Chapter 0692: A Fragrance Across Ten Thousand Miles
From the moment Yi Tianxing tried to fish the High Priest out of the bronze coffin using the Death God Fishing Rod, to the instant the coffin opened and the High Priest's aura triggered the manifestation of the Heavenly Will, everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Thunder rolled across the skies, and just as the strike was about to land, the commotion unexpectedly awakened Nüba who lay dormant in the Valley of Generals.
And then—
Nüba struck.
With a mere gesture, she flicked the High Priest away, sending him flying tens of thousands of miles into the distance—utterly vanished. The Eye of Heaven and the Chains of Divine Law appeared soon after, yet all of this happened within the span of a single breath.
The flurry of events left everyone dazed, unable to even react.
It had all happened too quickly.
And the shockwaves from these changes were utterly overwhelming.
Many stared in horror at the valley now completely engulfed in crimson flames, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
"According to the Classic of Mountains and Seas: 'There exists one garbed in blue, named Nüba, the daughter of the Yellow Emperor. When Chiyou raised arms against the Yellow Emperor, the latter summoned the Yinglong to flood the battlefield. Chiyou in turn called upon the Wind God and Rain Master to unleash storms. In response, the Yellow Emperor dispatched the celestial maiden Nüba, who halted the rain and enabled Chiyou's defeat. Yet she could not return to the heavens and dwelled forever in the mortal realm, where rain would never fall again. She was later relocated north of the Red River. When she went missing, the command to pursue her was: "The god goes north!"'"
Jiang Ni's eyes showed deep shock.
He had long sensed that the Valley of Generals brimmed with a terrifying aura, saturated with martial energy—not just from the countless buried soldiers, nor even the Four Great Generals or the Wind-Flower-Snow-Moon Grand Formation.
No, the real reason was the presence of Nüba.
Whether she was truly the daughter of the Yellow Emperor was up for debate. But her strength was indisputable—and terrifying.
Wherever she walked, the land turned to scorched red earth for thousands of miles. That was no exaggeration. The valley engulfed in crimson flames offered a mere glimpse of her might—a tiny sliver of the iceberg.
So many things had happened in rapid succession that few had time to fully register the chain of events.
"The High Priest is dead! Soldiers, follow me—slay the enemy! Charge!!"Wind Xianlin shouted to the heavens.
"Troops, attack! Kill the undead!"Hua Mulan raised her battle blade and shouted with commanding presence, brimming with valiance.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
A million troops responded with thunderous roars, surging like a tidal wave into the ranks of the undead.
Even the undead army, which had just seen the High Priest flicked away like a bug, was shaken. Whether he lived or died—none could say. His eight mummy guardians had already bolted in the direction he vanished.
With their leader gone, even the undead seemed disoriented.
And with a million soldiers charging simultaneously, their ranks soon fell into chaos. Some undead even began to flee.
"Brothers of the undead! Don't be afraid! The High Priest may be gone, but I, the Invincible General, remain! These humans are no more than paper tigers. We'll crush them with ease!"
A new voice rang out amidst the disarray.
It was the Skeleton General—the Invincible General.
Clad in full armor, mounted on his undead steed, and gripping a long spear, he exuded the aura of a seasoned battlefield commander. His charisma alone rallied trust from the undead around him.
In his other hand, he held a chamber pot—yes, a night-soil chamber pot.
His momentum was overwhelming. No one could ignore it.
"All skeletons, regroup around me!"
"Archers, fire at will! Mummies to the front! Undead beasts, charge!!"
"Watch how I bless you with a bucket of night-soil!"
Within mere moments, the disorganized undead army was brought to heel. Formations took shape. Hordes of undead beasts charged forward, like a tsunami sweeping across the battlefield.
Then the chamber pot soared into the air.
Spinning wildly, it sprayed night-soil like a torrential downpour. Before it even landed, the stench struck—nauseating and all-encompassing.
"Fall back!!"
"Use talismans!"
