The Nine-section Staff has been repaired, and the group did not stay in the capital for long. On the second day, they split into two groups and left the capital, heading towards the Tian Shi Mansion from two different routes, one real and one fake, one true and one false. Unexpectedly, the old master of the Lin family, Lin Shou, followed them on this journey.

He even brought a treasure box containing the Nine-section Staff, still covered with patterns to seal the aura.

After Wei Yuan was surprised, he thought for a moment and understood the reason for the other party's actions.

Real and fake, fake and real, the Taiping Dao is not foolish. They must have guessed the reason for splitting into two groups. They could see that the Tian Shi Mansion was using one side as a complete bait while secretly lurking on the other side. In this situation, the other party could only split into two groups, but there was a greater probability that the hidden route would be the main target.

They would lead most of their forces to surround it.

And when the main forces of the Taiping Dao were attracted to the secretly hidden side and sneaked away.

They would find that all their efforts were in vain.

These old Taoist priests are all cunning old foxes.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow, not paying attention to this matter, and closed his eyes to meditate. He had changed his clothes in the capital, which was prepared by the Daoist sect. He was now wearing a black top with Song Dynasty buttons, slightly wide cuffs, and combat boots with stronger grip on his feet.

He took the qin case off and placed it beside him, wearing black fingerless gloves on his right hand.

Lin Li watched Wei Yuan from the rearview mirror, with a curious look in her eyes.

What is this guy's identity? Even the old master calls him the master of the mansion.

But this matter is not easy to bring up. Even if she did, her grandfather probably wouldn't tell her. Lin Li could only withdraw her gaze with some frustration. Guangzong City was not far from the capital, and in order to avoid possible encounters that could harm innocent people, the group still chose a more secluded and remote route.

There was only one car roaring down the road.

After driving for a while, the old man suddenly sensed that something was wrong, furrowing his brows slightly and raising his hand to signal the driver to stop.

Lin Li asked curiously.

Lin Shou Yi answered slowly, "There is something wrong with the aura nearby. There may be a trap ahead."

"A trap?"

"Of course, those guys from the Taiping Dao won't give up so easily."

"Besides, this is Guangzong."

Lin Shou Yi's tone turned cold, but he refrained from calling the evil sect by its name, and everyone got out of the car, cautious. Wei Yuan opened his eyes and followed suit. The surrounding environment seemed ordinary, with nothing special, and a small river flowed nearby.

Wei Yuan stared at the calm river that was no longer turbulent, silent.

Although Lin Shou Yi was cautious, he was not overly worried. He had received the true transmission of the Shangqing Sect, and he took out a talisman to survey the level of danger here. However, as soon as the talisman was used, it quickly burned to ashes before his eyes.

The old man's expression slowly solidified.

Wei Yuan looked at the calm river flowing by and said after a long time, "This is Guangzong."

"This is where the Yellow Turban Army had its final battle. Since the other party made a move here, they will definitely be well prepared and make the most of the geographical advantage. If not, they would be unworthy of the name of the Taiping Dao."

Lin Shou Yi seemed to recall something, his face changed slightly, and he looked at Wei Yuan, saying, "Master Wei, do you mean..."

Wei Yuan took off the sword case and pressed it against the ground, his palm on top of the sword case, saying, "Yes."

"This is the end of the ancient Yellow Turbans and the end of the Taiping Dao."

"Ten thousand people died here!"

"Ten thousand people?!"

Lin Li exclaimed softly, and then, as practitioners, the expressions of the few people changed instantly.

This place was the site of the Yellow Turban Army's deaths. For the Taiping Dao cultivators, this was almost an absolute home field. The lingering resentment of the ancient Yellow Turban Army in the mountains and rivers, even after thousands of years of erosion, was still terrifying.

Lin Shou Yi immediately performed a spell, and a series of talismans were scattered, followed by the Three Mountain Decision, and then pressed against the ground.

It was the Heaven's Sight and Earth's Listening Altar that Wei Yuan had used in the Weiming Sect. Lin Shou Yi was from the main lineage of the Shangqing Sect, and this kind of auxiliary altar that was common to the entire lineage posed no difficulty for him. His consciousness and spirituality heightened, and he followed the faint aura.

He saw a hidden place, surrounded by cultivators in Daoist robes, saw them setting up an altar, saw the talismans scattered there, saw the presence of highly skilled Daoists doing the ritual, and even saw ancient yellow talismans hanging in the air.

The person performing the ritual looked over and slashed with his sword.

Lin Shou Yi grunted and took a step back.

