Chapter 532: The Last Journey of the World
Wang Yao spent seven years on this journey, crossing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from an unknown soldier to becoming the most powerful and supreme [false god]. He then went from the Three-Division Land to defeat Xuan Yong, and then crossed the Great Wall into the desert to confront the three forces.

After seven years of hard work and enduring hardships, he has remained steadfast to this day. From a naive young man of 20 to a murderous 27-year-old, it can be said that Wang Yao's entire youth has been poured into this fantastic and bumpy legendary journey.

During these seven years, Wang Yao spent five years in Sanfendi; in the past five years, he defeated more than 5% of the heroes in Sanfendi, and then swept away the chronic illness, joined hands with Dongwu, accepted the surrender of Wei, and united with Fuso forces to build an unprecedented powerful army; the Federation of Glory.

The comprehensive strength of such an army is so terrifying and its scale is so huge and powerful that it far exceeds any force that has appeared in the past 2000 years. It has more than one million federal soldiers under its command, and nearly 20 heroes from the Three-Point Land follow its lead. In other words, as long as Wang Yao is willing and gives an order, no force alone can be a match for this army, except for the Jixia Academy, which is known as the orthodox in the world!
In the Three Kingdoms, Wang Yao's reputation is so high that no one can match him, and his achievements are unmatched; he ended the Three Kingdoms dispute with his own strength and created long-term peace and stability in the coastal areas of the mainland! "The first soldier", "the commander of the three routes of Shu Kingdom", "the leader of the Three Kingdoms", "the leader of the Federation", these supreme honors and titles are all praises and recognitions given to him by the people of the Three Kingdoms, but...
In a sense, all this honor is limited to the Three-Thirds Land.

It can be said that in the past five years, Wang Yao's reputation has mostly remained in the Three-Point Area, and the impression of him by various external forces is limited to that of a "dominant leader in a corner".

However, today, the situation has reversed again.

Compared to the remote Sanfendi, today's Yunmo "Iron Armor City Battle" not only brought true unity and peace to the long-divided Yunzhong Desert, but also raised Wang Yao's reputation and prestige to an unprecedented height!
He is a [pseudo-god] who is second only to the most powerful Eternal God in the world. He has a terrifying record of slaughtering 6 heroes alone and ruthlessly destroying an entire city. Most importantly, he holds the only ancient killing weapon left in the world in his hand: the East Wind Altar. All these horrifying deeds and information spread like wildfire after this battle and spread all over the world!
Facing Wang Yao, a giant who had risen up in just a few years, all the forces in various regions of the continent were extremely shocked. Almost everyone in the world knew that an extremely powerful and majestic existence had risen up in the continent. He was the "Demon God of the New Generation", the "Instant Emperor", the "Lord of the 72 Cities of Yunmo", and the "Emperor of Yunmo"!
Of course, these are just the evaluations of Wang Yao by ordinary people. The heroes of various forces naturally do not agree with them. Compared with these titles that are more inclined to honor him, they prefer to call Wang Yao; [Murderer]!
That’s right, in the eyes of heroes, the death of 10,000, 100,000, or 1 million soldiers is nothing, they are just ants, grass, cattle, and horses, and they are dead! In their eyes, only heroes are their kind, and can be considered “human beings”!
Therefore, when Wang Yao used the power of miracles to "kill" a hero, his individual nature in the eyes of fellow heroes was equivalent to that of a "murderer" in the eyes of ordinary mortals!
Such a title undoubtedly carries a targeted intention, and also reflects their inner disgust, disdain, rejection, and fear of the "aliens".
Two days later, outside Hu Yan city.

In the vast desert, the wind whistled past, carrying yellow sand and dust, blocking out the bright sunshine in the sky.

Today's weather is not very good, just like everyone's mood.

Led by Ling Jingsi, Ling Feng, Zhang Yang, Zhang Ji, Liya, Yu Yiyunyi, Jin Yong, Luo Mengdan, a total of nine captains of the Sandstorm Corps knelt side by side on the sand in an orderly manner, with sorrow and reluctance on their drooping faces.
Standing in front of them was a silver-haired man in a dark green robe. His resolute face was as calm as ever, and he was dressed lightly, like a traveler about to go on a long journey.

At this moment, the silver-haired man's heterochromatic eyes, which would seem very frightening to outsiders, were unusually gentle as he looked at the soldiers who had grown up to be able to stand on their own.

