So Li Zhiyuan simply did nothing, just squatted there, planning to watch it quietly vanish.

To see off this Dragon King on his final journey in this world.

However, at this moment, the white light drifted actively toward Li Zhiyuan.

It came on its own, and Li Zhiyuan would not avoid it awkwardly.

The boy stretched out his right hand, palm open, and the white light descended.

As soon as it made contact, Li Zhiyuan felt a warm current flowing from his palm into his body, replenishing his near-exhausted frame.

And this was just the initial effect of the spiritual thought.

At the same time, a faint sigh reached the boy's ears:

"Alas, all your family's spirits... are gone..."

No more words, it seemed to be an expression of a mind state or emotion, without prelude or closure.

"Zhao Wuyang" had come to Nantong, had been to the East Room, had seen the altars on the large offering table without spirits.

The Dragon King, who suppressed a generation of Jianghu for the mortal world, even after his death, the merit he transformed into surpassed that of river gods.

Although without selfish thoughts, guidance, and protection in the unseen still manifests in future descendants.

This is recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

Originally, the Dragon King's Court didn't lack this, and after the Qin Liu marriage, they should have been the most prosperous in this regard in the Jianghu.

Yet Liu Yumei would still mutter resentfully at night at those altars.

Because if the family truly left a trace behind, her granddaughter wouldn't be entangled by those evils due to loss of protection.

Li Zhiyuan, as the sole inheritor of two Dragon King's Courts, should be overabundant in this aspect.

So, Zhao Wuyang gave his last piece of spiritual thought to Li Zhiyuan.

He felt the boy was too pitiful and had a hard time.

Just like looking at a child in the village living with his grandmother after losing his parents.

Yet he seemed to entirely ignore that his Zhao family, the Jiujiang Zhao he founded, just now... almost completely vanished.

And the one who eradicated the Zhao family was the very boy in front of him.

The white light completely entered Li Zhiyuan's palm.

Li Zhiyuan slowly closed his hand.

You really have to marvel at the heart and spirit of this Dragon King from humble origins.

Events after his death, not his will, and unfilial descendants are not his fault, especially with the more absurd examples like the Yu Family before them.

In short, Zhao Wuyang winning the Dragon King's Position in that era was not his fortune, but the era's fortune.

Li Zhiyuan stood up. Although this wasn't a panacea, and the protective effects will manifest in many details and the future, the boy's eyes no longer blurred, becoming clear.

Li Zhiyuan solemnly performed the Qin family's salutation, then the Liu family's, the etiquette reserved for elders within the family.

After finishing the rites, the boy turned and walked outside.

Over there, a fierce battle was underway, a one-sided fierce one.

Under Tan Wenbin's command, the Great Elder was being beaten badly, already severely injured.

Soon, he'd be completely worn down, and the companions, besides being tired, were mostly unharmed.

However, as Li Zhiyuan appeared, the battle changed.