The world needs heroes.

But the era when heroes were born is also the most unfortunate era.

…

Yu Ling gently put down the jade slip containing the detailed battle report, stood up and walked towards the fragrant courtyard.

Nilabe followed him silently, without saying a word.

At this time of year, the flowers are in full bloom. The stems and leaves of wisteria are all over the eaves, hanging down like tassels, swaying softly with the breeze. The fine lavender petals seem to be dotted among the stars among the green, diffused.

There is a faint fragrance.

Yu Ling raised her head, and the soft and warm spring light filtered through the gaps between the wisteria flowers and reflected mottled light and shadow on the steps in front of the door, making the scene even more lazy and comfortable.

It's hard to imagine that the battlefield in the south, thousands of stars away, was already a mountain of bones and a river of blood.

This war obviously did not last long. From the continuous autumn rain in mid-September last year to the end of March, it was only half a year.

However, life passed away faster than the melting of the glacier, and every familiar or unfamiliar person eventually turned into pale and cold numbers.

The war in the southern border was basically over, and as planned, an unprecedented and brilliant victory was achieved.

But Yu Ling didn't feel any joy at all, she only felt as heavy as suffocation.

He thought of the Taiye Star Abyss that year, when the people he protected passed away one after another before his eyes, and he seemed so incompetent and powerless in the face of powerful enemies.

And now, although he has stood at the top of the world, facing this endless war, he can only watch the people he knows well being swept away by the torrent and gradually disappearing without a trace.

After standing there for a moment, Yu Ling walked down the steps and slowly went to the mountain behind the Gu Palace.

Previously, this place had been cleaned up again, and a cemetery was built from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

This cemetery is very large, with densely packed tombstones standing on the mountain, like a green forest.

There are mostly empty coffins or cenotaphs in the cemeteries, because countless cultivators died in battles every day. They were basically buried on the spot near the battlefield, and many people were even unable to find and identify their bodies.

Just to not forget them, when the battle report is sent back to Bai Gu Star, the gravekeepers at the cemetery will erect new tombstones and carve their names on them.

A stele will often have the names of a dozen or even twenty people engraved on it, and some will also include their most prominent achievements during their lifetimes.

They may come from the north, the south, or the west, and there are also spiritual cultivators.

No matter what happened in life, they all sleep in the same place after death.

as the last mark of their existence.

As long as the Hundred Gu Star does not fall, these tombstones can stand here safely.

And if even the Hundred Gu Star is occupied by the Taoist army, it means the end of everything.

Walking up the bluestone steps, surrounded by a forest of steles on both sides, we went all the way up to the quiet mountain top.

The small dark moon tree took root here quietly, overlooking the outline of the Gu Palace. Its leaves rustled in the wind, as if it had also fallen into a quiet sleep.

The last time the Dark Tribe was reshaped, it consumed a lot of its vitality, so Han Wei and Shuo didn't bother it anymore, and just let the little tree slowly recover under the warmth of the spiritual materials.

Yu Ling did not disturb the little tree, but walked to a tombstone under the tree.

This was a new stele erected by the tombkeeper. He was squatting and had just smoothed the surrounding soil when he stood up and saw Yu Ling.

"Alliance..." The tombkeeper was about to blurt out in shock, but Yu Ling waved her hand to signal him to be silent.

The tombkeeper bowed and silently stepped aside, folding his hands on his chest and lowering his head slightly, as if in mourning.

Yu Ling stared at the brand new tombstone in silence, stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed it from the edge, then landed on the center.

Then, he carved a few lines of words.

"Create a first-class marvelous formation, which will be famous for eternity. Ding Nanhuang will be victorious. The formation will be unparalleled."

"The Tomb of Emperor Xu Yanting."

The tombstone is cold, but the inscription seems to retain some warmth.

The mountain wind suddenly blew, and a crescent-shaped dark leaf swirled and fell on the monument. It crossed every word, as if it was lingering and nostalgic, but in the end it still slept with the dust and mud.

"Leave the rest to us."

Yu Ling looked at the tombstone, closed her eyes, then turned and left.

…

After returning to the Gu Palace, he seemed to have returned to his usual state. He picked up the battle report and read it carefully twice.

