Published: March 2, 2025
The remaining matters were no longer Wen Yu's concern...
With the abilities of a few spirit pets, handling the current situation was more than sufficient—reaching a conclusion was just a matter of time.
Thinking this, Wen Yu stood up and walked to the dark barrier enveloping Fran. With a gentle wave of his hand, the dark barrier instantly shattered, revealing Fran's sleeping posture.
He was peacefully licking his lips, like a baby.
Wen Yu held great admiration for Fran; this old man had sacrificed so much for Beijing and for the world. More importantly, he had helped Wen Yu immensely…
Now, at the end of his life, it was time for Wen Yu to give back.
He casually infused a strand of chaos energy to temporarily prolong Fran's life. Wen Yu did not wake Fran; he simply moved behind him, lifted the old man, and headed toward the Inner City of Beijing.
"We're going home..."
A gentle voice emerged, and under the control of the one-eyed figure, the city gates of Beijing suddenly opened, seemingly welcoming the return of former kings.
...
The sudden change in Beijing stunned everyone within the city!
What was initially thought to be a trivial joke turned into chaos, as Wen Yu's initial ten attacks shattered the city into pieces. By that point, the people of Beijing had already understood who was telling the truth and who was lying…
However, unfortunately, their thoughts were irrelevant.
With the activation of the Black Tortoise War God of Beijing, the Eternal Sky City, and the Azure Dragon War God, all those who had not managed to escape the city lived in constant fear. What they did not expect was that the calamity came swiftly and left just as quickly. In reality, once the one-eyed figure took control of the Black Tortoise War God, the battle had already ended.
Some people died...
While others escaped unscathed...
However, those who survived could only hide in their homes, shivering under their blankets, praying that disaster would not fall upon them.
Thus, when Wen Yu pushed Fran into Beijing, what he saw was a desolate scene…
The streets were empty, surrounded by towering buildings. Wen Yu could feel a multitude of gazes peering through the windows at him. In those looks, there was fear, disgust, and hatred… In short, there was nothing benevolent.
After all, to them, Wen Yu was not a savior—unaware of the truth, the past days seemed to them like the pinnacle of life, so in such a life, what need was there for salvation?
Wen Yu was merely a conqueror. He had won, and thus he had everything… except for the hearts of the people…
But Wen Yu truly did not care about their hearts—this was the benefit that power brought.
Ignoring these complicated gazes, Wen Yu walked on until the roar of vehicles in the distance caught his attention. He saw a car speeding in from the Inner City of Beijing. With a sharp screech, it came to a clean stop in front of Wen Yu.
"Bang."
The door swung open, revealing a familiar figure.
"Sir! Sir! You're finally back! I've missed you so much!"
In that moment, Li Quan'an rolled and crawled—or rather, scrambled to Wen Yu's feet, hugging his leg and crying profusely. Wen Yu was momentarily stunned…
What happened to you, aren't you the dog of the celestial god? What kind of act is this?
However, Wen Yu overlooked one thing: Li Quan'an did not know that the Earth’s Will he had encountered before was actually Wen Yu himself; he was merely acting out his own play.
"Sir! Sir! You have no idea how hard it has been for me since you left!"
In that moment, spiritual perception activated, and Wen Yu instantly understood everything happening with Li Quan'an.
A weather vane, swaying wherever the wind blew, Li Quan'an was a small role, far too insignificant. When Caius and Arthur retreated, they did not take this dog-like character with them. But Li Quan'an's survival instinct was strong; in his view, Wen Yu was unaware of his own role, so if he humbled himself and twisted the facts, perhaps he could muddle through this.
But with spiritual perception in hand, Wen Yu was not so easily deceived.