Everyone was assigned tasks, and Tang Yan was no exception. He shouldered a very heavy task - Spiritual Source Liquid.
He needs to refine all the corpses accumulated in the three areas of the alliance into spiritual source liquid.
All the sacrificed disciples of the War Alliance have been separated and buried in the Heroic Spirit Tomb. What remains are the prisoners and corpses of the Corpse Royal Clan, the Demon Realm, and the Pangu Clan. There are more than 10 million in total. The number is so huge that it can be called abandoned.
The best in the war world for ten thousand years.
It also contains many special powerful people, such as semi-saints and saints.
These all require special processing and may not necessarily be refined into spiritual source liquid, such as fire unicorns and the like, as well as the Bailian Black Peng captured alive.
However, Tang Yan was not in a hurry to smelt the Spiritual Source Liquid. His body was very weak and he needed to use the Blood Soul Tree to recuperate for another ten days and a half before he could concentrate on this huge project.
It just so happens that the demon spirit clan needs some blood essence and soul, so they select some special demon types from the corpses of demon beasts, especially demon lords, half-saints, and even demon saints. They carefully select some demon beasts and absorb the essence, blood and soul.
The power will be brought back to the demon spirit clan in the future for the awakening of the new generation.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with millions of monster corpses.
The Demon Spirit Clan would not easily let Tang Yan refine all of them into the Spiritual Source Liquid.
Therefore, in ten days, not only Tang Yan cultivated himself, but also the Demon Spirit Clan selected the 'high-quality products'.
The seventh day after the high-level meeting.
Tang Yan left the retreat and walked out of the Emperor's Palace without disturbing anyone and deliberately avoiding everyone. Under the night and rain, he walked towards the newly built Heroic Soul Tomb with an anxious and heavy heart.
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After seven days, he finally mustered up the courage to face it.
The Tomb of Heroic Souls is located to the south of the Central Holy Mountain. Because there were too many disciples of the Zhan Alliance who died in battle, the Zhan Alliance could not spare so many graveyards, so each tomb was close to each other, making it slightly crowded.
The larger tombs are named after "groups", that is, thousands of corpses are buried under each tomb, but all the names are engraved on the corresponding stone tablets, and no one is left out.
Even so, tens of thousands of new tombs were still built in the Heroic Soul Tomb, closely adjacent to each other.
Under the rain curtain, in the darkness, the tomb was covered with cold gauze. It was lonely and lonely, but it was not a bit desolate.
Countless undead souls are sleeping, and they seem to be silently recalling their vivid lives.
Countless corpses lay silent in the soil, seeming to be staring desolately at the sky.
The atmosphere here... is too heavy... so heavy that it's suffocating.
Time and space here seem to be frozen, independent of the world. Walking here is like walking into a corner of hell.
The light rain falls, the tomb is lonely, and the stone tablet is cold.
Tang Yan stood at the edge of the tomb for a long time. The "darkness, coldness" and "loneliness and desolation" inside the tomb were like thin mist, floating silently, drowning his body and eroding his soul.
He was sentimental, and even more scared. He thought he was ready, but at this moment, he was heartbroken and did not dare to move forward.
Four million lives, four million... four million... there are too many familiar people in it...
They all died because of the war alliance, died because of... themselves... and were buried in this foreign land, sleeping in this cold underground.
Tang Yan instead wished that he was still young and still had the same naughty character as before, but...
He watched quietly, staring at the cold tombstones.
In a daze, the endless lonely souls in the tomb also opened their eyes and stared at him across the tombstone.
The confrontation between yin and yang is desolate, lonely and bitter.
I don't know since when, Tang Yan took steps unknowingly and slowly walked into the Tomb of Heroes. His fingertips gently passed over the cold stone tablets and caressed each familiar name.
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Every light touch, every lingering moment, brings a stinging pain like a knife to the heart.
What was once a living life, with glorious experiences, a life of its own, and relatives and friends, turned into a lifeless corpse after just one battle. The past was all sealed in a cold tombstone.
Life is sometimes so fragile and so powerless.
Granny Ji, Nian Lao, Third Fire, Harpy, and the five martial saints from Linzhong Village. Tang Yan had very little communication with them, but whether it was Granny Ji, Nian Lao, or Nian Lao, Nian
They all helped Tang Yan, and they all talked and laughed face to face. Whether it was the harpy or the martial saint of Linzhong Village, they all died for the alliance.
How much effort and hardship did they put in to advance to the Holy Realm? But everything ended in the war.
