Chapter 1152 – The Unaging Mountain in the Tide (2/2)
Tomorrow was the appointed time to make Cinnabar Pills, and he was considering whether he should cancel this session so that he could preserve his energy for the coming final battle.
Because the Cinnabar Pill had not been able to save the people he had wanted to save.
People matured the fastest on the battlefield.
Guan Bai's hand was ice-cold.
This would not deprive his heart of warmth, but it did make it much tougher than normal.
Linghai Zhiwang hesitated for a while before saying, ”Is there a possibility… that it's not convenient for that side to send news?”
For a master to ultimately ask his student for aid… especially for this master and disciple who were famous for the strange relationship they had, was truly very difficult.
If it really was like this and Chen Changsheng did not take the initiative to provide reinforcements, what would they do if something really did happen?
Shang Xingzhou was a Saint and had an unfathomable cultivation, but he was still old, his body frail.
According to the news from Luoyang, he had grown much older in the last few years.
Nothing could be allowed to happen to Shang Xingzhou, because he was the spiritual leader of the Human race.
No matter how much one disliked him, one had to accept this fact.
When he thought of that scene by the spring, of the tightly bound black hair and… the white hair that was now impossible to conceal, Chen Changsheng fell quiet for a while. In the end, all he did was wave his hand.
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As the battle continued, the pressure from the various sides felt more and more real. The gazes became Red Falcons with messages, and some Divine Generals had even attempted to charge into the camp and request a meeting with Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng had met these Divine Generals, but he had not accepted their requests.
Xu Yourong said, ”The situation there truly is rather grim. The North Third Camp won't move, but the Fourth Camp might be moving soon.”
Chen Changsheng replied, ”I know.”
Xu Yourong noted, ”The pressure is increasing.”
Chen Changsheng gazed at the distant plains and the dust rising from the mountains. After a few moments of silence, he said, ”When I was little and growing up in Xining, when pressure came, it was always Senior who blocked it for me. When I went to the capital, it was Martial Uncle and Archbishop Mei Lisha. After that, it was you. But in truth, my ability to endure pressure is quite good.”
He had directly confronted the shadow of death since the age of ten. There was no one better than him at enduring pressure.
He continued, ”The battle started too early. That's problematic.”
Yes, no matter how grim the state of supplies in Xuelao City was, they should have been able to last for some time, at least until the weather had gotten a little colder.
Xu Yourong also thought so and asked, ”What do you think?”
”Master not asking me to help him means that he doesn't need my help. I don't know what he's planning, and I've always been a little weak in this aspect, so I can only cooperate with him as I usually do…”
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, ”It's just like in White Emperor City. You and Master finished planning everything and I just followed along.”
Xu Yourong pondered this and realized that he was right.
In terms of character, she, Shang Xingzhou, and the Divine Empress were one type of person while Chen Changsheng was another type.
The continuation of humanity required the former, but the latter was the goal. Perhaps this was why she loved him?
”I love you.”
Xu Yourong spoke with great solemnity, staring into his eyes.
Such a sudden confession truly left one defenseless.
Critically, there were still many people around, still people in the tent.
They had made no attempts to conceal their conversation.
Linghai Zhiwang was carefully cleaning the magical artifact in his hand as if he had heard nothing at all.
Divine General He Ming's hand that was lifting the tent flap froze mid-action, just like his smile.
An Hua gave a starry-eyed look toward Xu Yourong, finding the Holy Maiden to truly be outstanding.
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Such sights were rare occurrences, small flowers fortunate enough to bloom in the midst of blood and fire. The primary theme of the battlefield was still battle.
Battles were everywhere—chaotic battles, bloody battles. For hundreds of li, the plains to the south of Xuelao City were filled with constant battle.
The earth here was brimming with rotting substances. It was an intoxicating black, so rich and abundant that the blood falling on it did not seem very conspicuous at all.
But with the plains being painted white by the snow falling over the last few days, and then so much red and green blood being added in, the ensuing drawing was even more heart-shaking.
Even the most radical of Xuelao City's artists could never have imagined this combination of colors, this collision of brushstrokes.
Feigned attacks, impeding, suppressing, dividing and conquering, shoving like the tide—once all the little maneuvers were used up, the situation was still just as clear as it was at the start.
The most tense and desperate battle was still taking place between the wolf cavalry led by the Demon Commander and the Eastern Army.
The wolf cavalry and black-armored cavalry clashed, ripping each other apart, swallowing each other.
It was like the place where the river and ocean met.
Different shades of blood collided, stirring massive waves, forming a giant vortex that was enough to swallow the sky.
The center of this vortex was precisely that small and unremarkable mountain.