Street at the city gate.
Qiao Mu held a long spear, and behind him were old soldiers like Hai Siyuan, who were giving their Continue reading more chapters on NovelHub for the best experience.
This solitary city is not small, and it used to be a big city in Zhong Province.
Although the streets are dilapidated, they are spacious, and the old houses on both sides are tall and can vaguely be seen as the former magnificent city of Zhong Province.
Even as a magnificent city, it couldn’t withstand the forty years of wind and sand, the forty years of harsh weather.
This city has aged, become old, and even older than the city are the elderly people in it.
Qiao Mu walked on the long street and saw countless elderly women with white hair, a few young children, and disabled veterans who couldn’t go to the battlefield.
In the past forty years, the young adults in the city have been the only source of new soldiers for the remaining troops of Great Yan, and even they are nearly extinct.
Men, women, and children in the city have a pale complexion, thin and aged, not much better than the impoverished victims Qiao Mu saw in Nan Province.
"They could have killed the entire army of one hundred thousand, but they didn’t launch a full-scale attack… And the Immortal Gate formation, its function is probably more than just an illusion, it might also include the capture of souls."
Although Clairvoyance had extraordinary abilities, he was still just an ordinary person. He couldn’t understand the intention behind the Immortal Gate.
"Could it be deliberate torture of ordinary people? I don’t think so." Clairvoyance puzzled over it.
At this time, as Qiao Mu moved further away, the crowd on the street became more and more gathered.
There were more and more pedestrians, silently staring at this old man who had returned from beyond the desert, for a moment not knowing how to react.
Only Walker Lu Yanbei with the Wooden Sword hesitated for a moment, looking confused.
"The Immortal Slaying Army? How come I’ve never heard of it? Such things still exist?"
Lu Yanbei, just like Qiao Mu, was a martial artist from outside. He arrived in this lonely city a year ago.
But in his memories, Great Yan was already in a state of decline and chaos. Where did this Immortal Slaying Army come from?
Can the imperial court really raise a large army to conquer the Immortal Gate within a year?
As an informed outsider, he had doubts in his heart, but the others in this lonely city didn’t.
After the initial confusion, this lonely city had become lively and excited.
There was no one behind him, no horses either. Only the wind with yellow sand blowing on the street, making his empty trousers flutter.
"May I ask, is it true that the Great Yan’s soldiers and horses are coming back?"
For forty years in the lonely desert, the elderly have been waiting year after year for their return.
Holding back tears, he asked the messenger, "When will the army really come?"
Qiao Mu showed no emotion on his face, but he tightened his grip on the long spear in his hand.
"Yes, the Great Yan’s army is about to come, very soon." He silently straightened his chest, his gaze becoming even more determined.
Although he was speaking lies, he knew that at this critical moment, he had to appear confident.
"The Great Yan’s army is coming back, and our Immortal Slaying Army will surely break through this desert and take you all home."
Among the crowd, old people constantly approached him, asking question after question. And he kept speaking to the old soldiers in the crowd, repeating the lie he had just told.
"Yes, Great Yan has always been here."
"The reinforcements are about to arrive, but it’s not easy to enter the Immortal Gate formation, it will take some time."
"Great Yan has been burdened by you for the past forty years, but from today onwards, it won’t be anymore."
"We, the Immortal Slaying Army, will take on the heavy burden of these forty years from now on."
He was welcomed by women, children, and old soldiers all over the city, walking in the middle of the road. He looked like a triumphant general returning home.