Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 329 Ancient Stars

The scene on the battlefield was like hell on earth, and it was unbearable to watch.

The chanting sounded like rumbling thunder, with the faint sound of mournful horns.

The shouts and roars of the soldiers and civilians, and the sounds of weapons and claws colliding, intertwined together to form a cruel symphony.

In the chaos and uproar, blood flowed across the battlefield like rivers, dyeing the soil dark brown and crimson.

Every drop of blood represents the loss of a life, and every intersection of swords and claws may be the dividing line between life and death.

The corpses of ghost beasts were piled up, and the bodies of soldiers and civilians were scattered within the village wall. Their faces were frozen with their final expressions, either anger, fear, or relief.

Their hands held their weapons tightly, even though their lives were gone.

But their posture still maintains a fighting look, as if they are still fighting for their beliefs and homeland.

The morning breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the blood and smell of death on the battlefield.

The sun slowly rose, and golden light sprinkled on the devastated land, trying to add a touch of warmth to this cruel scene.

However, no matter how hard the sun tries, it cannot cover up the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

In this fierce battle at dawn, the fragility of life and the absurdity of war were ruthlessly displayed before the world.

Suddenly, a strange howl and wolf howl echoed through the heaven and earth.

A strange howling sound of "Ga Ga" was heard, and dark purple eagle guards rushed out from the Forgotten Temple, forming a formation and killing the army of ghost beasts.

"Ah!" A wolf howled, and a dark purple flame wolf rushed out from the golden tree, its body burning with faint dark purple flames, and charged towards the army of ghost beasts attacking the village.

"Kill!" Yihuo, covered in black blood, rose from the ground, long sword in hand, and rushed towards the village gate.

"Kill!" Yibao and the others followed closely behind.

Upon seeing this, the guards on duty at the village gate hurriedly opened the gate and rushed out together, killing the army of ghost beasts that were fighting fiercely with the Wolf Guards.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" dark purple flaming arrows, like meteors, streaked across the sky, shooting densely towards the densely packed army of ghost beasts.

"Boom." Flames rose, blood mist rose, flesh and blood flew everywhere, the earth trembled, and the flame wave swept into the sky with amazing lethality.

"Roar" a roar came from the distant mountains and forests, causing the ghost beasts that barely retained a trace of intelligence to retreat, but their number was less than one-tenth of theirs.

"Kill!" There were loud shouts, but they were soon drowned out by the roar caused by the flaming arrows washing the ground.

Nearly three thousand Eagle Guards launched the most ruthless massacre against the army of ghost beasts that were so violent that they had lost their intelligence.

After ten waves of massive bombardment by flaming arrows, the ghost beast, which had still lost its intelligence, suddenly woke up and was defeated under the urging of the continuous roars.

"Haha, Team 1 of the Hundred Guards will start the pursuit until their energy is exhausted." Heizi gave the final order.

"Ao" Wolf One, who had recovered a little, led the wolf pack out of the village gate and joined the hunt.

The silver wolf cub, who had never participated in a war, became the vanguard of the wolf pack.

"Kill!" The shouts of killing shook the sky. The soldiers and civilians ran towards Yongdao, wanting to chase and kill the defeated army of ghost beasts. However, they collapsed on the wall of the village after only running a few steps.

They wanted to kill the enemy, but they were powerless. Many of them fainted on the wall after running just a few steps.

The battle was too intense and too long, leaving them exhausted both physically and mentally.

Phantom thunderclouds descended from the sky to wash away the blood stains on them, making it easier for them to receive further treatment.

The old patriarch remained silent for a long time as he looked at the defeated army of ghost beasts being chased by the Eagle Guards, Wolf Guards, Wolf Riders, and Spirit Guards, as well as the scene of the Shura battlefield.

"Hey, the Star Warriors didn't chase the enemy and seemed to be returning..." Liu Weizi paused, because the Star Warriors turned into silver rays and flew towards the Forgotten Township. As he was watching, they disappeared into the plaque of the Forgotten Township Academy and returned to calm.

At the same time, the starlight that was about to dissipate gathered into ancient characters that emitted bright starlight, and turned into streams of light that flew into the heart of the confused Shang Liangshan.

It shocked him and made him disappear on the spot.

This sudden change left Liu Weizi and the old patriarch dumbfounded.

"What's going on?" The old patriarch looked at Taoist Liu with a puzzled look and asked.

"I don't know." Liu Weizi blurted out.

He really didn't know that he originally thought that the Star Warrior was going to return to heaven and earth, but ended up settling down in the plaque.

Especially when the power of the stars condensed into ancient characters and sank into Shang Liangshan's brows, this made him even more confused.

"Then I'll have to trouble Taoist Liu to ask Taoist Xuanzhen for advice. I'll go and get busy first." The old patriarch jumped off the cliff and left before he finished speaking.

Not long after, he led hundreds of students out of the gate of Forgotten Township College and rushed to the village gate, with the purpose of supporting Forgotten Village and Forgotten Village.

Now the only people who can be mobilized are the students.

Hundreds of students walked on the mountain path littered with corpses and flowing black blood, without uttering a word, their expressions of perseverance making people feel uncomfortable.

They helped treat thousands of casualties and witnessed blood and death.

The old patriarch sighed in his heart but said nothing.

Let time pass before we decide.

In the deep and vast sea of ​​consciousness, ancient characters are suspended.

They seem to be endowed with life, no longer being silent witnesses of history, but transformed into stars emitting silver light and emitting bursts of singing sounds.

The stars are suspended under the dark purple sky, like bright stars.

The ancient characters shine in the sky, carrying the accumulation of time and the essence of culture.

They were suspended in the air of the sea of ​​consciousness, quietly rotating around the dark purple ball of fire, and each word emanated a soft and deep silver light.

These lights are not dazzling. They are like fine moonlight, gently falling on every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness, bathing the entire sea of ​​consciousness in tranquility and light.

The originally dark purple sea of ​​consciousness now shines like the dawn, as if something is brewing.

The stars transformed from ancient characters are arranged in an orderly manner yet flexible. They are either gathered or scattered. Some form small star clusters, while others twinkle independently, just like a lonely traveler searching for his own trajectory in the vast sea of ​​stars.

Their shapes are unique, and some have strong and powerful strokes, as majestic as warriors.

Some of the lines are soft and smooth, like a poet's brushstrokes, depicting vivid pictures that make people indulge in their wisdom and brilliance.

Its silver light not only illuminated his sea of ​​consciousness, but also enabled Shang Liangshan to enter a state of enlightenment.

In front of the gate of Forgotten Township College, a group of children looked up at the gate plaque in a daze.

The door plaque presents children with a picture that is both grand and delicate.

It not only shows the glory of human civilization, but also symbolizes the inner growth and sublimation of an individual.

Here, every ancient character is like a seed of wisdom, waiting for someone with a heart to sow and cultivate it, and eventually harvest a forest of knowledge that belongs to him or her.