Nila Bei looked at Yu Ling with some worry, but saw him pressing his eyebrows and saying without raising his head: "According to the original plan, the evacuation of the southern cultivators will be organized in an orderly manner. They will be transferred from Chuimin Star and the wounded soldiers will retreat to Guijue Star.

Rest while the others go to Meteor to rest and prepare for battle."

Although the battle on Nanhuang Star was a great victory, it was also a tragic victory. There were almost no cultivators who were completely uninjured. Therefore, the wounded soldiers here specifically refer to those who were seriously injured and only had half their lives left. They could still survive in a few days.

Those who recover within a short period of time are not counted.

It's not that Yu Ling is cruel and refuses to give them a few more days to rest and relax, but the frontline battle situation in the Great Wild Star area is really not optimistic anymore.

In order to break the myth that the Taoist army is invincible and give some comfort to these southern cultivators who have abandoned their homes, the northern border does not seem to send troops to the southern Phoenix star to assist, but it has provided a lot of support overtly and covertly.

Yu Ling always felt that the Daoling Tribe's retreat in Nanhuang Star was too decisive. The only explanation was that they had a bigger conspiracy in the north.

Let me tell you something that cultivators in the southern border don't like to hear. In Yuling's plan, the northern border is the main battlefield, and the western border is the rear area. This is based on various factors.

Therefore, when the troops are not sufficient, he can only choose to abandon one side and save the other.

Maybe the cultivators in the southern border who have lost their hometown cannot devote themselves wholeheartedly to the battlefield in the northern border, but it is still better than spreading out and losing their lives in vain.

As for some complaints and rumors, they are not within the scope of Yu Ling's consideration at all.

"It has almost been arranged before. I will give you some more instructions." Nilabe nodded and reported again: "The Great Wild Star has just repelled another round of attacks from the Dao Ling Tribe, and the casualties are still being counted...

…”

Before he finished speaking, a wisp of black smoke suddenly spread from the void, and then condensed into a human figure.

"Senior Ye?" Yu Ling looked at him in surprise.

There was a solemn look on Ye Canyun's brows, and he said directly: "I met the Wanfa Spirit Master in the avatar of Nanhuang Star."

He paused, and then said in the astonished eyes of Nilabe: "My lord."

Yu Ling's expression also became serious: "He didn't take action himself?"

"No, he invited me to be an audience with him."

Ye Canyun's eyebrows still didn't relax: "He vaguely revealed something in his words. I will elaborate on this with you later. The key is that the withdrawal of the Daoling Tribe is a bit unusual."

"At that time, the southern border side did have an advantage. It was only a matter of time before they won. But if the Daoling clan continued to fight hard, it would definitely make the victory in the southern border even more tragic. But they acted decisively, without any panic, as if they still had something to fight for.

It’s like no trump card is used.”

"I watched them completely leave Nanhuang Star and found nothing unusual. Wanfa Spirit Lord didn't care about the outcome of this battle at all, but before he left, he left me a message."

"What?" Yu Ling had a bad premonition.

"See the stars in the wilderness." Ye Canyun said.

The atmosphere was as cold as ice for a moment.

"Could it be..." Nilabe's face turned pale, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

"I suspect that the Dao Ling Clan will use all their strength to mobilize, and the clone of Wanfa Spirit Lord will be responsible for holding back my clone in the Great Wild Star." Ye Canyun said.

Yu Ling remained silent. In order to spread his skills and rebuild his cultivation, he had already recovered all the clones. Cheng Yu and other immortal realm elders were fully responsible for the Great Desolate Star.

Even now, it is inconvenient for him to directly participate in the battlefield, because... he is only one step away from completing his merits.

But the tone of the Wanfa Spirit Master who was determined to win made his mind sink to the bottom instantly.

The other party revealed the plan so calmly. Doesn't this mean that... Wanfa Spirit Lord has full confidence, and the Northern Alliance has no time to stop anything.

Nilabei hurriedly turned to look at Yu Ling: "Alliance leader, there is no room for loss in the Great Wilderness Star. How about I contact Tianxue Sect immediately and ask Sect Master Zhao to bring more experts to support? Han Wei is already over there, let me think

I wonder who else can..."

"It's late."

Ye Canyun closed his eyes and suddenly sensed something.
Chapter completed!