Tang Yan stood in front of the tomb of Jiuwei Tianmao. The tombstone was covered with a snow-white fleece, which had been soaked in the rain. He was very familiar with this fleece. It was the one that Yueying loved, and it was also the one that Jiuwei Tianmao loved.
The cat gave her a gift to celebrate her new life.
Watching quietly, standing in a daze.
Tang Yan's eyes were fierce and his heart was bitter, it must be Yueying coming.
For a long time, Yueying refused to recognize each other, and Nine-tailed Tmall didn't dare to force it. They didn't even have much communication. They were alienated and unfamiliar with each other. But when the mother dies, the family ties that are thicker than water will inevitably unravel.
The dusty memory of my daughter.
It's a pity that the Nine-tailed Tmall can't see all this, and Yueying can't call her mother in person again.
Yueying has the misery of reincarnation, and has experienced different changes in destiny, but every reincarnation is a torture for the Nine-tailed Tmall, the same misery and rebirth.
This great sage who was once famous as the Animal Mountain was so sad and lonely in his later years.
Tang Yan knelt in front of the stone tablet of the Nine-tailed Tmall, bowing his head to this nominal mother-in-law...
Say goodbye to each other and say farewell.
Zhen Zhen made a promise that he would protect Yueying with his own life and accompany her through all the ups and downs of life.
Tang Yan started from the first tomb, bowed, kept silent, mourned, repeated, repeated, for every life sacrificed and for every tomb buried.
Not a single tomb fell from the front end of the tomb.
He mourned every tomb and mourned every life.
Now everyone in the alliance is busy, and everyone really can't spare any extra time to remember him. They have the intention but are unable to do so, so Tang Yan can only take his place.
Tang Yan, on behalf of the entire war alliance, gave peace to the deceased and respect to the souls of the dead.
On behalf of all the survivors, I would like to say thank you to the millions of heroic souls who sacrificed their lives, and say a word of rest to the countless corpses buried underground.
Tang Yan bowed step by step, bowing and mourning.
The tomb was silent, even more silent at this moment, as if countless innocent souls were looking at him quietly.
The light rain soaked the stone tablet and the ground, soaked Tang Yan's long hair and clothes, soaked the soil under his feet, soaked his eyes, and made them blurry.
When Tang Yan's fingertips brushed across Yin Xiyue's tombstone, tears could no longer hold back his eyes, and his throat and chest felt as if something was blocked, making him feel uncomfortable.
And when Tang Yan appeared in front of the little golden monkey's tombstone, his heart ached and he knelt in the mud with trembling knees. He pursed his lips hard, but couldn't stop the tears from pouring down.
He wanted to hold back, he wanted to restrain, but he hugged the tombstone unknowingly, and in a trance, he put its name on his face. Tang Yan felt heartbroken in tears and choked in confusion.
The encounter in the Dayan Mountains, the frolics in the Canglan Ancient Land, the madness of the Eternal Beast Mountain, the past is like the wind, one scene after another, passing through my mind, but it brings endless bitterness, more like a carving knife cutting through the heart, dripping with blood
, the stinging pain is unbearable.
"Wow!" Tang Yan endured it for a long time, but ended up sobbing, his tears mixed with the rain, moistening his cheeks.
He was like a child, crying so hard that he became hoarse.
The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were released at this moment.
There was no one around, the tomb was quiet, only his cry echoed sadly in the rain curtain.
The friendship between Tang Yan and Golden Monkey is the truest, deepest, most profound.
Although they did not continue to fight together due to various reasons in the later period, their feelings for each other were always there and buried in their hearts. It was not that Tang Yan did not want to take the Golden Monkey with him anymore, or that he ignored its existence. It was because the Golden Monkey was actually slightly weaker.
The dangers Tang Yan experienced were so terrible that if he was not careful, he could be doomed.
If you carry the Golden Monkey with you, you are harming it.
The Golden Monkey has also been working hard, growing, and accepting the tempering of the Immortal Phoenix. It is infinitely looking forward to squatting on Tang Yan's shoulders again one day in the future, screaming again, cheering and jumping around again, and once again... fighting side by side.
, smiling proudly in the world.
However, everything came to an abrupt end in this battle.
All expectations and all dreams will become bitter memories.
"……ah……"
Tang Yan burst into tears, his mouth wide open, choking and crying. He hugged the tombstone tightly, like a child, hugging... holding... his fingernails clenched on the hard tombstone, twisting out the blood, soaked by the rain.
Cross the name of the golden monkey.
How much I want to hear its voice again, how much I want to hear that playful squeak, how much I want to stroke its smooth hair again.