Chapter 952: End

As Zuo Qiong continuously sliced away his own flesh and blood, the pieces that fell to the ground quickly writhed and grew. In just a few breaths, a writhing, constantly regenerating Zuo Qiong appeared on the ground.

Every piece of flesh and bone he cut off would transform into another Zuo Qiong under the influence of the Heavenly Way of Growth.

"Flesh into soldiers?" Li Huowang's face turned grim at the sight. While the Heavenly Way of Growth could no longer be used on himself, it could still be applied to Zuo Qiong.

Seeing over a dozen Zuo Qiongs emerge on the ground in such a short time, Li Huowang pushed off with his feet, charging towards Zuo Qiong to prevent him from cutting further. The newly formed, almost crippled Zuo Qiongs lunged forward, attempting to block Li Huowang. Behind him, Feng Erniu, rattling his abacus, rushed forward to intercept them on Li Huowang's behalf.

The two sides clashed, a cacophony of battle cries filling the air, each displaying their unique abilities. Li Huowang, however, ignored the others, focusing his attention entirely on the Zuo Qiong who possessed the dragon veins.

The other Zuo Qiongs were insignificant; only the sixteen dragon veins on his person were crucial!

Li Huowang's body swiftly shifted, but this time, instead of merely displacing by a mere ten feet as before, he instantly reappeared directly in front of Zuo Qiong. As Li Huowang's hands firmly gripped Zuo Qiong's hand holding the broken bone, tentacles from his body instantly wrapped around the dragon veins on Zuo Qiong.

At that very moment, two intact Zuo Qiongs leaped out from the side, charging towards Li Huowang.

"Die, Li Huowang!" the two Zuo Qiongs on either side roared as they lunged at him. But then, their hands suddenly twisted, plunging directly towards Zuo Qiong himself.

"Huh?" Zuo Qiong looked at the two attacking him, completely bewildered. The next moment, he saw the faces of the two Zuo Qiongs rapidly melt, finally transforming into two dice-shaped heads.

The two dice figures, attacking from both sides with four hands, reached for Zuo Qiong's dragon vein tattoos. One of them inserted a fake vein, while the other forcefully pulled a real one out from Zuo Qiong's body. Dragon roars continuously echoed, shaking the surrounding space.

Seeing that force wasn't working, the dice figure immediately resorted to disruption. He quickly pulled out several dice and forcibly pressed them into the head of the dragon vein. The dragon veins on Zuo Qiong's body seemed to have other ideas, appearing to want to detach themselves from him.

Zuo Qiong opened his mouth to chant a spell, seemingly attempting something, but Li Huowang, now very close, wouldn't give him the chance. Li Huowang opened his mouth wide, and with a retching sound, expelled Li Sui, mixed with blood, directly into Zuo Qiong's mouth.

As Li Huowang's distended body continuously shrank, Zuo Qiong's body began to swell. With a "pop," two slimy black tentacles pushed out Zuo Qiong's eyeballs, which flailed wildly.

Li Huowang's expression hardened again. The others, who had been fighting the other Zuo Qiongs in the distance, quickly vanished, reappearing around him and pinning Zuo Qiong down tightly. While cultivators in the past might have scattered upon encountering dragon veins, this time was different. In Li Huowang's mind, they were real, absolutely real.

While Zuo Qiong's body was firmly controlled by Li Sui, Li Huowang and his companions swiftly tore out all sixteen dragon veins. Finally, as Bai Lingmiao reinserted death into Zuo Qiong's body, the chaos within Shangjing City finally subsided.

With the entrance from Tianchen Kingdom to Daliang sealed by Xinpan, the now powerless Tianchen forces were systematically defeated under the onslaught of Daliang's returning military strategists.

One by one, the dragon veins were firmly pinned to the ground. Looking at them, Li Huowang let out a long breath. With these dragon veins, the Heaven of Great Qi could finally revive. After all this turmoil, they could finally have some peace.

"I can't help for free," the dice figure said, walking up to Li Huowang. "I'll take one dragon vein; that's what I agreed upon with your daughter."

Li Huowang wiped blood from his face, looking at the dice figure with a complex expression. "Why did you help? I truly can't understand it." Zuo Qiong was dead. At least in this matter, the dice figure had certainly not played any tricks.

The dice figure chuckled, stating quite frankly, "I help whoever wins."

Faced with the dice figure's blunt honesty, Li Huowang was left speechless.

"You can have one dragon vein; consider it your reward," Li Huowang said. "Next time, if you really have information, don't always wait until the last minute to share it."

"Indeed, Lord Ji Zai speaks wisely," the dice figure said, then went to choose a dragon vein.

Li Huowang now faced a dilemma regarding the remaining fifteen dragon veins. Though there were many, they weren't enough to distribute, especially since Great Qi had none to begin with. Furthermore, they couldn't take all of Tianchen Kingdom's dragon veins. Tianchen also had its common people, and if all the veins were taken, its citizens would experience the same devastation that Great Qi had endured.

As Li Huowang pondered these matters, a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the tower of human heads, densely covered in tentacles. It was Li Sui, his daughter.

"Sui Sui, we won," Li Huowang said, smiling happily at her.

"Yes, we won," Li Sui repeated Li Huowang's words.

Just then, Bai Lingmiao walked over and leaned gently against Li Huowang. At that moment, one of Li Sui's tentacles extended into Bai Lingmiao's ear. Bai Lingmiao paused briefly, then nodded softly and walked towards the White Lotus Hall.

"Why did you send her away? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Seeing the human heads on Li Sui's body, Li Huowang immediately shifted his gaze to the dragon veins. "Oh, right, look at these dragon veins. You're from the Ministry of Astronomy too. Help me figure out how to divide these dragon veins across the three layers of history. How many dragon veins does Daliang currently have? Is there enough time? Do we need to restore them to eleven dragon veins? By the way, how many dragon veins do you think are needed to sustain one layer of history at minimum?"

With a "thud," the human head tower, its tentacles swaying, slammed directly in front of Li Huowang.

"Father, seeing me like this, aren't you going to ask something?"

Li Huowang's heart trembled. Looking at the human heads on Li Sui, he opened his mouth, wanting to ask something but unsure where to begin. Father and daughter gazed at each other, neither speaking for a moment.

Ultimately, Xuan Pin spoke first. "Even if I don't say it, I believe you might have already guessed something."

"Let's talk later," Li Huowang said. "Shangjing City is in such chaos; there's no time for idle chatter." Li Huowang turned to leave, but a sentence from behind stopped him.

"Father, I'm afraid I haven't been your Li Sui for a very long time."