Chapter 569 King (Five Thousand)

"So, which code do you want to answer?"

Ron threw out several codes in a row, waiting for Zhou Yang to choose.

Obviously, Ron's initiative caught Zhou Yang off guard. The head formed by the soul shook violently and almost collapsed.

This performance clearly shows that Zhou Yang's several residual souls have different personalities. The residual soul of the head is generous and generous, the residual soul of the left hand is simple and easy to deceive, and the residual soul of the right hand...well, it is unclear what the residual soul of the right hand is, because that residual soul has been wiped out by Patridge.

As for this torso, it is a bit shy.

Although I don't know where he saw it from, he has obviously begun to doubt whether Ron is his fellow countryman, but it seems to make him inexplicably ashamed of the code. He actually has to let Ron take the initiative.

When Ron threw out these codes, Zhou Yang's residual soul no longer had any doubts. It was obviously a head formed by the residual soul, but Ron actually saw some joy on that face.

Shy and simple.

He was not hesitant because of his current situation, but was happy to meet a fellow countryman.

"When did you come here?"

For this shy and simple remnant soul, even if they were fellow countrymen, there was no excitement and enthusiasm with tears in their eyes. On the contrary, Zhou Yang's remnant soul soon regained its composure after gradually digesting this information.

"Four or five years ago." Ron exhaled and responded.

Speaking of which, how long has it been since I entered this world?

Obviously, it shouldn't be too long, but I don't know if it's because I just experienced the process of the Twilight Continent from nothing to something in the illusion of the first generation of Twilight King. In a short period of time, it seems that millions of years have passed, so that Ron feels that his mentality seems to have aged a lot.

Even the time I have experienced since entering the Twilight Continent has become a little hazy.

After all, compared with the process of the birth and development of the Twilight Continent, these few years are just a very small distance on the timeline.

"Four or five years ago?" Zhou Yang's residual soul pondered, and after a while, he couldn't help asking: "How long has the Twilight Dynasty been destroyed?"

"Eight thousand years."

"So, I have been sleeping here for so long?" Zhou Yang's residual soul sighed with a look of confusion on his face.

Eight thousand years.

What a long time.

Trapped in this small bronze coffin, Zhou Yang's residual soul could only feel that he seemed to have spent a very long time, how long, the residual soul himself didn't know.

It was like a nightmare that could never wake up.

When Ron spoke, the residual soul knew that eight thousand years had passed, what a long time.

Now, although he has awakened, everything is probably different.

The glory of the Twilight Dynasty, his former comrades, and companions, I am afraid they have all disappeared.

The residual soul didn't even have much time to taste the joy of awakening, and what followed was a deep loneliness.

"Are there any members of the Twilight Clan in this world?" After a long time, the remnant soul spoke silently.

Ron's face was also a little depressed, and then he shook his head: "All dead."

"Is that so." Although he had already guessed such an ending, the moment he knew the answer from Ron's mouth, the remnant soul still had a slight ripple.

"Do you want to leave here?" Ron asked: "I'm not afraid to tell you that I have found your left and right hands, and I already know the location of your head."

"If you leave with me, maybe it won't take long for you to reshape your body, and your remnant soul can also condense into a complete soul."

Leave here?

The remnant soul rippled, and a pair of eyes silently looked at the sky above his head. In those eyes, Ron could clearly see confusion, loss, and... helplessness.

Just looking at this side, it is even hard to imagine that this is the greatest, wisest, and most powerful king of the Twilight Dynasty. No one can believe that this is the powerful existence that once suppressed hundreds of races, changed fate against the will of heaven, fought against gods, and even dug out the heart of the repairman.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Ron seemed to be just a dead soul who could not find his own destination and was deeply confused about his future.

He was weak and helpless.

He was sad and even desperate.

Perhaps, this remnant soul inherited the weak side of Zhou Yang's character.

"Where can I go and what can I do after leaving here?" After a long time, Zhou Yang slowly said: "After all, this is no longer my era."

Ron didn't say much, he just stepped aside.

As the law of power of the Nine-Step Heavenly Monument was absorbed by Ron, the shackles of destiny were cut off, and the lid of the bronze ancient coffin was opened by Ron, the mysterious power that originally shrouded the island seemed to be dissipating.

The light-colored mist floating over the island was dissipating little by little.

Standing on a high place, one can clearly see everything that happened halfway up the mountain.

