The towering peak towered into the nine heavens, boundlessly magnificent. Looking from the front, the Setting Sun Peak was filled with dazzling golden palaces. The buildings were arranged very closely, as if many majestic cities were connected together, majestic and grand.
However, the back of the Sunset Peak was another scene.
Here, countless rare birds soared. Little beasts carried stolen fruits as they wandered in the forest. Looking around, there were precious herbs everywhere, and the air was filled with abundant spirit qi.
One divine peak displayed two completely different scenery. The front was majestic and murderous, while the back contained all things. This seemed to represent the two personalities of the Sunset War God.
The world only saw Zhan Wu's front.
At this time, in the endless sea of herbs, a middle-aged man with a strong physique was carrying a huge bucket on his shoulder. The bottom of the bucket was built with a special mechanism. The man opened the valve with his broad palm, and instantly, mist gushed out. A large cloud of water vapor sprayed out, covering a radius of tens of meters around him, drenching the precious herbs in his cultivation until they sparkled and sparkled.
The man laughed happily. He enjoyed this kind of rural life very much. There were no disputes, no need to carry fame and fortune. He lived with herbs, birds, and beasts. He lived according to his heart, comfortable and carefree.
If the five old ancestors of the East Continent saw this scene, their jaws would drop. Who would dare to imagine that Emperor Mu Xinzhao, who caused his family to lose power in the fierce battle on Penglai, was living so comfortably on the Sunset Peak?
A figure silently appeared in the herb garden. Zhan Wu looked at Mu Xinzhao who was playing with water like a child and couldn't help but laugh. "Uncle, is this the new thing you just made?"
"Ah Wu."
Mu Xinzhao heard the voice and pushed the heavy bucket inlaid with thousand years old heavenly iron off his shoulder. He grinned and nodded. "Yes, last time you asked me to make a soul protection Emperor weapon for Qin Hao's little girl. In the end, there was a lot of heavenly iron that I didn't use. It was a waste to keep it, so I made a bucket on a whim."
"Greetings, Lord War God."
One old and one young, two figures put down their work and bowed to Zhan Wu.
"Xing 'er, Yao Lao, it's been hard on you all these years."
Zhan Wu sighed.
Back then, when the Divine Palace showed signs of opening, Xin Keyue sent Xing 'er to the East Continent, saying that she was going to meet with an important old friend. This person was very important to Qin Hao. Xing' er agreed without hesitation and rushed to the East Continent, so she did not follow Ye Shuihan and the others to participate in the assessment of the Divine Palace.
Yao Lao was worried, so he came with Xing 'er.
In the end, when they arrived and saw Zhan Wu, the two of them were scared out of their wits. It was a feeling that ordinary people could not understand. The number one martial artist in the Divine Wilderness was right in front of them. It was like a dream, causing them to feel immense fear.
Later on, Zhan Wu told them many things and brought them back to Sunset Peak. After living here for dozens of years, they slowly got used to it. Now, from Zhan Wu, they didn't feel the slightest bit of power that the world spoke of, only a sense of familiarity.
"In terms of hard work, what we have done is far less than one ten-thousandth of what you have done."
Yao Lao said sincerely, looking at the Sunset Battle God with eyes full of respect. He knew what Zhan Wu had done for Qin Hao.
"Humph."
In the distance, a cold snort sounded. Zhan Ye was bare-chested, waving a hoe in his hand. He was in the middle of replanting the soil used to cultivate medicinal herbs. He had lived here for 20 years. After Qin Hao was "killed" by the Battle Tower in the Valley of the Gods, he had captured him and brought him here as a "volunteer".
Now, Zhan Ye knew that the Sunset Battle God was not Dendi's mortal enemy. On the contrary, the Battle God had always been helping Dendi.
Even so, Zhan Ye was still unhappy. Why did he have to capture him? Wasn't it better to capture Tsiogua and Ye Shuihan?
Zhan Ye really wanted to return to the outside world and follow Qin Hao to "do great things". Even if it was just acting, it was better than facing flowers and herbs all day. It was too much of a waste of his ability.
"What are you snorting for? You can't even take a punch from me. With your looks, you still have the face to be Zhan Lang's descendant?"
Mu Xinzhao said, pouring a bucket of cold water on Zhan Ye. After hearing this, Zhan Ye laughed foolishly, not daring to refute Mu Xinzhao. After all, this person's status was higher than Zhan Zu and Zhan Lang. When Dendi saw him, he had to call himself a junior.
"Ye-er, I know that leaving you here makes you feel uncomfortable. It's fine now. You can leave immediately."
Zhan Wu said.
"Really?"
Zhan Ye stopped waving his hoe and turned to look at the Sunset Battle God.
Zhan Wu nodded. "Really."
The final battle of the East Continent was about to arrive. Zhan Ye would become a member of the Battle God Guards and represent the Sunset Battle God to stop Dendi from attacking the Sunset Peak.
"Ah Wu, isn't it time?"
Mu Xinzhao looked at Zhan Wu's expression and understood the meaning of his words.
"It will be very painful. But to complete that task, you have to bear this pain."
Zhan Wu said.
"Phew."
Mu Xinzhao slowly exhaled. His mood began to become heavy. He clenched his powerful fists and gritted his teeth as he said to Zhan Wu, "Come on. If you want to do it, do it ruthlessly. Don't let Qin Hao see any clues."
"Uncle Mu, this is what I owe you. This is also what Qin Hao owes you. I really didn't want you to bear this pain. Please accept my defeat."
Zhan Wu bowed and said.
Mu Xinzhao reached out to help Zhan Wu up. His eyes flashed with a complicated luster. "How can there be no price to pay to achieve great things? I can only bear the pain of the flesh, but what you have to bear is hundreds of years of spiritual torment. The contempt of the people of the world, the curses of the people of Daqin, and the contempt of the experts of the Five Realms. Have you ever said it was painful?"
"Come on, do it. Do it quickly.
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Mu Xinzhao urged.
It was just giving up his cultivation and destroying his Emperor's Path. If he could help Qin Hao achieve his dream, even if Zhan Wu killed him, Mu Xinzhao would not complain.
How many people had sacrificed their lives for this day? Tens of thousands of people of the Mu Clan in the East Sea had died. Now that he was about to succeed, Zhan Wu would not be soft on him.
Buzz!
An abundant fighting spirit swept out from Zhan Wu's body. The pure power of the Way turned into countless rays of light that danced in front of everyone's eyes.
In an instant, Xing 'er, Yao Lao, and even Zhan Ye in the distance felt as if their bodies had been shattered. They could not help but retreat from this area.
Zhan Wu raised his palm, and a radiance containing an unparalleled overbearing battle intent covered Mu Xinzhao's head. Millions of dazzling particles swallowed Mu Xinzhao, and streams of blood sprayed out from the radiance. Even though Mu Xinzhao had gritted his teeth and endured it, there were still extremely suppressed cries of pain coming from within.
Just hearing this sound made Xing 'er, Yao Lao, and Zhan Ye feel a chill run down their spines.