Chapter 828 - 236: The Yin Tide of Ghosts Has Shrouded the Sky; the Human Emperor Is but a Piece on the Board

Chapter 828: Chapter 236: The Yin Tide of Ghosts Has Shrouded the Sky; the Human Emperor Is but a Piece on the Board

How does it feel?

But he must leave now.

The Judge and Wendao Palace may be powerful, but they’re still insufficient against the ghost tide rushing at us.

Right now, the real pillar is only him.

Only he can act to give the tens of thousands of civilians in Shanbao County a chance for survival in this sudden crisis.

The couple exchanged a glance, and just then, a crow fluttered its wings and landed on the window sill, lifting the oily paper of the window with its claws.

"Divine Crow Lady!"

Xiaoyu’Er shouted happily.

She’s seen the Divine Crow Lady every year for the past decade and already very familiar, especially now with the connection between her second sister and Lady Yama, she felt a sense of intimacy.

Xiao Wu Ya flew to Xiaoyu’Er’s shoulder, and said softly, "Let him go, he’s quietly working on something important for Lady Yama."

"Divine Crow Lady, you can talk!"

Xiaoyu’Er widened her beautiful eyes in shock.

"Indeed." Xiao Wu Ya cawed.

Li Yuan exhaled, then stood up, glanced back, and saw his wife chatting happily with Xiao Wu Ya. He quietly closed the door and left.

...

Several days later.

The civilians of Shanbao County were retreating south in droves.

Thanks to the prestige of the Judge and Divine Crow Lady.

Along the way, there was a constant eerie wind.

Above the sky, there seemed to be an indelible gloom, blocking the sun, covering the sky.

The dreary weather pressed heavily on people’s hearts.

The Sixth Grade powerhouses from Wendao Palace in the Judge were essentially serving as guards, moving in pairs, on the outskirts of the long line of civilians, each extremely alert, dealing with Ghost Servants emerging from the roadside.

Zhao Chunxin was also among these people.

She had traveled a long way, her thoughts drifting far.

Over the years, she secretly saw the mysterious person who came to Wendao Palace to "help Sixth Grade disciple to alleviate madness" several times, and with each encounter, her suspicion grew stronger—she recognized the mysterious person, but couldn’t name him.

Perhaps, the entire Wendao Palace’s "Overlord Blade, Absolute Blade, Demon Blade" cultivation skill was created by him.

Because he created it himself, there were many drawbacks.

Yet, even with the flaws, it truly benefited the martial artists.

He at least gave martial artists a path to ascend, giving them a hundred-year lifespan.

"Ah."

Suddenly, there was a commotion beside Zhao Chunxin.

She swayed, supporting an old woman who had fallen.

The old woman’s face was pale, the arduous journey and harsh environment rapidly depleting her lifespan.

Zhao Chunxin gestured, and immediately an ordinary disciple from Wendao Palace brought the doctor over, politely greeting "Palace Master Zhao" before starting to examine the old woman.

After a while, the old woman stood up again.

But the disciple leaned close to Zhao Chunxin’s ear and whispered, "The doctor said she won’t survive to the safe haven, she’s... too old to endure the hardship."

Zhao Chunxin sighed deeply, raised her eyes, feeling emotional: who knows how many people will die in this long procession.

But even for those who don’t die this time, how long can they live?

This world... what will it turn into?

...

"Where’s my husband? Where’s my husband?"

In the carriage, Xiaoyu’Er looked around anxiously, frequently lifting the curtain to look outside, her mouth babbling, persistently asking.

But Xie Wei, beside her, could only change the subject, unable to explain anything.

In fact, she was also worried.

Right now, this line of refugees seems arduous, the surrounding guards seem vigilant against various Ghost Servants, but actually it’s not much, because the real danger is not around them but on that man.

Initially, Xie Wei thought that man was a ruthless, cunning schemer, but now her view had changed long ago.

Aside from that time in Nuannuan Xue, there’s this time holding the line.

The man is wandering the perimeter, alone stopping the ghost tide, right?

As Xie Wei thought about it, suddenly a red light soared into the sky on the other side of the distant mountain, accompanied by sharp, strange cries, akin to the terrifying roar of monstrous beasts, causing the entire convoy to halt.

Vaguely, they saw at the height, a doll stepping on a fireball, surrounded by Red Silk, swarmed by thousands of ghosts, faces sticking close to the invisible realm membrane not far from him.

And that realm membrane formed a wall.

This wall forcibly stopped the increasing ghost faces, preventing them from rushing straight down the mountain.

Among the crowd, those timid had already been scared stiff, some fallen to the ground, screaming "ah ah."

Anyone could see that if the ghost tide rushed down, at least half of the tens of thousands of people here would die.

The surviving half also wouldn’t survive the next wave if drawn into the ghost tide, they’d still die instantly.

Many, driven to extreme fear, actually became excited, one after another chanting "True Monarch Red Boy, True Monarch Red Boy," a name they gave this "Great Power."

More people hurried through in fright after.

And after all these people passed, the red wall suddenly withdrew, the rumbling ghost tide charging down like a flood, forming a raging torrent along the mountain path.

Though Li Yuan was in the high air, he felt quite fatigued, quickly scanning around, continuing his rush to the next location of the ghost tide.

Of course, Li Yuan wasn’t the only one responsible for this hard work.

Four Tree Grannies were also busy all around.

At this moment, in the carriage, Xiaoyu’Er captured the unusual glint in Xie Wei’s eyes when she looked out the window. Having spent a long time together, Xiaoyu’Er noticed the pride and worry in Xie Wei’s expression, and unexpectedly asked, "At this point, where is brother-in-law?"