Shi Lan no longer lacked origin power, and she had no further designs on this world.
This realm reminded her too much of the homeland in her memories, the resemblance rife with uncanny coincidences. She couldn't help but feel something stir within her, and couldn't bear to see this world meet the same fate as Qiongluo.
Seeing this, Samsara said nothing more. By now, it could understand some of Shi Lan's thoughts.
Not far away, a dense blood-red glow suddenly flared. A three-foot divine sword hung in midair, trembling with an utterly terrifying surge of divine will. A bone-piercing killing intent flashed past, shielding the unconscious boy before Shi Lan.
Shi Lan's gaze tightened. She slowly retreated. The sword's aura was hostile, faintly warning her. Had she taken the jade scroll moments ago, her fate now would likely have been grim.
In the blink of an eye, the fierce god wielding a pair of halberds had slaughtered all the black-armored generals in the distance. A chariot bearing a blood-red war banner thundered through the void and came to a slow stop before Shi Lan.
Cao Cao stepped down from the chariot. His gaze didn't linger on Shi Lan for even a moment; in an instant, it fixed on the middle-aged man in black imperial robes. His expression shifted.
"Your Majesty!"
He tried to approach, but the moment he moved, a wave of blood-red flames drove him back.
The divine mountain-and-river patterns engraved on the scarlet sword blazed fiercely, and a weighty killing intent filled the surrounding lands.
"This humble general is a fourth-rank Western Campaign General of the Han. I have come to protect Your Majesty. I beseech Chixiao to bear witness!"
Beneath the sword's edge, cold sweat beaded on Cao Cao's brow. He retreated several steps, then bowed low