His vision slowly returned to normal, and he saw Lin Li supporting him, with several people around him looking worried. The old man recalled what he had just seen, his face changed slightly, and he said slowly, "The Taiping Dao cultivators have indeed started preparing early. They have opened an altar."

...

"We've been discovered."

In a hidden place, the Taiping Dao cultivator who had cut off the spying frowned, then shrugged it off and signaled the other disciples and cultivators to continue the ritual. They had learned in advance about the possible route of the Tian Shi Mansion and held a ritual here to take advantage of the lingering resentment and aura in Guangzong, aiming to capture all the people who came.

Even though the great battle had taken place many years ago.

But with tens of thousands dead, including a generation of true cultivators, and over fifty thousand people being driven into the water and perishing, the flowing water itself was also a kind of malevolent aura. The fact that there was no malevolent aura in this place could only mean that the resentment had been exorcised.

But the malevolent aura and lingering resentment left by the battle were impossible to completely conceal.

With the complex ritual and the talismans passed down from the time of the Yellow Turban Army, they were able to connect with the lingering resentment left by these souls, and with a large ritual altar of over five hundred people, they could briefly manifest in the world.After their last failure, they began to prepare the altar.

For a full seven days, they followed the Seven Stars, and then briefly paused at a crucial point.

Then they moved the altar to Guangzong, completing the final step.

This would affect the final effectiveness of the altar, but it would not lead to failure. Compared to the simple altars formed in a short time, it was obvious that this kind of ritual, which required long-term and large-scale preparation, could produce greater effects.

The one presiding over the altar held a thunderstruck peach wood sword, wore a yellow eight trigrams robe, a yellow headband, and held a ritual implement. There were a total of thirty-six bright lamps around him, representing the thirty-six positions of the generals, along with one hundred and eight ancient talismans. In addition to the five hundred Taiping monks who had previously performed rituals and prayers, this was the most top-notch configuration apart from the thousand-person grand ritual.

Even so, he still felt the strain.

The years were too long.

It was difficult to get the ancient Yellow Turban's obsession to respond to him.

Finally, with a heavy pat of the ritual implement, a faint Tai Ping Dao soul finally appeared.

……………………

After Lin Shou mentioned that the other side was preparing for a ritual at the altar, everyone's thoughts were momentarily frozen, and then subconsciously prepared to leave the area of Guangzong City to avoid the influence of the ritual. However, in this world, the altar in the distance seemed to lock onto this place with a faint aura.

Obviously, once they retreated, they would inevitably be subjected to a strong attack.

That was equivalent to exposing their weaknesses.

For a moment, everyone had no good way to respond. Lin Shou Yi fell silent and looked at Wei Yuan. He felt that since the latter knew that this was the site of the great battle of the Yellow Turbans, and still actively came here, it should not be a trap. After thinking for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Wei Yuan, do you have any countermeasures?"

He noticed that the previously calm Wei Yuan often seemed absent-minded when he came here.

When everyone's eyes turned to him, Wei Yuan seemed to come back to his senses and replied, "I do have a way to deal with it."

"Since the other party has started the ritual at the altar, we can naturally do the same."

Lin Shou Yi was slightly stunned, and then understood the meaning behind these words. He looked at Wei Yuan with a slightly surprised expression.

Both sides opening the altar, was this a contest of magic?

But Lin Li and the others suddenly remembered that Wei Yuan had mentioned before that he also knew a little about the Tai Ping Dao method. They suddenly realized that the situation here was favorable to the Tai Ping Dao, but it was aimed at the Tai Ping Dao method, not the people.

Wei Yuan paused and looked at Lin Shou Yi, then said, "However, I would like to borrow the Nine Section Staff from the old gentleman."

Lin Shou Yi pondered for a moment, took out the sealed Nine Section Staff, and handed it to Wei Yuan.

A pair of eyes stared at him intently. When they saw Wei Yuan reach out and grab the Nine Section Staff, the secret runes on it did not light up, and there was no emanation of heat, nor did Wei Yuan feel the pain as he did before. The old man's pupils contracted slightly and then quickly returned to normal.

Wei Yuan held the Nine Section Staff.

Lin Li hurriedly asked, "Wei Yuan, what preparations do you need to open the altar?"

He Zhenzong's He Yangwen had already found many materials used to open the altar from the carriage.

There were eight trigrams, sandalwood, yellow talismans, and so on. He looked regretful and said, "I only brought these materials with me. I'm afraid they can't compare to what the Tai Ping Dao uses."

Zhao Jianbai also had a headache. With only a few people performing the ritual, it was uncertain whether it would succeed. Moreover, being unprepared against the prepared, they were always at a disadvantage. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and asked, "Wei Yuan, do you have any talismans related to the Yellow Turbans?"

