PDLP Chapter 255 In the name of you all, let us continue the unfinished work of you all!
Chapter 255 In the name of you all, let us continue the unfinished work of you all!
Beyond the East China Sea.
As Li Jun's voice fell, all the gods looked at each other in bewilderment.
Not the same person?
What does that mean?
Could it be that the Great Xia Dynasty has hidden immortals and gods?
A hint of surprise flashed in Amaterasu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by disdain.
He had already swept across the entire Great Xia with his divine sense, and apart from those clay and wooden sculptures that had already disappeared, there was no longer any trace of immortals or gods.
As for those so-called heroic spirits, the strongest among them is only at the level of Earth Immortal. In front of them, they are nothing more than slightly stronger ants.
"A bluff," Amaterasu said coldly. "Everyone, quickly follow me..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Then Li Jun turned around and faced the direction of Daxia.
He straightened his robes, running his hands over the fabric to smooth out the wrinkles caused by the battle.
Then, he cupped his hands in greeting.
Place your hands together and raise them to your chest.
Finally, he bowed deeply.
The moment I bent down, the whole world fell silent.
The sea breeze has stopped.
The waves have calmed down.
Even the breaths of the gods stopped at this moment.
It wasn't due to the suppression of power, but rather an indescribable feeling, as if something extremely important was about to happen, causing all beings to involuntarily hold their breath.
"May the spirits of our fallen heroes rest in peace."
Li Jun spoke up.
His voice wasn't loud, but at that moment, it resounded throughout the entire Great Xia Dynasty.
From Mohe in the far north to Zengmu Ansha in the far south, from Fuyuan in the far east to the Pamir Plateau in the far west.
Everyone heard this sound.
The voice was calm, but for some reason, everyone who heard it felt a strange tremor in their heart.
It's as if something is awakening.
"This junior is not talented..."
Li Jun's voice continued to ring out.
"Let us borrow the unyielding spirit of the Great Wall and the still-warm soul of the blood-red battle flag to forge a three-foot-long sword in the hands of this junior!"
His voice became powerful and resonant at that moment.
"today……"
"In your names, I will now..."
"To continue the unfinished work of you all!"
The words fell.
The world changed color.
A deafening roar suddenly came from the direction of Daxia.
That sound wasn't thunder.
It was more powerful, deeper, and more awe-inspiring than thunder.
The giant dragon that had stretched across the northern part of the Great Xia Dynasty and guarded this land for thousands of years was now glowing.
The indomitable light forged by countless predecessors with their lives flows from every brick and stone of the Great Wall.
Some of those bricks and stones have weathered a thousand years of wind and frost, their surfaces mottled and uneven. Some still bear the marks of arrows, knives, and bullet craters, remnants of the time when they defended against foreign aggression.
At this moment, all these bricks and stones are shining.
Crimson light surged from the battlements that had once been stained with blood, while golden light rose from the beacon towers that had stood for thousands of years.
They came together.
One, two, three... ten, a hundred, a thousand...
Countless rays of light surged from the Great Wall, converging in the sky to form a pillar of light that stretched across the heavens and earth, soaring straight into the clouds.
The beam of light was dazzling.
Half the sky was dyed golden red.
It's not just the Great Wall.
Across the Great Xia, the battlefields where blood once flowed like rivers, the lands that buried countless martyrs, are now shining brightly.
In the light, one could vaguely see those faces that maintained their dignity even in despair, those heads that never bowed even when faced with bayonets.
Countless rays of light surged forth from all directions of the earth, converging in the sky and dyeing the entire sky with brilliant colors.
Within the light, figures began to appear.
They wore tattered military uniforms, carried rifles, and their faces were covered in the marks of gunpowder.
Those were martyrs who fought against foreign aggression, who built a new Great Wall with their flesh and blood during the nation's most perilous moment.
There were also soldiers in unmarked uniforms, their eyebrows frosted with snow and ice from Changjin Lake on their bodies, but their hands holding guns were as steady as a rock.
They fought in temperatures as low as minus forty degrees Celsius, charging under enemy planes and tanks, using their flesh and blood to uphold the dignity of Great Xia.
