I Am Your Natural Enemy

Gan Tang didn’t waste time, as she might have to go over at any moment.

After Gan Tang left, Wei Jing poured himself a cup of sour plum soup, gazing towards the south. He truly hadn’t expected such a big event over in Nanyang.

In the Divine Land, the turmoil of tens of thousands of Lost Souls parading, able to carry the banner of the righteous cause, seemed to have happened only two or three times over the millennia.

However, Nanyang...

Wei Jing contemplated and decided to enter a room, where he opened an ancient painting, hung it on the wall, and lit a stick of incense.

”There’s something I feel I should ask you to pay attention to.

I know your rules, rest assured, I’m not asking for your direct intervention.

If something wants Wen Yan to become the Han Envoy, lend a hand.

After all, what he does is worthy of support.

Moreover, I owe it to his fortune that I can live peacefully here.”

Wei Jing only lit incense but did not offer a prayer.

He felt that asking might be counterproductive and preferred to maintain some tacit understanding.

...

In the Nanyang Union, Wen Yan’s progress was swift; he didn’t concern himself with the aftermath or follow-up, only with slaughter, not burial.

Later on, the Nanyang Union even witnessed some peculiar scenes.

Many Professionals, who were supposed to block these Lost Souls, were coldly observing, with some even detaining those wanting to escape, or dragging them away.

Those with a clear conscience knew that even if swept by the River of Lost Souls, they’d merely be brushed by cold air. Right, it wasn’t even considered an assault by the massive Yin Qi of the sinister land.

But those involved in these matters were scared witless, knowing plenty of people had already been taken away from the two previous places.

Especially with the Army of Lost Souls, appearing and disappearing like phantoms, sometimes here, sometimes over a thousand kilometers away – unimaginable to withstand.

With the Army of Lost Souls yet to arrive, some places had already started to unravel into chaos.

Conflict had already broken out between some armed groups.

The third location was swept through.

The fourth location, at the southeastern edge of the Nanyang Union, had the Sun about to rise, and the eastern sky had just dawned as it was swept.

Wen Yan raced against time, leading tens of thousands of Lost Souls to their final destination.

He had specifically planned this, calculating the timing, placing the fifth location last.

Because the fifth location is at the westernmost end of the Nanyang Union, on the Peninsula.

And here, the fourth location is four to five time zones apart.

This means, when the fourth location is experiencing sunrise, the fifth still has at least four hours before dawn.

With the increasingly rapid gathering pace of this River of Lost Souls, time was undoubtedly sufficient.

He even had enough time to sweep through more places.

No matter what the boss wanted to do, there was now no turning back; he had to completely finish what he was doing.

Came to the western side of the Nanyang Union, swept through the mountains and forests, inciting pouring rain. In the mountains, Lost Souls emerged from underground, joining the army.

Wen Yan no longer wanted to concern himself with what some people had done here; he only wished to send them to their deaths.

His beliefs didn’t align with those of Yan Zhikong; he genuinely didn’t care how these people died and lacked that kind of compassion.

He only thought that as long as these people died quickly and thoroughly, the process was insignificant.

In one day, undergoing such a massive mental impact, he somewhat agreed with what Xunzi said, twice within feeling ”I’m tired, let it all destroy.”

Emerging from the fifth location, after sweeping for an hour, the sky changed abruptly.

Within the dark clouds, the flashing thunder seemed attracted, transforming into thick beams of lightning descending from the sky, striking the River of Lost Souls, formed from Yin and grievances.

The supreme Yang power fell into it, instantly shattering a large number of Lost Souls, forcibly piercing through the entire river.

Yet in a flash, those Souls who faced such heavenly thunder folded like paper were re-formed within the river of Yin Qi and grievances.

Their powers had already merged, becoming part of this river, and as time passed, deeper and deeper, the upside was that average power found it hard to completely kill a single Lost Soul within.

Wen Yan lifted his head, sensing the power of the heavenly thunder, feeling an epiphany within.

Over a million now.

The Hundred Ghosts Parade.

Finally stirred a qualitative change.

The current manifestation is a kind of qualitative change.

Thunder continuously fell from the sky, crashing into this river; after nearly refining the entire river, the thunder disappeared.

The thick black clouds in the sky seemed thinner than before.

Within the entire river, there was now a different essence; the saturated Yin Qi was starting to blend with a trace of Yang Energy, the marks on each Soul seemed to glow.

Those marks were the source of Yang Energy, only this time the Yang Energy did not originate from Wen Yan.

Achieved the transformation by thunder, and after surpassing a million, those Lost Souls simultaneously turned their heads, gazing towards the southeast.

At the same time, within the river, Wen Yan seemingly gained the vision of these Lost Souls at the same time.

He saw a world in gray, but some people were stained in bright red blood.