God Burying

"Finally."

"The times create heroes."

"Now, you finally look a little like a leader."

Lu Wu appeared beside Wang Ye again at some unknown point and spoke softly.

A leader?

Wang Ye laughed at himself and shook his head.

He could not be a leader. Or rather, he was better suited to being a lone wanderer.

Compared to Li Xinghe, he fell far short.

Li Xinghe could always handle every trivial matter with perfect order and effortless grace, considering every detail. Even in this despairing era, he could still make sure people were fed and held onto hope.

Giving did not necessarily mean expecting something in return.

At least, Wang Ye did not think so.

There was simply a flame burning in his heart, telling him that this was what he should do, and what he had to do.

Nothing more.

If—if he truly lived to see the day Peace Under Heaven arrived, then staying home, eating and lazing about, and going out for a stroll when bored to admire the magnificent land... that was his small wish.

"God Burying City has much to rebuild."

"Let's go back."

"Zhang Ziliang has a sword. I have a city."

"With one sword, he slew the Six Imperials."

"With one city, I'll slaughter every god."

"It's time to prepare."

Wang Ye spoke calmly, then turned and left.

Watching Wang Ye's departing back, Lu Wu murmured, "God Burying City buries gods... Heh, suddenly, I'm fired up."

"Maybe... it really can be done."

For a moment, Lu Wu's eyes gradually brightened, as though he had found a new goal.

"I'll handle the formations!"

"Give me three years from today, and I'll build you a terrifying stronghold covered in formations!"

"As long as the formations stand, God Burying City will not fall."

"I look forward to