The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1190 - 641: A Diary Spanning Six Centuries
Concern for one’s life? Zhao Douan’s face showed a bit of seriousness, turning to see Yu Xiu and Jin Jian equally serious, he smiled and said:
"Don’t worry, at worst, we’ll fight it out with the Evil God."
This sounded like a joke, but the two women understood his earnestness.
If truly facing a desperate situation, Zhao Douan might have to call upon the Dragon Essence once again...
But, how long has it been since taking down Prince Jing?
To drive it again, the cost feared won’t be small... moreover, Zhao Douan no longer has the Life and Death Puppet to take his "injuries."
Seeing this, Zhang Yan Yi smiled and said:
"Saying this is just to let you understand, as your master, I am not that weak, if it truly comes to a life-and-death crisis, your master will pull you out."
But pulling someone from the hands of the Divine, is it really that easy?
The four of them settled on a plan, then immediately discussed the details, and decided not to delay further, taking immediate action.
"I’ll lead the way," Yu Xiu spoke, acting as the guide.
Jin Jian then clenched the Magic Wand in her hand, her small face tensed tightly:
"Then let’s begin."
A beam of moonlight from the wand’s tip spread, quickly enveloping the three, Zhao Douan’s three figures swiftly disappeared.
And in Zhang Yan Yi’s eyes, the three quickly flew off into the distance.
Zhang Yan Yi remained still in place, quietly waiting for a while.
Suddenly, he lightly tapped the ground with one foot, his whole person shot up into the sky, sitting crossed-legged above the forest, the Old Heavenly Master calmly looked into the distance, softly uttering a sound of thunder.
At this moment, within a radius of dozens of miles, countless living creatures heard this low curse, and looked up in shock towards the sound.
Then, an overwhelming pressure from the Old Heavenly Master swept in all directions like a storm, and above the originally clear Great Territory, dark clouds gathered.
...
Inside the main camp, in a room filled with the fragrance of books.
Song Zhi sat cross-legged in the center of the room, tossing several ancient coins onto the ground repeatedly, as if divining.
His hair was disheveled, with purple robes hanging down, his naked feet hidden under the robe.
His eyes were filled with worry.
As the Clan Leader, he was supposed to march with the army this time, but before breaking camp, he used the altar to obtain intelligence, yet to his surprise, this time, the Divine power seemed to be interfered with, giving an indecipherable answer.
Thus, Song Zhi chose to stay in the camp to guard against possible changes.
Suddenly, Song Zhi raised his head abruptly, hearing the low curse, he rose swiftly, like a leopard pouncing out the door.
Opening the door, he saw numerous Liao people guards coming out, and in the distance, dark clouds gathered in the forest, an overwhelming aura pervading.
"Rumble rumble rumble—"
Before he could react, Song Zhi was shocked to realize that tremors were coming from the direction of La Garden, it was the awoken Laba God reacting.
"Not good..." Song Zhi’s face changed drastically, glanced at the approaching White Flute, quickly said:
"Order the camp to be on lockdown, without orders, no one is to leave, sound the horn, summon Man Gu and other warriors to guard the camp."
The girl named White Flute froze for a moment, then hurriedly nodded, and then saw the seemingly frail Clan Leader suddenly whip up a gust of wind, soaring towards La Garden.
La Garden was not far, as Song Zhi wrapped in faint purple mist, landed thunderously in La Garden, he saw a crimson meteor rise from the ground, crossing the sky, heading directly towards where the disturbance was.
The Divine has awakened!
Out of control, heading towards battle!
Song Zhi was astonished, what kind of strong presence could make the Laba God actively attack? Because of that unknown powerful being’s existence, has it threatened the Great Territory?
"Clan Leader, the Divine has left."
Suddenly, from deep within La Garden, in a patch of forest, a young girl wearing a magnificent and colorful long robe, with shoulder-length black hair and dark skin walked out.
She seemed to be about eighteen years old, though a Liao person, her figure was particularly "delicate," resembling Yu Country people, with a pair of eyes black and bright to a startling degree, her face expressionless, exuding a mysterious aura.
Just like an ancient tribal witch serving the Divine.
"I know, immediately activate La Garden’s array, to prevent any enemies from sneaking in, I will deal with it," Song Zhi said sternly.
The priestess with a witch-like aura bowed slightly: "Alright." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Raising her head again, she watched as Song Zhi controlled the purple mist, chasing after the Laba God.
The priestess raised her hand, waving in the air, chanting words.
Her voice wasn’t loud, but soon the entire La Garden resonated with song, the light rapidly dimming within, turning from day to night, a chilling wind enveloping the area.
...
As the entire forest focused attention on the center of the anomaly, no one noticed that within the forest, three invisible "intruders" were swiftly running.
Zhao Douan looked up, saw a crimson meteor streak across the sky, followed by purple mist.
The three on the ground dared not breathe, stealthily motionless, reducing their presence to the minimum.
"The Divine has been lured away!" Zhao Douan said in a low voice:
"From now on, we must race against time, how far now?"
"Just ahead!" Yu Xiu’s pale face also broke out in a bit of sweat, while running swiftly with Wind Control, still holding a Compass in hand.
Presently.
The three followed the Compass’s guidance, entered a valley, suddenly plunged into darkness, startling them to halt.
Zhao Douan looked at the sky in surprise: "Why has it turned dark?"
In the dense "darkness," the entire forest was enveloped, with only scattered stars among the clouds overhead barely illuminating the surrounding scenery.
And in front of the three, stood a tall fence.
Yes, the "fence" covered in vines, joined by wooden poles, standing three meters high, stretching across the valley, like a city wall.