"The Yellow Turban Tai Ping Dao talismans are quite different from those of my talisman sect, after all, they have been declining for a thousand years."

"Moreover, this is an ancient place. If you want to connect with the lingering obsessions of this place, you probably need something that has a karmic connection with them, such as the talismans they left behind, or the ritual implements they used. If there are no such items, the difficulty of the ritual will probably increase significantly."

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Wei Yuan replied, "Thank you for your concern."

He looked at his own palm and said softly, "As for items with a karmic connection..."

"I probably... have some."

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he took a step forward while holding the Nine Section Staff. He could already feel the hidden obsessions. After thinking for a moment, he felt that it was not good to say nothing. After a long silence, Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "The sky is dead."

"The yellow sky shall rise..."

The Nine Section Staff lightly touched the ground.

In another place, the Tai Ping Dao people were hiding in a concealed location, using modern optical equipment to see this scene. They sneered faintly. Without the altar, without the ritual, and without the ancient talismans and the karmic connection with the ancient obsessions, they still wanted to summon the power that had been separated for two thousand years?

This kind of attempt was futile...

Rustle—

The sound of the battle robe shaking, or the sound of the battle flag shaking.

??!

The voice of the Tai Ping Dao cultivator suddenly stopped.

They stared blankly, their eyes wide open, looking at the scenery in front of them, which could not possibly appear in reality.

The bloody smell on the swords, accompanied by the hot sand, appeared in this modern and desolate place, occupying the original road. Then came the blue bricks and stones, and the raised battle flags. An entire ancient city unexpectedly rose from the ground.

This was a ghost domain, but it was not a ghost domain. It was not a world separated from the human world by a ghost king, but a dream and memory shared by tens of thousands, even millions of people. The person presiding over the altar for the Tai Ping Dao suddenly screamed in agony, his face pale, and blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.

The obsessions of the Yellow Turban Army, which had been summoned with great effort, disappeared in an instant.

Then they rushed toward the city.

The ancient talismans directly burst into flames, and with a crackling sound, the altar, which had been created with great effort, collapsed in an instant.The man was helped up by the crowd, clutching his chest in disbelief. Why did the altar, established by himself and others with the utmost care, abandon him with just a few words from the other party and return directly there? He stood unsteadily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, unable to find a reason. Finally, with a fanatical look in his eyes, he said:

"It must be the effect of the Nine-section Staff."

"That is the true treasure!"

As Wei Yuan looked at the figures gathering together, he saw their faces, some familiar and some even unfamiliar to him, but they all appeared here without hesitation, standing in front of him. They were dressed in tattered clothes, holding worn-out weapons, and wearing yellow headbands.

They had been gone for a full two thousand years.

But when he grasped the Nine-section Staff and once again shouted the previous agreement, they once again crossed over death, gathering under the yellow banner without hesitation. Their eyes were filled with determination and unwillingness, as well as a hint of tenderness.

Do you still need us?

Do you still need our strength?

Even though we have died, if you want it, take it.

Wei Yuan held the Nine-section Staff and raised it gently, then fell silent for a long time before softly saying the previous words: "In the year of Jiazi..."

He did not say the next sentence.

Because in the next moment, the strong determination left behind by the remnants of the Yellow Turbans, regardless of gender, took a step forward.

The heavy sound of their footsteps echoed.

Then, transcending life and death, the original determination turned into a vast roar, a protest and a howl against the heavens. It was as if their words had been engraved in the memory of their souls, and they responded as such.

"May the world be blessed!"

Lin Shou widened his eyes, his body trembling faintly.

He saw tens of thousands of remnants of the Yellow Turbans standing in front of him. They had long since died, but their lingering determination remained here. They raised their heads, their expressions filled with anger and unwillingness, wearing only tattered clothes. Their roaring and howling came from the sorrow of the past, making it even more generous and tragic.

With the power of these tens of thousands of lingering spirits, it was enough to establish a new orthodoxy in this era.

He looked at the museum owner.

He no longer wore a replica Song dynasty jacket, combat boots, or short hair. In the dream of a million people, he was a healthy young man.

He wore a clean linen robe, with black hair cascading down his back, and he held the Nine-section Staff.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath, looking at the Yellow Turban army waiting for orders in front of him. He looked at them, gently resting the Nine-section Staff on the ground, and step by step, he recited the Daoist scriptures softly.

