Chapter 428 — The God of War's Ambition Undiminished

" The bird-headed god looked at him with a strange gaze and went on: "The time has come.

" "Wait, please.

" The village chief heard himself say, on the verge of tears: "Wait a little longer. I do not want Jingping to become hell.

I can still fight.

I am, after all, the Human Emperor of this land—I still have my duty and my burden. .

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" From the darkness came the hooting of an owl, as though the bird-headed god were laughing. The village chief's hair bristled with rage: "You dare mock me? Old I may be, but my ambition is unchanged!

" The bird-headed god spread its wings and flew up, scattering the monsters in the darkness. It circled around him, then suddenly alighted on a branch ahead of him and laughed: "I laugh at the hero in his twilight years, grieving his white hair, strength gone. " The village chief paid no heed, stumbling onward.

After a moment, he saw the bird-headed god again, halting before him, calling out: "It is time to go. If you do not leave now, Tubo's underworld messengers will come! In Fengdu, an old friend still awaits you. " "I can still fight.

. . " The village chief saw that his face had turned black, the aura of death spreading to his skull, drawing his brain into death. His divine store began to collapse, yet his primal spirit still stood upon the Magpie Bridge—and beneath the Magpie Bridge was endless darkness, bottomless darkness.

This was his divine-bridge divine store; there should have been nothing from the outside here.

Yet in the darkness, something from outside was intruding—that was another world, the world of Youdu. His body was entering death, and the world of Youdu invaded through his divine store.

In the endless darkness, a paper boat drifted from the depths of his divine store, drawing near his primal spirit. He should go.

If he did not, Tubo would claim his primal spirit. The village chief's primal spirit looked toward the far bank of the Magpie Bridge, where the Xuanyin Bridge of the Heavenly Court lay—but there was still a distance between the two bridges. He would have to cultivate the Divine Crossing Art before he had any hope of crossing that distance and entering another mythic realm.

Yet his blood and vital essence were utterly exhausted; his vital energy could no longer flow through his dead body.

It was nearly impossible for him to activate the Divine Crossing Art. "As the Human Emperor, I will fight again!

" He let out a furious roar, but he could no longer hear his own voice.

Just then, he saw a boat—a boat sailing out of the darkness. The boat was like a three-legged toad formed of a mountain, moonlight flowing across every part of its body. And on that boat, a giant was swinging a half-shattered moon, smashing it into a god-demon—one blow that nearly crippled the god-demon! The village chief was stunned and stopped.

The Soul Boat. He had seen this boat before.

When he had gone searching for the Carefree Land, Shen Mu had steered this boat through the darkness, searching for his trail.

He had not expected to meet this boat again here. The ones fighting this boat were gods and demons from the High Heavens.

Compared to Yan Jingjing, Shen Mu was far too violent—he simply swung the shattered moon and smashed, caring nothing for the consequences! Besides him, the Dragon Qilin was also aboard. On the Dragon Qilin's back were the little fox and Si Yunxiang, and a sapphire-blue Dragon King God circled the great ship, battling another god of the High Heavens. "Shen'er.

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" Tears streamed from the village chief's old eyes. His heart suddenly settled, and slowly stopped beating.

The bird-headed god tilted its head to look at him and said: "You can be at ease now, can you not?

Come with me—King Yama is still waiting for you. " The village chief's heart beat one last time. He smiled: "I do not yield to old age.

" His primal spirit leapt up from the Magpie Bridge, charging toward the Heavenly Court on the far bank. "I was born a God of War! I will never yield to old age! " His primal spirit laughed, sword energy sweeping in all directions, charging toward the Heavenly Court blazing with ten thousand rays of light—that moment seemed eternal.

Yet his white-haired body fell.

Shen Mu looked toward the sound and saw the village chief slowly hardening into a stone statue, falling from the sky.