The Unruly Immortals

The dense ranks of military forces were united into one, not only including the troops of the Da Liang Kingdom, but also those from Qingqiu, Huo Shu, Siqi, Anxi, and even Da Qi.

With a "swish," as the soldiers simultaneously raised their sabers behind their heads, the hair tied atop their heads all unfurled, cascading like cloaks in the wind behind them.

Their gazes were cold yet resolute at this moment, and even in the face of the Fate Commander, their mortal eyes showed no trace of fear.

Among the loose hair were all the heads controlled by Xuan Pin. "Thousands of long black hair flow loose, all warlords will eventually be welcomed, Tiangang and Taiyi follow me! The souls of Jia and Geng follow me!"

"Ask not the door gods nor border guards, ask not what evil spirits and gods there are! Ask not the mountain gods nor disaster ghosts! Ask not demons nor false gods!"

Accompanied by the drumbeat, the knife that cut through the hair slowly rested across the necks of all the soldiers. "For a moment, we enter the divine realm, beheaded, quartered into dust! We do it for the common people, not for the lords! The Heavenly Dao is incomplete..."

At the final moment of speaking, all the soldiers roared with all their might, "The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, a mere man will mend it!!"

A constant "puff" sound echoed, as hundreds of thousands of soldiers simultaneously chopped off their own heads! Among them, naturally, were all the heads controlled by Xuan Pin.

Scorching blood, infused with evil qi, soared into the sky, further entwined with the soldiers' wrath and murderous intent, rapidly coalescing into a chaotic head that reached from heaven to earth, ceaselessly roaring.

When Li Huowang felt even his heart was being overtaken by murderous intent and wrath, he finally understood what it was; it was the Fate Commander of the military, the Prime Minister!

This was the method of the Astrological Bureau, their final resort—what the emperors once wanted to employ with the help of White Lotus followers.

The Fate Commander of Fusheng Heaven clashed violently with the Prime Minister, as their collision caused the Hours and the world to crack and collapse, leading to the total breakdown of all Heavenly Dao in the Tianchen Country.

Their collision shattered and dispersed both, but as the Fate Commander governing slaughter and war, his existence was clearly different from the other Fate Commanders.

Wherever there was conflict, wherever there was hatred, wherever there was slaughter, there he would be.

The more intense the strife, the stronger he became, and the clashes between Fate Commanders were no exception.

As the murderous intent and wrath exploded in his heart, Li Huowang, hanging at the rooftop's edge, swung his severed arm forcefully against the beggar's calf, sweeping him down directly.

Immediately after, the completely crimson and veiny Li Huowang hooked onto the drainpipe, flipping back onto the rooftop.

"Die for me!!" Completely influenced by the evil qi, Li Huowang charged forward, paying no heed as the opponent fired at his abdomen, relentlessly pressing on through the bullets, dismembering the opponent's body into eight pieces.

When the knife finally shattered against the opponent's bone, Li Huowang, covered in blood, finally stopped.

His body was entirely dyed red; at this moment, he couldn't discern whether the red was from his own blood or the other's.

The gunfire outside also ceased, and the sirens stopped, as if everything had vanished.

Standing dazed, Li Huowang suddenly reacted, his mind panicking, he couldn't care about anything else and began searching frantically among the headless soldiers.

There were simply too many headless soldiers, their bodies piled into mountains, their blood flowed like rivers.

"Suisui! Suisui!!" Alone, Li Huowang frantically and with a hint of hope kept searching amidst the corpses. "Suisui! Where are you!!"

No one knew how long he searched, when Li Huowang suddenly found a black tentacle lying on the ground. Frantically pushing the corpses aside, he followed the tentacle down and finally found a mound of tentacles, within which were two doubled-pupil eyeballs.

Li Huowang almost lunged forward, clutching the mound of tentacles tightly to his chest, gently stroking it with trembling hands. "Suisui, don't be afraid, father is here! Suisui, don't be afraid!"

"Father?"

Just as a joy sparked in Li Huowang's heart, the next words brought it crashing down again. "Li Huowang, Li Sui is already dead. How many times must I tell you?"

The expression on Li Huowang's face grew increasingly dim, clutching Xuan Pin, he shook his head forcefully, "It's okay! It's okay! As long as you're still alive! I'll find a way to bring you back, all I need to do is remove those things you're harboring inside!"

"Li Huowang, you probably won't get the chance, because I'm going to die." Xuan Pin's words were extraordinarily calm—as if neither saddening nor agitating. "Human lives are the necessary cost helped by the Prime Minister, playing at being The Undying doesn't count as real war."

As it spoke, Xuan Pin's tentacles gradually began to shrivel, with some liquid seeping out from them.

"No... it can't be! Miaomiao! Quickly! Suisui is about to die! Quickly remove the death from him!" As Li Huowang shouted, Bai Lingmiao rushed over, placing her hand on Xuan Pin.

But the next moment, she said tremblingly, "There's no more death-related Heavenly Dao on her."

"It's useless. Now I am under the jurisdiction of the Prime Minister, no longer under the supervision of Wu Sheng's Mother." Xuan Pin's body became increasingly frail, and its voice began to grow fainter. "It's time to talk about important matters, Li Huowang."

"Although you are the Heart Pan of Ji Zai, I know you are different from other Fate Commanders, because Ji Zai himself is different, he doesn't know what he truly is."

"Perhaps he is just like the Prime Minister, capable of helping us through this catastrophe, but that's not enough, far from enough."

"Fusheng Heaven over there definitely won't let it go. Back then, our ancestors endured hardships, and it seems they're about to return."

"If we don't want everyone in the world to revert to those ancient beings—oblivious to ethics, unaware of right and wrong—we'll have to start fighting desperately."

"Don't trust the other Fate Commanders; they are not on the same boat as us humans. Our own fate must be grasped with our own hands."

"The people raised are so many, their lives are meant to be used in this moment, don't fear death, as long as there are living people, as long as the fleshly Heavenly Dao remains, they will eventually return to life."

At this moment, Li Huowang did not hear any of it, completely collapsing emotionally; he hugged Xuan Pin, muttering to himself, repeating something over and over.

"I don't have much time left. Once I'm dead, go find the Da Liang National Master; there are some things you don't know, and he will tell you."

"Still the same words... a Fate Commander... can be used... but cannot... cannot..."

"Stop it! Stop it! Li Sui! You won't die! You won't die!!" Li Huowang shouted frantically, but his Seven Wheels Cultivation of Truth, aside from causing the surrounding environment to continuously change, did not bring the dying Li Sui back to life.

"I… truly am not... Li Sui, Li Huowang... you cannot.... deceive... yourself.... matters of affection... are trivial..... you should let go...."

As Xuan Pin's body collapsed, the shriveled massed tentacles gradually fell apart, turning into scattered single strands.

And with the unraveling of the tentacles, something deep within them emerged, revealing itself—it was clay figurines, three clay figurines.

These clay figurines seemed to have been made long ago, their color faded, their surfaces cracked, but their resemblance to those they depicted was unmistakable.

One was Li Huowang, another was Bai Lingmiao, and the third was Li Sui.

"I am not Li Sui, I am not… I am not... I am not her...." A black, writhing tentacle lifted the clay figurine of Li Huowang, stretching it gently toward him with its last ounce of strength.

Just as Li Huowang was about to reach out to catch it, the tentacle suddenly went limp, and the cracked clay figurine fell to the ground along with it, shattering completely upon impact.