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Chapter 775 - 181: God Fusion Begins [Ten Thousand Words]
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Chapter 775: Chapter 181: God Fusion Begins [Ten Thousand Words]

This night’s event finally came to an end.

The families, upon leaving, felt reluctant. Yet the feelings of ’grievance, complaint, and injustice’ vanished visibly.

Before leaving, they touched the tables and chairs of the Guardian Hall with affection, murmuring to themselves, words unknown. Tears brimmed their eyes.

Before stepping out the door, they placed another stick of incense before the monument, taking one last look at their relatives’ names.

In their hearts, they silently said: You are glorious.

We are proud of you, we... are also glorious. Rest assured.

Do not worry about us anymore, rest easy, we will not complain anymore after returning.

You are heroes, and so are we!

Then, those further away were escorted in groups by the experts of the Guardian Hall to the reserved inns for rest.

Those living nearby went straight home.

Those from other regions would be escorted home the next morning by the experts of the Guardian Hall, handing over to the local Guardian Hall.

The crowd gradually thinned. On the journey, countless family members clutched gifts, resources, and medals, looking back countless times.

Vaguely still seeing the Guardian Hall, the incense smoke rising, as if their loved ones were waving goodbye. Their hearts warmed with a bittersweet feeling, as tears once again streamed down their cheeks.

That night, the starry sky over Baiyun State was especially clear, stars woven like a satin shimmering in the night sky, silently poignant, deeply affectionate, as if about to fall into everyone’s dreams.

Fang Che and Ye Meng walked on the road home.

Ye Meng still felt an emotional stir.

Just feeling the hot blood surging within her heart.

Under the moonlight, she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Fang Che’s handsome face.

Was he really acting?

But it was so lifelike.

His graceful and solemn demeanor as he leapt into the air was truly mesmerizing...

"What are you looking at?"

Fang Che noticed her secret glance.

"Nothing. Tonight, you were truly mighty and handsome." Ye Meng smiled lightly.

This was a bold attempt on her part.

But Fang Che seemed to not understand at all, merely laughing, "Let me show you something even more mighty and handsome when we return."

...

At night.

Fang Che, feeling refreshed in body and mind, donned his robes and came to the courtyard, gazing up at the starry sky. He swallowed three Elixir Pills brought by the Young Master Xing in one go, ready to cultivate.

Settling down, compressing the cloud fragments in the dantian, he was confident of breaking through to the Sixth King within three days.

His spirit felt a sense of comfort and ease.

It is said that after death, people turn into stars in the sky. Among these countless stars in the sky, how many are Guardians watching over the mortal world?

Which star among them is Old Zuo?

After the Guardian Hall event, Fang Che’s perpetually melancholic heart seemed to have eased somewhat; especially seeing the satisfied smiles on the faces of so many of the predecessors’ families, the countless wounds in his heart seemed to be soothed at that moment.

His spirit seemed to have been elevated as well.

Infinite satisfaction. Every inch of his veins seemed to be cheering excitedly, extremely comfortable.

"I truly hope that all the Guardians’ families under heaven can be as satisfied and happy, living without worries, with peaceful days, facing the storms of the world with honor and dignity, never again afraid, never again troubled."

Fang Che spoke from the heart, silently praying and hopeful.

"If one day I can achieve this for the Guardians of the world, what regrets would I have in this life?"

Fang Che stared at the starry sky in a trance.

Before, whenever he thought of these things, Fang Che couldn’t help but mockingly think to himself: you are nothing but a Jianghu butcher, blessed to live another life; with bloodstained hands of a butcher, yet you dream of being a saint. A true martyr!

Wasn’t it good to be your butcher? Why aspire to be a saint?

But today, he had no such thoughts, no such self-mockery even emerged.

"Perhaps when dealing with the Demon Sect, I use any means, perhaps I employ ruthless tactics in struggles, perhaps I am notoriously infamous in the world, but I, Fang Che, truly want to do something. Although I am now so insignificant."

"This is my original intention! Perhaps very foolish, perhaps no one believes me, perhaps mocked by the world, but I know, this is true."

With this thought, he suddenly felt his spirit clear, his Xin Lake illuminated.

The whole person felt lightened up.

The medicinal power of the Elixir Pills slowly spread, the Infinite Scripture spinning quickly.

Fang Che’s mind and spirit cleared, quickly entering meditation.

And his mental and spiritual consciousness, under his joyful mental realm, quietly underwent a transformation, a quiet and peaceful aura emanated from him, slowly spreading to all directions.

In the Sea of Divine Consciousness.

The little elf perked up, raised its head, looked around, then inhaled with enjoyment, floating up, feeling extremely comfortable.

It could sense that although this was not Divinity, it was the light of humanity.

And this boundless love of humanity, however, was even more a rare opportunity that the little elf longed to absorb.

The little elf floated, absorbing, with a satisfied expression.

And this energy, surprisingly, from the beginning of its emission, never ceased, as if endless.

And with the little elf’s pleasurable breathing, the spearbody of the Netherworld also rotated slowly in the Sea of Divine Consciousness.

Every rotation faintly shimmered with inherent micro lights. Threads of energy slowly seeped from the Sea of Divine Consciousness into the Netherworld little by little. After nine rotations, the spear tip shimmered once with a faint cold light.

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