The eighth year of the Era, early July, the fortieth day after the end of the war.
The outside world continues to be weird and depressing, and the Gonggu Mountains continue to be rainy and gloomy.
The devastated alliance is quietly and steadily recovering.
Outside, there are always neat teams wandering around the edges of the alliance, trying their best to show their strength and intimidating the monitoring forces of all parties.
Inside, the scarred members of each palace gradually regained their vitality, awakened from coma and seclusion, and walked out of the pungent medicine jars. The seriously injured senior officials were also able to move freely one after another and left their dim palaces.
The dilapidated war alliance has completed preliminary repairs internally and externally, and the damaged Chaotic Sky Soul Seizing Evil Formation has been reopened.
Everything is recovering slowly but powerfully.
The team of demon spirits did not leave immediately. They gathered at the four gates of the alliance and hid inside the guard formation, assisting the guardian troops of the alliance and showing a strong posture.
Tang Anhua and other marshals and senior officials also stayed in the war alliance to jointly deal with possible emergencies.
In the early morning of this day, Tang Yan, who had been in seclusion for nearly forty days, left his palace and headed to the Cangsheng Hall in the north.
Yaoye, Nangong Prison, Immortal Phoenix, etc., everyone woke up from coma and seclusion one after another, left their stations one after another, and gathered towards the Cangsheng Hall in the north.
Because King Ma Yama is about to awaken, after the news came out, all the top leaders of the Demon Spirit Clan gathered here today.
The senior leaders of the Alliance hope for a reasonable explanation as to why the Demon Spirit Clan suddenly appeared here.
On the way to the north, a weak and exhausted Tang Yan rode three golden lions, holding the latest casualty statistics sheet in his hand, reading it over and over again, his heart twitching slightly, and his eyes dimmed in silence.
He woke up twenty days ago and has been recuperating in seclusion. He does not dare to face the casualty statistics.
Today was the first time he held it, and the first time he looked at it squarely.
Even though I was well prepared, my heart was still in a knot. Facing the shocking figures and familiar names, my throat felt like a stone was stuck, and my chest felt like it was being cut hard by a knife. I really couldn't do it easily.
accept.
The former relatives, the former close friends, just because of a battle, turned into names painted with ink and ink, lying quietly on the animal skin rolls, lifeless, sad, miserable, no more smiles, no more
Without the sound, all the excitement stopped abruptly and returned to coldness and deathly silence.
Niya accompanied Tang Yan, but she didn't know whether she should comfort him or not.
The golden lion was even more silent, and his heart was also filled with pain.
Too many old friends died on the battlefield and became cold names on animal skin rolls.
They have cleared a forest in the south of the Holy Mountain. It is a large area and has a beautiful scenery. It is used to bury the sacrificed disciples of various temples. Basically, all the famous ones have tombstones. Those who self-destructed like Xue Tianchen have also taken care of some things before their death.
clothes to create a unique tomb.
It's just that not many people went to worship, and they all devoted themselves to the reconstruction and repair of the Alliance. It wasn't that everyone was unsympathetic, or that they were unwilling to worship, but they didn't have the courage to face such huge casualties, let alone them.
Standing in the endless tombs, afraid that I will collapse and collapse.
They hope to ease their grief while being busy, and then mourn and bid farewell silently when they have sorted out their emotions in the future.
When the golden lion carried Tang Yan through the middle part, Tang Yan looked back at the direction of the cemetery and whispered: "Are they buried there?"
"Where are they all? Shall we go now?" Jin Shi asked.
Tang Yan opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he shook his head silently. He was not prepared, he... didn't dare...
Niya signaled the Golden Lion to go to the Cangsheng Hall first, and not to rush to the tomb area. Not only are millions of creatures buried there, but also heavy emotions, countless voices, smiles, and countless memories are buried there. Unless you really do it
Be prepared to face it, otherwise... once you touch it, you will inevitably collapse.
She knew that Tang Yan would definitely pass, but not today, and she didn't need anyone to accompany her.
Didn't you know that they had arrived at the Cangsheng Hall in the north? Zhu Jian, Immortal Phoenix, Ke Zunshan, etc., as well as Du Yang and the others, all arrived here in advance and were gathering inside and outside the main hall, but because the generals of the Demon Spirit Tribe
With his presence, the atmosphere inside and outside the main hall was dull and strange. Apart from occasional glances and polite courtesy, there was no substantial communication between the two parties.
"How is your recovery?" Tang Chen stood up one after another when he saw Tang Yan arriving.
Tang Anhua, Tang Xindian and other demon spirit marshals and generals saluted Tang Yan one after another. The etiquette was so great that it could not be said to be unimportant.
Some people in the Alliance were surprised again, while others vaguely understood something.