……
The figures became clearer and clearer in the light.
They have come from the long river of history.
They looked eastward with their heads held high.
Our gaze travels across mountains and rivers, looking towards the East China Sea.
Boundless light converged on them, making their originally blurry figures become clearer and more solid.
Then, they transformed into beams of light.
It extends towards the East China Sea.
One after another.
One after another.
The first ray of light entered Li Jun's body.
Li Jun's aura rose slightly.
The second ray of light disappeared.
Li Jun's aura rose slightly again.
The third... the thirtieth... the three hundredth... the three thousandth...
Countless rays of light flew from the direction of Great Xia, like a meteor shower that stretched across the sky and earth.
But those meteors didn't fall from the sky; they rose from the earth and streaked across the heavens.
Every shooting star is a heroic spirit.
They were all ancestors who had given their lives for this land.
Their numbers are well over a million!
Li Jun's aura began to surge wildly, erupting like a volcano.
His meridians, which had been eroded by the karmic fire, began to recover under the power of the heroic spirits, and his almost dried-up dantian became full again.
His aura quickly returned to the state it was when he first arrived in the East China Sea.
Then, it continued to rise.
Amaterasu stood at a distance, watching the figure enveloped in countless streams of light, feeling the aura that made her soul tremble, her body shaking continuously.
His golden eyes were filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible... How is this possible..."
His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
He could sense that each ray of light that entered Li Jun's body carried a power that made His heart tremble.
That was not the power of spiritual energy, nor the power of divine power, but a completely unfamiliar power.
That power was as warm as the spring sunshine, as solid as the earth, and as sharp as a sword.
It is not as ethereal as spiritual energy, nor as lofty as divine power; it is like the land itself, simple and unadorned, yet indestructible.
"This is... the power of humanity..."
Amaterasu murmured, her voice trembling.
He finally recognized the power.
That is the power of humanity.
It is the manifestation of humanity's destiny.
It is the power that countless people have gathered together with their lives, will, and beliefs.
It does not belong to any god or any supernatural being; it belongs only to humanity itself.
This power is enough to change the world!
And this moment.
Before Li Jun, a long sword formed from flowing light was slowly condensing.
The sword was over three feet long.
The scabbard was entirely golden, but it wasn't the cold, divine gold of gods; rather, it was a warm, sun-like, and earth-like gold.
The hilt trembled, emitting a clear, melodious sword sound.
The sound of the sword seemed to echo with the shouts of a thousand armies and the roars of countless ancestors.
The sound shook the entire world.
The shock made even the souls of those gods tremble.
Li Jun reached out and grasped the sword hilt.
Clang!
The sword is drawn.
In that instant, the world changed color.
Boundless light emanated from the sword, illuminating the entire sea.
Within the light, countless tiny characters appeared on the sword's surface.
That's a name.
One by one, names.
Some of those names are well-known, recorded in history books, and praised by countless people.
Some remained unknown and were not recorded in history books, but their sacrifices also forged the indomitable spirit of this land.
The countless names gathered together made the entire sword shine as brightly as the sun.
Li Jun looked at those names and remained silent for a second.
Then he raised his head and looked at Amaterasu and the cherry blossom deities.
"This sword."
"Named as..."
"Passing on the torch."
The words fell.
Li Jun unleashed a sword strike.
There were no fancy moves, just a single, straightforward slash from top to bottom.
But the moment this sword was unleashed, the world changed color.
Golden sword light surged from the blade, initially only three feet long.
But in the blink of an eye, it surged to thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet, and hundreds of thousands of feet.
Wherever the sword light passed, everything was annihilated.
The sea was cleaved in two by this sword.
Wherever the sword light passed, the seawater did not surge to the sides, but evaporated directly. Infinite high temperature emanated from the sword light, instantly vaporizing the seawater.
Steam rose, forming a white curtain thousands of feet high in the air, stretching from the sea to the sky, like a barrier spanning heaven and earth.
A chasm, thousands of feet wide and bottomless, appeared in the sea.
From Li Jun's feet, it stretches all the way to Sakura Honshu Island.