"The war is over. My methods are enough to deter those evil spirits that covet the desert. I believe that from now on, the desert will usher in peaceful development. But your duties are far from over. From now on, the Sandstorm Corps will be managed by the nine of you. Many towns need to be rebuilt and life needs to start anew. Those people in the desert who have been oppressed and bullied for many years also need you to give them the right guidance. Those demons that are still dormant in the desert and the rampant horse thieves also need someone to eliminate and block them.
Of course, I believe you can do it. In the past two years, you have all grown a lot. With the equipment you have, you can now fight against a hero alone. Facing those monsters and horse thieves will not be a problem. Although the road ahead is still long, there are no cowards among those who came from the Sandstorm Corps. As long as you persevere, there will be hope. "

The silver-haired man spoke and instructed in a soft voice, which was completely different from the bloodthirsty and cold-blooded man rumored outside. At this moment, he was like a calm and gentle senior master, explaining the subsequent matters word by word.

"Yunmo is short of resources and has difficult conditions. In addition, it has been invaded and harassed by external forces for many years. It has long been in ruins and needs to be rebuilt. Later, I suggest that you go to Mobei to develop first. The ruins of Tiejia City are now rich in water resources and are very suitable for development and reconstruction. At the same time, you can try to open up trade routes with the outside world and use the unique jade and porcelain of the desert to trade with major forces. If all goes well, it will become the largest trade center in Yunmo in the future.

As long as you don't let the desire for power take away your mind, stick to your original intention, treat people fairly, and do things justly, the people of the desert will always accept your rule, and the future of the desert will definitely become what we have always hoped for. So everyone, take care of yourselves, and next, Yunmo will be left to you."

Listening to the unique tenderness given to them by the silver-haired man, the soldiers in front of them had already filled their eyes with tears and were sobbing.

For them, the appearance of the man is Yun Mo's blessing, and meeting the man is their lifelong luck.

Without his guidance, they might still be living a mediocre life in the Great Wall, until one day they died in obscurity in the battle of monster invasion. Without his protection, they would have turned into a pile of bones in the two-year journey. Without his intervention, their hometown Yunmo would not have ushered in unity and peace. Without him.
Finally, the graceful figure could no longer control herself and stood up; Ling Jingsi took a few steps forward and hugged the man tightly, her beautiful face full of reluctance and extreme sadness. She had always been able to bury her love deep in her heart, but at the moment of parting, it was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging and occupying her body and mind, making her uncontrollably want to hug the man tightly.

That’s all.

Everyone knows that some things are destined to have no results.

But what does it matter? At least, now, at this moment, she had it for a short time.

"My brother is dead, and so many people are dead. Now, even you are going to abandon us?" The whisper of sobs came softly from the softness in his arms.

The silver-haired man did not push away the woman in his arms. Instead, he patted her head gently, as if she were a relative, to comfort her.

It seemed that ever since she lost her loved ones, her soul had died with her, and she could not find her direction or belonging.

A group of greedy heroes fight for resources and territory, but a group of young people have to endure the nightmare brought by war.
No one is born brave, no one does not miss his family, and no one does not yearn for the world. However, because of the ruthless beast of war and the endless desires of the human heart, all of these will eventually turn to ashes in the flames and sea of ​​blood!
Things shouldn't be like this.

Therefore, the man has to leave!

He knew very well that there were some things he had to do and must do!
After a long while, when the woman's emotions had stabilized a little, the silver-haired man gently said to Ling Jingsi: "Don't cry, and don't be afraid. You are not alone. The thoughts of the dead are like the sand on this land. They are always by our side, just like our thoughts for them."

The pretty face with pear blossoms in the rain suddenly lifted up from his arms, and the tearful eyes stared blankly at the man's gentle face so close to her, and then——

With a wow sound, it was as if all the negative emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally found a way out at this moment, and it was out of control, so Ling Jingsi grabbed the collar of the silver-haired man tightly and cried loudly.
The cry was loud, clear, and extremely sad, echoing in the empty desert. No one responded, but the wind and sand became more intense, as if her deceased relatives were comforting and remembering her.
The silver-haired man raised his head again and looked at the other soldiers who were in tears. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, leaving them with one last warm and gentle smile.

"One day, I will come back to see you. By that time, soldiers all over the world will no longer have to worry about war, and people will be able to live and work in peace. Before that, you must protect this land and the people here. Don't let my hard work go to waste, and don't let the sacrifices of so many compatriots go to waste."

The sandstorm was vast, howling and raging, covering the sky and the sun.

The back of the man in the dark green robe walked away lonely, leaving behind long footprints that were buried by the wind and sand, gradually blurring and disappearing. It was as if he had never appeared and had never been to this place.