"Much better, my recovery is faster than ordinary people."
Tang Yan's severe coma was due to physical and mental exhaustion. First, the demon spirit clan incident, and then the alliance incident. The psychological pressure he endured was too heavy. It was several times heavier than the energy consumed by the physical body. He really needed a special quiet period.
to regulate.
"General Ma is about to wake up. The third elder is accompanying him inside. Why don't you go in first to see the situation?" Tang Chen reminded Tang Yan.
For Ma Long and others, this incident was too sudden and too impactful. It was equivalent to subverting the hatred that had persisted for thousands of years. It was difficult for anyone to accept it easily. Tang Yan needed to come forward to mediate it before he could easily accept it.
Tang Yan first made an introduction to everyone: "You should all know each other. I will explain the specific things later. In short, we are a family now, one in the south and one in the north, reflecting each other and supporting each other from a distance."
"Don't worry about us. You go and explain to General Ma and the others first." Tang Anhua expressed his friendly attitude towards the alliance.
Everyone from the Zhan Alliance nodded one after another, without losing any courtesy, but there was always something strange in their hearts.
It stands to reason that the sudden addition of a super ally like the Demon Spirit Tribe is definitely worth cheering up and cheering for, but there is an indescribable feeling in everyone's hearts, neither resistance nor disgust, but in short, not very comfortable.
Tang Yan calmed down his feelings and walked into the palace of King Ma Yama.
Nian Qingqing and Nian Wude both stayed by the bedside, guarding Ma Yama.
Elder Tang Zhibai knelt on the ground like a sinner. He knelt on the ground for an unknown amount of time. His body was already stiff and his face was a little sallow. His expression was trying to be calm, but it could not hide his pained expression.
Nian Qingqing and Nian Wude looked at him with gloomy expressions. They ignored his kneeling and looked at him indifferently.
Brothers should be relieved and happy to see each other again, but due to a series of events such as the deaths and later rebellions, the brothers who once had a true love for each other no longer had the same intimacy after meeting again, and there seemed to be a layer of separation between them.
Weak, obviously very thin, but no one can pierce it.
It is also that kind of indescribable feeling, and this feeling naturally turns into indifference on the faces of feminine people like Nian Wuqing and Nian Wude.
"Elder Zhibai, please get up." Tang Yan walked past Tang Zhibai and went to help him, but he shook his head and refused.
"Wait a little longer." Tang Zhibai looked at them in shame, kneeling down as a matter of course.
Thousands of years ago, they were filled with pride and bloodshed. They swore loyalty to the Demon Spirit Emperor countless times and made countless bold words to build the strongest army in the world. From the beginning to the end, Ma Long and the others kept their oath, even pretending to be dead and hiding, and even burying the Ghost Dragon Army with their own hands.
It can be said that everything was sacrificed.
But he was the only one who continued to stay with the Demon Spirit Clan after the Demon Spirit Emperor died in battle without any act of revenge.
Even if it is now proven that Prince Cang is loyal and righteous, even if the act of revenge is a reckless impulse, many things between brothers cannot be measured by justice, cannot be explained by reason, nor can they be explained by right and wrong.
Judgment based on loyalty.
And from the beginning to the end, the indifference and silence of Nian Qingqing and Nian Wude showed that they were very disappointed with themselves. The fact that they had not contacted themselves since they arrived in the Forgotten War Realm also showed that they no longer trust themselves.
Tang Zhibai was ashamed of his oath and his brotherhood, while Ma Long and the others suffered a thousand years of unnecessary hatred.
So what if you kneel down on your own?
Nian Wude's face was expressionless, and Nian Wude's carefully groomed fine eyebrows were slightly clustered. Their feminine and ruthless aura was particularly strong at this moment, like two vicious snakes that made people afraid to look directly at them.
However, the two of them were not showing off towards Tang Yan, only dissatisfied.
"Young Master, did you go to the Demon Spirit Clan yourself?"
"You promised us that you would not go to the Demon Spirit Clan unless it was absolutely necessary. You also promised that even if you had to go there, we should accompany you. You should not go there by yourself so recklessly."
"I took a risk, and I promise there won't be a next time." Tang Yan sat beside Ma Yanwang's bed.
The two shook their heads. This kind of assurance was like drinking cold water in Tang Yan's mouth, one mouthful at a time, and he drank again and again.
Tang Yan looked at King Ma Yan's calm but haggard face. This was the first time he had looked at him so closely. He summoned the blood soul tree and gently placed it on King Ma Yan's chest: "Remember before I left the war alliance, nine
That visit from Ying?”
The Blood Soul Tree has now basically accepted Tang Yan, and meekly contributed some soul power and blood energy to nourish the gradually awakening King of Hell, moisturizing his soul, warming his vitality, and carefully helping him.