After the immortal disappeared

He Lingchuan continued: "Aren't our practices going against nature? Humans have a lifespan of a hundred, but immortals can live for thousands of years."

"So I said, it's not impossible, it's just too difficult." At this time, he was guided by General Hong or Mi Tian. "The key is to find the boundary between life and death."

She said slowly: "The so-called 'life and death are different', the word 'different' is the dividing line, the boundary."

"Boundary?" This word is familiar to He Lingchuan in the Topsy-turvy Sea. "From virtuality to reality?"

"The road is deep and leads to the same destination, but this 'road' is more difficult than that." The red general said seriously, "The barrier between life and death is the most difficult to loosen. You must not only find it, but also blur it. It is best to break it "

"Breaking the... boundary between life and death?" He Lingchuan humbly asked, "What is the boundary between life and death?"

"What's the boundary like?" The Red General sneered, "What's the air like?"

It is an intangible and insubstantial thing.

"The boundary between life and death may be different in each section. First, you have to find the right one. This is already difficult." The Red General looked at the outline of the distant mountains, "Why do you think the Holy Death wants to open up the Kingdom of the Undead? The very existence of the kingdom is the limit.”

He Lingchuan groaned: "If the boundary between the kingdom of the dead and the living world is blurred, the undead can come out?"

According to this, it is easy to determine the boundaries of Panlong City. Isn't it just a big square pot? The inside of the pot is empty, and the outside of the pot is full.

This also coincides with what Qianhuan Zhenren said before. The virtual and the real are exchanged, and the virtual is real. The key depends on the boundaries and the criteria for judgment.

The problem of definition that is difficult for others to deal with is not a problem for him.

"Or break it." The Red General corrected him, "But you have to pay a huge price, even the Holy Death."

So the undead army that can be traced in history was only released once?

He Lingchuan quickly asked: "What's the price?"

General Red tilted his head: "It changes due to time and circumstances. However, I have never seen a large-scale resurrection of the dead in the world, so you don't have to think too much. It must be a price that no one can bear."

How could He Lingchuan give up so easily: "However, the Holy Death's kingdom of the dead can originally reincarnate the dead. Isn't this going against nature? From life to death, and from death to life, it seems to comply with the law of reciprocity."

The Red General laughed loudly, and He Lingchuan heard something unique to Mi Tian: "Only because of the incomparable power of the Holy God of Death can he embed the kingdom of the undead into the laws of the heavens, just as Tianluo Star can embed and rewrite the laws of this world. Law. Who do you think you want to compare with the Holy God? A giant elephant can easily shake a big tree, but you are a little ant?"

To put it simply and crudely:

He can, you can't.

He Lingchuan sighed deeply and said solemnly:

"I see."

Three days later, Bega withdrew his troops, citing landslides caused by heavy rains that blocked the front line.

But everyone in the game knows that this is just an excuse. Bejia's reason for sending troops disappeared due to the death of the second prince Xianyu, and the local forces in Xianyu were basically suppressed by Panlong Town, unable to effectively cooperate with the outside world.

General Red, General Tiger Wing and General Nanke firmly nailed the eastern front line of Xianyu, like a rock facing the roaring waves, making it difficult for Bega's army to advance effectively.

This bone is so hard that it hurts your teeth.

The effective opportunity to suppress Panlong City this time has passed. If it continues to be twisted, Bega will not look good.

It has not yet fully determined to capture Panlong City.

At this time, news also came from Lingshan. The two major vassal demon kingdoms in Bejia, Shanyu Kingdom and Fulie Kingdom, were at war, which would affect Bejia's overseas military operations to some extent.

The bitter fruits of this war have now been swallowed up by Xianyou himself. On the surface, Panlongcheng is the biggest winner.

But everyone knows that Bega will not give up.

This brief retreat is like the ebb tide before the tsunami comes. Sooner or later it will come back, powerful and violent.

Soon, He Lingchuan returned to Panlong City amidst the chirping of cicadas in late summer.

After passing the majestic South City Gate, he looked back and saw the black dragon sculpture swimming on the gate tower, playing with the orb in his mouth.

The Panlong City in front of us was full of people and traffic, everything was as usual.

very nice.

He hoped that the end of the lonely city that Dayan Dzi Pearl showed him would never come.

Zhong Shengguang is temporarily out. After He Lingchuan entered the city, he had to go to the families of the fallen generals and hand over their relics.

Although life and death are often staged in Panlong Wasteland, the stage of "notifying bad news" has always been the most painful. No matter how He Lingchuan scolded Fang Qiu on the battlefield, no matter how many times he told the bad news, every time he saw the pain of the families of the fallen soldiers, he felt extremely sad.

Liu Lin's parents were still in the country. When her wife received the bad news, she cried uncontrollably and the child in her arms fell off. He Lingchuan caught him and saw that the child was only two years old, with big round eyes. It knew what was happening, but when it saw its mother crying, it started to cry too.

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He Lingchuan put the wooden pendant into the child's hand, and the child's attention was immediately diverted by it.

The pendant is so big that it can’t fit into my mouth.

He Lingchuan didn't leave the house until the shaking cries subsided.

This is the reason why Zhong Shengguang must deliver the bad news to the generals personally and is not allowed to leave it to his subordinates:

They died in the battles you commanded. Behind every fearless sacrifice, there must be a period of brokenness.

Therefore, those who are superior must never take the lives of others as a matter of course.

Facing the majestic southern gate of Panlong City, He Lingchuan was lost in thought for a long time.

In reality, he will soon start a war and ignite the war with his own hands.

The fate of countless people will be changed because of him, and countless family members will be forced to face such life and death.

But his determination will not change. He firmly believes that the path he wants to take is difficult but correct.

This is what he must bear.

He Lingchuan closed his eyes, exhaled a long, long breath, and drove all the mixed thoughts out of his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were firm.

He walked past the Mitian Temple, which was blocked by believers. Many people salute next to the blessing pond and pour some pond water on themselves to seek blessings from the gods.

He Lingchuan looked at the sparkling water and the lazy koi, thinking of the end of the lonely city shown by the Dayan Dzi Pearl.

At that time, Zhong Shengguang was standing in his position, facing the Fuchi and vowing to become a demon immediately and protect the square pot.

Of course He Lingchuan knew that the object of Zhong Shengguang's prayer was Dafang Hu, but at that time he clearly called him "Lord God"!

Although Bai Ziqi often addressed Miao Zhantian in this way, He Lingchuan knew that they were definitely not honoring the same person.