"That filth corrodes divine weapons and restrains spell arts—use talismans and retreat!"
Even seasoned veterans like Wind Xianlin couldn't bear it.
They had survived countless bloodbaths, but this—this was beyond warfare. The mere thought of being splashed with chamber-pot waste made every soldier's face turn green.
Panic ensued.
Soldiers flung talismans into the air and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.
But many of the undead beasts weren't so lucky.
They were directly hit by the filthy rain.
This wasn't ordinary filth. The moment it touched them, it vanished—not by evaporation, but by seeping directly into their bodies.
And then—something horrible happened.
The beasts began to reek.
Not just superficially—the stench came from deep within, like a foul body-odor curse. A truly horrifying aura of decay and sewage radiated from their very bones.
"Ugh!!"
The battlefield reeked.
Some soldiers vomited on the spot, unable to stomach the odor.
"It's poison!"
"This night-soil curse... it's too powerful. If we get hit, we'll smell worse than a rotting corpse. No one would ever come near us again!"
"That toilet general is an abomination!"
The stench traveled not ten li, but thousands—ten thousand even. It was apocalyptic.
Especially the female soldiers under Hua Mulan's command—their expressions turned pale.
Though they were hardened warriors, they were still women. The thought of exuding such filthy stench made them rather die than live.
Their gazes toward the Skeleton General became deeply fearful.
After dumping his "payload," the Invincible General waved his hand and retreated with the undead army, swiftly vanishing into the horizon.
It was the perfect moment to pursue—but no one dared to move.
That toilet artifact loomed like a sword above their heads, a psychological weapon.
"That bastard... he's a walking catastrophe."
Watching the undead vanish into the distance, Yi Tianxing let out a slow breath.
The Skeleton General wasn't just shameless—he had obtained a toilet-based divine artifact. This combination made him perhaps the most horrifying menace under heaven.
Yi Tianxing even felt a bit lucky.
"Thank goodness he didn't splash me during the duel on the Duel Platform. If I'd gotten hit and smelled like that, I'd never show my face again. But that Duel Platform... it's quite the treasure."
He looked up.
The Duel Platform still floated midair. Evidently, the High Priest hadn't planned to reclaim it quickly—believing the entire oasis would be his.
He never expected a monster like Nüba to emerge from the Valley of Generals.
"Collect!"
With a single thought, the Heavenly Emperor Tower appeared, radiating divine light that swallowed the Duel Platform whole.
Without the High Priest alive, only such a supreme treasure could forcibly suppress and claim the platform.
Wind Xianlin and others noticed this, their eyes showing a flicker of intrigue, but they said nothing. After all, Yi Tianxing had personally fought the High Priest—he had earned this.
"Generals, what will you do next? The Valley of Generals is no longer habitable. The flames there are beyond any mortal's tolerance. It has become a forbidden zone," Yi Tianxing asked, stepping forward.
The battle had ended.
Countless corpses now littered the battlefield.
The remains of both undead and fallen soldiers.
The undead bones would be collected as high-quality materials. The bodies of the human warriors, however, would be cremated and their ashes respectfully buried.
If left unattended, those corpses might eventually rise as undead—a fate no soldier would accept.
Better to burn and rest in peace.
"We can never return to the Valley of Generals again."Wind Xianlin gazed at the flames, his expression bleak.
It had been their home. Now it was gone. That kind of loss—no words could describe it.
"Yes… there will never be a place like that again."Hua Mulan's expression darkened.
It wasn't just a base—it was their foundation, even their afterlife. To have it destroyed was like losing both nation and family.
"Generals, would you be willing to come with me to Xuanhuang City, to leave this desert behind?"Yi Tianxing didn't hesitate.
"While Xuanhuang may not yet be a holy land for humanity, its people live in peace and have a shared purpose. They possess hope. Even nearby foreign races do not dare to act rashly. Within the city, the lord values military officers and promotes cultivation openly—his dream is for everyone to become a dragon, to become cultivators."