The battle under Hai would be to annihilate all the rampant alien races within the Taicang Realm. The ten thousand mountains were filled with corpses and bones, a truly miserable sight.
Even Jiang Wenji had never seen a scene of cultivators and tribal warriors fighting together. Since childhood, she had read stories about that barbaric period, only knowing that tribes and cultivators had to be connected to survive in this wilderness.
Looking at it today, she could understand why Taicang was able to drive those ferocious alien races out of the new lands when it coexisted with cultivators.
They crushed the alien races and recovered millions of miles of lost territory. Tens of thousands of soldiers roamed freely, and the cultivators were like eyes, always able to discern opportunities.
After marching five million miles in this way, all that could be seen was the destruction of the alien races.
By the time the green trees were lush in July, they returned in triumph.
Tianyuan City was even more lively than ever.
The endless sea of people cheered, each wave higher than the last.
Jiang Wen sat on his horse, enjoying this glory, while the Jiang siblings beside him were dazzled.
They had never imagined that the orphaned girl who had been driven out of Licheng could build such a great enterprise on the border between the old and new lands. It was taller and larger than Licheng, and more prosperous than the royal city.
Ten months later, after regrouping and resting, Jiang Wenji led an army of 100,000, heading straight for the old lands. With Tuoba Nanye, a fierce general of the Tuoba clan, as the vanguard, they crushed a 200,000-strong allied army of alien races. They then successively conquered dozens of strategically important locations in the old lands. Thus, most of the old lands south of Tianyuan City were recovered, resembling the ancient emperor's establishment of the Sui Alliance.
In December of the same year, a cold winter swept through Tianyuan City. However, wild beasts attacked Tianyuan City, and ferocious beasts swept in. Relying on the cultivators of the various sects, Tianyuan City resisted the beast tide with 50,000 defenders.
The 8,000-mile-long desolate beast, the Cang Jiao, was finally besieged and fell by many cultivators. Its skull was placed in the valley to be used as a city gate. Its 8,000-mile spine was used to build a city wall, creating a nearly 10,000-mile-long Great Wall defense line.
In the early spring of the following year, the royal army returned victoriously. All the land south of the old lands was under the control of Tianyuan City. Many tribes living in the old lands heard of this and flocked to Tianyuan City. In just half a year, there were already a million people.
The tribes that could survive in the desolate lands of the old lands were nothing more than two types: one that could live and thrive, and one with unique skills. Very few mediocre people could survive in such a dangerous environment.
A maid wearing silk brocade came in to serve him carefully, and also thoughtfully fed him medicine. After wiping away the medicine residue from the corner of his mouth, she said sincerely, "Lord Tai, please be careful. It's just after winter, don't catch a cold."
"It doesn't matter, I just love to watch these." Jiang Wen looked at the tender red flowers and plants outside the window, and showed a peaceful smile. He got up, only to feel pain all over his body. All kinds of symptoms that an old man should have appeared in this Taoist cultivator.
"Please slow down." The maid hurriedly helped him and went to the window with him. Sitting at the table, looking at the piles of white paper articles on the table. That was all the energy he had spent over the years.
It's just that now he's old and useless, and some ideas can only remain in his mind.
"You go and be busy, don't mind me," Jiang Wen said with a smile to the maid.
"Yes." The maid retreated, leaving him alone to watch the flowers.
It was just that the cold wind was bleak, and a gust of wind struck. He even felt a bit of coldness.
"Old, really old," Jiang Wen murmured.
True fire emerged in his hand, changing in thousands of ways. This kind of fire control technique had already reached the pinnacle.
It was a pity that after seventy years, his cultivation had been stuck in the perfect state of Refining Qi into Divinity. The golden core in his body had become liquid, spinning endlessly.
Without the stone tablet to help him deduce the subsequent Huangting Scripture, it was too difficult to rely on his personal understanding. Until now, he had only conceived less than half of the second volume of the Outer World Scripture, and there was still a long way to go before it was completed.
"Too short, seventy years. Too short..." Jiang Wen put away the flame and said to himself with great regret.
Over the years, he had never stopped exploring the path of cultivation, whether it was refining weapons or refining elixirs, he had invested a lot of energy. It was precisely because of this that he realized why some people would express the feeling that time passes easily.
For cultivators, seventy years is just a snap of the fingers.
A Lamp Lighting cultivator can have a lifespan of five hundred years, and if they can enter the Life Fire realm, they can enjoy five thousand years. That Dao Palace is even evergreen for ten thousand years, and the saints above it are also like this.
For Jiang Wen, he had the combat power comparable to the Dao Palace, but he only had an aging body. Even the saints of the major sects had looked at him and sighed that the destiny was inevitable and could not be taken away.
The saints were like this, and others could only regret it.
It is said that the Shennong Jiang clan, the virtuous of Nanqi, saves the world and lives, and should exist for ten thousand years.
Alas, such a person envied by heaven has never existed since ancient times. It is only said that heroes have short lives, but ordinary people only live for a hundred years.
"Cough cough cough." Jiang Wen coughed for a while, covering his chest and panting.
Someone patted him gently on the back, and the person complained softly, "You are already in this situation, and you still want to be brave."
Jiang Wen smiled when he heard this, "The more this is the case, the more I feel that time is tight. Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day and night."
"You are just like this, never thinking about yourself," the person sighed softly, walked to the table and picked up the scroll full of writing.
"Why do you have time to come over?" Jiang Wen looked at the person who came. The person looked down at him, still with that stunning face from before. The beauty's color has not changed, and he is the one who is saying goodbye to the mirror.
"With Xiuqi's help, the affairs of Tianyuan City are not too troublesome. It's just that I've noticed that he's always going in and out of the prison recently, as if he's doing something with the dead prisoners in that prison," Jiang Wenji said with a frown, looking at the things on the scroll.
"Xiuqi? Maybe he's doing his own thing." Jiang Wen thought of Xiuqi's future generations' techniques, which was the Eight Desolations Unique Art that could return to youth. Perhaps he now has this idea and is now experimenting with dead prisoners.
Jiang Wen has never been in favor of this kind of thing. After all, it is inappropriate to use people for experiments, even if they are dead prisoners. This concern may also be influenced by the various film and television dramas he has seen.
It's just that now he is old and can't control Xiuqi. The kid who once enjoyed his knees now has his own ideas.
"Xue has already left, she said she was going to find that ethereal fairyland to ask for the medicine of longevity for you," Jiang Wenji said.
"She has always been so filial, and I haven't spoiled her for nothing." Jiang Wen couldn't help but show joy when he heard this. Xue has always been a sincere child. Although Xiuqi has always liked Xue very much, Xue doesn't have any feelings for him.
Jiang Wen had also tried to match them up a few times, but they all ended hastily. So he simply stopped caring about the two of them.
