One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 324 The overall situation has been decided
A sliver of understanding came to Song Yun's heart.

A warrior seeks from himself, not from others.

Only by pinning all hopes on one's own body and the weapon in one's hand can one fully discover the potential of martial arts.

The higher the cultivation base, the more precious this potential is. Most of the peak martial saints will not be able to become immortals in their lifetime, just lacking that little potential.

Once distracted by external objects such as power, status, wealth, etc., and have distracting thoughts in the heart, the will of martial arts will no longer be pure, the potential will not be fully tapped, and the realm will be difficult to break through.

Song Yun also understood what the Northern Four Emperors did.

Although the four of them are emperors, they often practice in closed doors, do not deal with mundane affairs very much, and delegate power to the chiefs of various tribes. This has been the case for tens of thousands of years.

It is to concentrate on cultivation.

Among them, the Yellow Emperor was the one who put the most effort into managing the forces, but because of this, he had the lowest level of cultivation.

"If you want to be an emperor, you don't have the chance to reach the highest level. If you gain something, you will lose it."

While Song Yun was meditating, Shan Li of the Jishuo Tribe kept looking at this side from a distance, hesitating whether to go up and say a few words.

When he didn't know the identity of this young man in white robe, Shan Li acted very enthusiastically and boldly, without any exception.

Now I feel a little shy.

Emperor Xuan's status was too high, and he was nothing compared to a little patriarch like him.

Shan Li couldn't help feeling flustered when he thought that he had commanded an emperor to patrol and fight, and even planned to recruit him into his command.

The pressure is just too much.

But seeing that Song Yun was about to leave at this moment, Shan Li couldn't help but still moved forward.

He has already realized that it was not he who showed bravery on the Huaishui battlefield, but Emperor Xuan who has been helping in secret!

Without Emperor Xuan, he would have died long ago as a martial sage in the early stages of being trapped in enemy lines.The Jishuo tribe rushed to the front, and it was hard to say how many people would be left in the end.

This kindness is too great, and I feel that at least I have to send someone else and say thank you.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, Song Yun's voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"No need to come here, you are the chief of the tribe under the Yellow Emperor, talking to me will only cause Xia Qi's displeasure."

"The battle of Huaishui is a happy cooperation. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can find me quietly... if I am still here."

Shan Li was taken aback, looking at Song Yun, who was gray-haired and no longer youthful, with complicated emotions.

"Is Emperor Xuan, who was so famous in an era, about to fall?"

He opened his mouth lightly and whispered:
"Thank you."

Among the crowd in the distance, Song Yun seemed to nod his head.

Shan Li couldn't help laughing, "I can fight side by side with Emperor Xuan, I have no regrets in this life!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left with his clansmen.

Here, more than a dozen tribal chiefs under Baidi's command surrounded him, saluted respectfully, and asked Song Yun:

"Di Zun, where should Baidi's body be buried? Would you like to go back to Baidi City?"

"No." Song Yun shook his head.

When he travels to the end of the Great Xia 4 years later, there is no emperor's tomb at all, and not many people have even heard of the era of the Five Emperors.

Xia Qi's choice was to erase all traces of history and let the world live under the brilliance of him alone.

In the era of tribal autonomy like the Five Emperors era, the whole people practiced freely and loosely, which ran counter to Qi's ruling philosophy, and he would never let people know about it.

Therefore, even if Song Yun buried Baidi's body, Qi would destroy the body in the future.

"Not buried in Baidi City? Where is it buried?" Several patriarchs were a little puzzled.

"Hold on."

Song Yun glanced at Xia Qi, who was still in contact with the patriarchs of various clans, and said via voice transmission:

"I don't need to accept the forces under Baidi's command, but give you the opportunity."

After hearing this, Xia Qi was overjoyed. Although the number of Baidi's tribes was small, they were all very powerful. The losses in the Huaishui battle were not too big, but they were a favorite.

Emperor Bai is Emperor Xuan's younger brother, and the relationship between the two has always been close. After the death of Emperor Bai, these tribes must give priority to Emperor Xuan.Xia Qi didn't intend to rob at first, for fear of causing conflict.

I didn't expect that people didn't want it.

Is there such a good thing?

No, I'm afraid it's a deal.

Xia Qi replied via voice transmission: "Then what do you want?"

Song Yun: "The bodies of the White Emperor and the Red Emperor will be buried in Anxi, and the body of the Yellow Emperor will be buried anywhere."

"In addition, if the tribes under Baidi's command are willing to take refuge in you, you must ensure that they will be treated equally without discrimination."

"If you don't want to take refuge, don't make things difficult. Let them go, and I still won't take over."

Xia Qi asked: "What about their armor and magic weapons? The White Emperor is your younger brother. I have no objection to you taking away the Autumn Killing Sword, but what about the Red Emperor's phoenix flame swords?"

Song Yun: "Leave it to the tribes under Chidi's command, otherwise they may not agree to bury Chidi in Anxi."

Xia Qi pondered for a moment, this deal was a big profit for him.

If all the tribes of the Yellow Emperor and the White Emperor belong to him, and if he wins over the Chidi tribe and the Taoist masters of the Qishan Dao Palace, the world will basically fall into his hands.

After careful calculation, Xia Qi said: "You still need to promise that you will not accept any tribe, no matter it is under Baidi's command or not."

Song Yun didn't care, "Of course."

Hearing this, Xia Qi was relieved a lot, knowing that Emperor Xuan really had no intention of fighting for hegemony, the pressure in his heart dropped sharply.

The two struck a deal straight away.

Now that there are only these two supreme beings in the world, they agree with each other, and the patriarchs can only protest.

Although the tribes under Baidi's command didn't understand, they were not fooling around with anyone. Xia Qi was willing to recruit him and offered generous conditions, so they went too.

The Red Emperor's tribe was very reluctant and hoped to recover the body of the Red Emperor Qinghuang.

But Song Yun threw out the top-ranked Phoenix Flame Swords.

The patriarchs immediately focused on fighting for the treasured sword, and no one cared about the corpse anymore.

Song Yun's goal was easily achieved.

Xia Qi was also very satisfied. Emperor Xuan didn't plan to form a force, and these tribes wanted to find a strong man as their backer, so they had to go to him.

Soon, all the tribes chose to follow Xia Qi, and no one was stupid enough to plan to go it alone.

"The overall situation has been decided, and the general trend has come!"

Complacent, Xia Qi glanced at Song Yun, secretly feeling disdainful.

"This Emperor Xuan collected Luo Dizun's body, could it be that he wanted to use it for cultivation, so that he could break through the realm and live for a few more years? How could it be so easy!"

"The more vitality is exhausted, the harder it is to break through."

"Once he dies, the Autumn Killing Sword and the Phoenix Flame Sword will be mine, and the whole world will be mine!"

Xia Qi looked back at the dark tribal warriors behind him, his heart suddenly filled with pride, and he waved his hand:
"Let's go to Yangdi, my territory."

"Call the world, the tribal alliance will be held in ten days!"

More than 4 people hurriedly agreed and left together with Xia Qi.

Shan Li mixed in the crowd, turned his head to look at Song Yun again, and nodded silently.

Soon, the city will be empty.

In Anxi, there is only a messy battlefield left.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Duan Ge and the remnant flag stood slantingly in the wind, and the ground was covered with bloody corpses and broken armor.

The vultures were attracted by the strong smell of blood and could not go circling in the air.

(End of this chapter)