Zhou Yang's residual soul subconsciously looked in the direction that Ron pointed. Soon, his residual soul trembled violently. The residual soul seemed to have entered a state of abnormal excitement. Ripples were swaying on the soul. Even the head condensed by the residual soul could not be maintained, as if it could collapse at any time.

What did he see?

He saw those familiar figures.

They were his closest comrades, members of the Dusk Clan.

Even though they were covered in wounds, even though they had long been dead, with only a broken soul left, they were still fighting over there.

"They have long been dead." Ron said slowly, cruelly peeling off layers of gauze, forcing Zhou Yang's remaining soul to face the bloody wounds.

"For eight thousand years, they have been fighting like this every day, even though they know very well that this is just a replay of the battlefield in the past, and even if they do nothing, they can't change anything now, but from beginning to end, they have not allowed those invaders to step onto the top of the mountain, because they know very well that their king is sleeping on the top of the mountain."

"As long as you are here for one day, they will fight for one day."

"Their souls will never be at peace."

"Can you bear to let them continue to endure the torture that has lasted for eight thousand years?"

"Don't you... want to avenge them?"

Every word is like a sharp knife, stabbing Zhou Yang's residual soul in the chest, leaving one bloody mark after another on his heart.

How cruel.

How painful.

Yes, this remnant soul has indeed inherited the weakest side of Zhou Yang's character.

But even if it is weak, it is Zhou Yang, and it is also the last Dusk King.

The remaining soul began to tremble violently, and waves of roars filled with pain and anger spread from Zhou Yang's body. The sound sounded like the roar of a prehistoric beast.

Yes.

He could pretend to be a turtle, retracting his head and limbs into the thick turtle shell. He could pretend to be an ostrich, as long as he stuffed his head into the sand, he would not be able to see the bloody reality outside.

Everything that happened eight thousand years ago was too painful.

Obviously, such a long time has passed, but he has never forgotten everything at that time.

It was like a horrible nightmare that he could never wake up from. In the nightmare, it was:

It was a ruined city.

It was the slaughtered citizens.

It was the companions who died bravely in battle.

It was the relatives whose bodies were scattered all over the ground.

It was the comrades whose blood flowed like a river.

It was a wail full of pain and despair.

Unforgettable.

He could not forget the painful voice, those twisted faces, and those desperate eyes.

How he wished that his soul could just dissipate, and that his ego could cease to exist.

Without a self, there would be no need to feel such sharp pain, right?

He had been running away.

But now, he saw it.

He saw those warriors who had been fighting all the time, for eight thousand years, even though they had long been dead, with only broken souls left, they were still fighting endlessly, still fighting with all their last will to protect their warriors.

It was because of their constant efforts over the past eight thousand years that he could gain a brief peace.

Now, they were still fighting desperately, could he keep running away like this?

Would he be worthy of those who had been protecting him by doing this?

Seeing the breath released from the residual soul and the residual body getting stronger and stronger, Ron finally smiled. He was really worried that this residual soul that inherited Zhou Yang's weakness would hide here and not go out.

He couldn't tie up Zhou Yang's residual soul and residual body, could he?

Apart from anything else, this real body is the last Dusk King who can fight the repairman. Even if it is just a residual limb and a residual soul, I am afraid I don’t have the ability to force the other party.

It would be great if this residual soul could cheer up on its own.

I don’t know how long it has been, the loneliness in the residual soul’s eyes has disappeared silently, and in the dim light, Ron can even see a burning flame in the eyes.

Melancholy and timidity have long disappeared, and what remains is the cruelty and impulse of crazy revenge.

"I will go out with you." Zhou Yang's residual soul said hoarsely.

The smile on Ron's face became more and more intense.

Zhou Yang's body finally left the coffin.

At the moment when Zhou Yang's body left, it seemed to have triggered some kind of mechanism.

Even though Ron was floating in the air now, he could still clearly feel the violent tremor coming from under him.

Boom... Boom...

Deafening roars continued to come from below, drilling into Ron's ears, and his eardrums were buzzing.

Looking down, the entire island seemed to have reached its limit and was collapsing. The thin film that originally isolated the sea water around the island seemed to be unable to continue to support it.

Accompanied by the impact of the sea water, there were bursts of crackling sounds.

Dense cracks began to appear on the glass-like barrier, and the number of cracks was still increasing, like a huge spider web, spreading in all directions at a very fast speed.