Lin Shou was stunned when he heard the Daoist scriptures, because it was not a method of combat. It was a method of transcendence lost in this era, originating from the Taiping Sect. He immediately thought of the records of the Nine-section Staff—

A treasure of the Daoist sect, capable of summoning gods and accusing ghosts, as well as managing the affairs of nine people and nine energies. It could control all things in heaven and earth, and guide people to enlightenment.

This was the Taiping Soul-Calling.

The young Daoist's expression was gentle and peaceful as he moved forward, looking at the familiar people one by one.

No one will starve to death anymore.

Everyone can eat noodles, can eat meat, and can eat whatever they want.

So... there won't be anyone starving to death like back then.

Those who wear clothes should also seek elegance.

Malt is really sweet.

He looked up at the familiar faces, his expression calm.

We fight side by side, we live and die together.

How can I let you all rest in peace after death?

How can I let your final determination be in battle?

Don't worry, leave it to Yuan this time.

The young Daoist held the Nine-section Staff in one hand and said softly:

"Do not protect, do not remember."

"Peace be with you..."

You don't need to worry about me, or protect me. I will be fine.

Being determined for two thousand years is tiring, so rest well.

The young Daoist, dressed in a linen robe, stood quietly in this ancient city. He walked through here once again, passing the rain-soaked cobblestone road, passing the clay pot cooking porridge, and the Yellow Turban army, who had been disturbed by the power of countless generations of Taiping Daoists, gradually softened their expressions, beginning to dissipate slowly, and finally turned into a faint dust of light.

The determination of over a hundred thousand souls dissipated together, returning to the world.

This was the resentment and worry that could not be completely dispelled by the rituals of the Daoist sects of all generations.

Like the vast starry sky, falling upon the earth.

The determination and resistance of human beings are as dazzling as the stars.

The young Daoist stood in the dissipating light, with a calm and lonely expression.

...

Finally, there was one figure that did not leave.

He was a man in tattered armor, holding a weapon. Even the Taiping Soul-Calling did not make him let go of his determination. His temples were already streaked with white hair, and there was a yellow headband on his arm. The Yellow Turban general, who had once blocked the way, looked at the young Daoist in front of him, and Wei Yuan looked quietly at the familiar yet unfamiliar face.

This was the lingering determination left behind, unconscious, seeking only the strong determination of a warrior.

Wei Yuan raised his head.

The warrior's determination lowered his head slowly, looking at him, and then, the one who should have been just a simple determination, Liu Niu, seemed to recognize the child who had once sat on his shoulder, and said slowly:

"Yuan... Have you escaped?"

Wei Yuan's emotions swayed. His reason still knew that this was not Liu Niu, but rather the lingering determination and unwillingness. Even so, he nodded in response:

"Yes."

The warrior murmured, then smiled:

"Then, are you doing well..."

Wei Yuan's nose tingled.

This was the second thing that Liu Niu couldn't let go of.

And in the distance, Lin Shou and Lin Li, who had not entered the realm of the Yellow Turban determination, as well as the Taiping Daoist in the distance, saw the serene face of the museum owner, which suddenly revealed a brilliant smile like that of a child, even though he was crying, nodding heavily."En!"

"So that's how it is..."

A big hand heavily rubbed his head, and the war soul that had persisted here for two thousand years murmured with satisfaction. "Great..."

Wei Yuan no longer saw the familiar figure in front of him.

The satisfied Yellow Turban general disappeared, leaving only the yellow turban on his forehead. For some reason, it continued to exist across the ages, drifting down. The young Taoist reached out and took the blood-stained yellow turban.

Then, he tied the yellow turban that had once flown on Liu Niu's forehead tightly around his own arm, just like the man had done two thousand years ago.

Whoosh—

The yellow turban rose like fire in the wind.

Even though the domain formed by the obsession of the Yellow Turban Army had dissipated, it still existed.

The young Taoist turned around, took a step forward, and the coarse Taoist robe turned into modern clothing. His expression was calm, but his eyes were intense. In that moment, he raised the nine-section staff in his hand, and the final domain surged into the staff like a flame. There was no one behind him, but there were millions of people behind him.

Wei Yuan looked up, his eyes fixed on the Taoist cultivators who had only dared to appear at this moment.

The young Taoist, who had once been protected by everyone, now stood at the forefront.

Alone, he whispered softly in his heart—

Yellow Turban Army.

March forward.

PS: Today's update, 5,800 words... I'm taking a break for a big chapter, need to organize my thoughts~

Thanks for the 20,000 starting coins from the Material Sky, thank you~ Although it's possible to gather war souls for battle and make it grand, I think, as a comrade in arms, I would choose to let my comrades rest in peace in the end...

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