On the hillside, the Dusk Clan, the four guards, and the invaders who were fighting almost all put down their weapons in unison, and all pairs of eyes looked towards the top of the mountain.

I don't know if it was Ron's illusion, but in those pairs of eyes, Ron actually saw relief, even for those invaders, even the most violent blood apes.

Nightmare!

The nightmare that lasted for eight thousand years was finally coming to an end.

In a split second, large groups of invaders dropped their weapons.

They seemed to have become a group of lost children, crying loudly.

They were obviously just residual souls, illusions formed under the interference of some forces, but at this moment, their eyes were full of tears.

No one except themselves could understand what kind of mood they were in.

Accompanied by the sound of tears of joy, the bodies of the invaders gradually floated up into the air, their bodies gradually became transparent, and finally completely turned into tiny dots of light, gradually disappearing in the air.

Unlike the souls of these invaders, the souls of the four guards and a group of dusk tribesmen did not dissipate so quickly. Their eyes were just staring at the top of the mountain, to be precise, staring at Zhou Yang on the top of the mountain.

That was their king.

They were in tears.

Who would have thought that they would see the king again one day?

At this moment, it was as if all the torture they had endured for so many years had disappeared at this moment, and all the pain had been rewarded.

Joy, excitement, touching, regret.

All kinds of emotions were in the temple in the chest.

The next second, without any agreement, the four guards and a group of Dusk tribe members knelt on one knee almost at the same time:

"Greetings to our king!"

Ron didn't know why they regained their consciousness and the ability to speak.

Ron could only hear the voices of this group of souls mixed together, like the roar of wild beasts. The whole space was echoing with the voices of a group of people, and the space was constantly trembling.

There was a strong reluctance in their eyes.

Their king is back.

However, they can no longer accompany their king to fight all over the world. This may be the only, biggest and most sad regret.

Courage, loyalty, Ron couldn't help but tremble slightly.

And Zhou Yang's body and soul were floating in the air, his eyes swept across the figures below, and he made a brief stop on each soul shadow, wanting to re-imprint the appearance of these people on the already blurred souls.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yang finally spoke slowly:

"I'm back."

"You can rest in peace."

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating.

The sound echoed in the ears of every hero.

Like some kind of amnesty, the moment Zhou Yang's voice spread, Ron could clearly see that the souls of these heroes seemed to have finally unloaded something, and the regrets on their faces slowly dissipated.

Their souls slowly floated into the air.

Turning into wisps of light, they gradually merged into the sky.

Ron looked around, and this space could no longer support it.

Under the constant impact of the surrounding seawater, the originally solid barrier was already full of cracks, and streams of seawater could be seen constantly rushing into the interior of the barrier, and the crackling sound became stronger and stronger.

Once the barrier is completely broken, the seawater will instantly bury this place.

Even Ron had to think about how to leave here next.

Compared to Ron, Zhou Yang's performance was particularly calm. He just quietly watched the souls that gradually dispersed in the air.

At the moment when the last soul also dissipated in the air, the barriers around him were completely supported to the limit. With a click, the barriers completely cracked. The front, back, left and right were all blue sea water, which surged in an instant, trying to fill this blank space.

Ron subconsciously wanted to use his strength to shatter the ice above his head.

However, before he could do anything, he felt a trance in front of his eyes, and his mind seemed to have some strange distortion. When his consciousness recovered, he found that the surroundings had become dark again.

Light black mist slowly floated in the air.

His figure appeared at the entrance of the mausoleum again without knowing when.

Beside him were Philomena, Niafu, Agnes, Bai Lan, Bai Yuan and Irelia.

Six girls, all of them were here.

It was as if everything he had just experienced was just an illusion.

But the law of power that has been imprinted in the soul, as well as Zhou Yang's torso in the storage ring and the Nine-Step Heavenly Monument, are clear and unequivocal proof that everything they experienced before was not a dream.

It can only be said that this space is built too mysteriously.

The expressions on the faces of several girls are also a little confused, even the strongest Niafu and the most experienced Philomena are no exception.

They followed Ron before and passed through the mausoleum. Just as they saw a small island and followed Ron to step onto the white beach, the next moment, their consciousness fell into a deep sleep, and they didn't understand what happened at all.

When they woke up, they found that they had returned to the entrance of the mausoleum.

Taking a deep breath, Ron said in a deep voice:

"Let's go, leave here."

Chapter 1 is here