An arrow clustered and spun. Like from over twenty years ago at the border city, piercing through the mountains, piercing through the heads of his fellow soldiers, then coming to the present. Cheriji, with a fierce and brave spear, struck this arrow and swung his long spear like a dragon, repeatedly pushing back the enemy forces, the air waves like a rainbow, transformed into Dharma Form. But behind Wang Shunchen’s arrow, there was another one. Cheriji didn’t even know how he got shot. Only a pain at the center of his brows, that fierce bravery, even in the stance of being surrounded, stalled, originally lifting the long spear like a heavy axe, about to kill the defeated deputy of the golden scimitar cavalry directly. But the strength drained away from his body like water. His eyes widened, in a trance he saw himself twenty years ago. The arrow that kept him tossing and turning in his youth, unable to sleep through the night, ultimately pierced through his brows, Cheriji held his spear, wanting to speak, but his Primordial Spirit began to disperse, only leaving blood at his mouth, unsure if it was admiration or regret, saying: "Divine Shooter General, my heart has yet to die..." "I knew it." Content originally comes from novel⟡fire.net "Therefore I came to kill you!" Cheriji’s spear lowered to the ground, he supported himself not to fall, but the fierce Western Regions archers around had already drawn their spears, simultaneously piercing through his armor, chest, and abdomen. Cheriji’s vision blurred, tears streaming down his face: "...Oh king, I am leaving, what will you do." "This subordinate is incompetent." Eighty-fourth on the Divine General List, one of the three great generals of the Qiang in the Western Regions, Cheriji. He never used any wrong strategies. Just facing two or more Divine Generals within the top fifty as commanders, leading an army in scale and form above his own, he fought his hardest, then died on the battlefield. The many long spears that pierced his body were withdrawn. Cheriji’s war spear was grounded, his head hung low, sitting quietly on horseback. Blood constantly dripped from his body, falling onto the battlefield. The warhorse neighed mournfully, tears streamed down its face, suddenly going mad, broke through the crowd of riders in front, galloping madly toward a rock mountain, and crashed to death against it, tragic beyond compare. Heroes always kill heroes. The five thousand Qie Xue Cavalry of the Qiang were annihilated, their corpses sprawled upon this battlefield, the scent of blood thick, Wang Shunchen sat on horseback, exhaled, just feeling satisfied, the suffocating chest that had been oppressed for a dozen years thoroughly expanded. He saw over there a small horse approaching, on it a girl in a hood. The girl held a familiar creature in her arms. It was the Fire Qilin. Wang Shunchen laughed heartily, no longer held any doubts about Li Guanyi’s identity. He dismounted, wanting to say something, but the young general over there had already tumbled down, took off his mask, revealing a face with high-spirited brows and a tear mole at the corner of his eye. Li Guanyi, after this great victory, amidst the myriad armies, stepped forward a few paces, cupped his hands in salute. "Li Guanyi, greets General Wang." Wang Shunchen said, "This, impossible, impossible!" Li Guanyi clasped his hands in salute, saying, "I must thank the general for the life-saving grace that day." Wang Shunchen was stunned, Li Guanyi softly said, "The day the general learned the news, grasping the war bow to rush to the court to save my parents, when the general entered the court, aunt was just taking me out from another direction of the Imperial Path." Wang Shunchen stood dazed, the voice resounded in his ears once again. But at this moment he gradually heard the words he hadn’t listened to all these years— ’...The grand marshal and his wife are in danger!!!’ ’General, general, you must rush to save them!’ The speaker was just a civil official, without martial skills. Back then, he did not attend the banquet, anxious in his heart. He just grabbed the war bow and rushed into the court, the once familiar place now surrounded by roaring flames, his eyes widened with rage, single-handedly holding off most of the so-called top court experts, fervently riding all directions of the court, when he saw a girl in her teens carrying a child, leaving from another direction. They could be said to have passed by each other. It was Wang Shunchen’s rush that allowed Li Guanyi and Murong Qiushui to leave more safely. Wang Shunchen suddenly seemed to age in an instant, his lips quivering. The flow of time suddenly took on a substantial sense. That child has now grown up. That child is already able to ride a warhorse, wield a Battle Halberd, could already wear his father’s face mask, roam the world, riding amidst dilemma, and the child softly said: "That day, indeed you saved me, saved aunt." Wang Shunchen opened his mouth, at last unable to hold back any longer, he grasped the Taiping Army waist badge, half-kneeling, not towards Li Guanyi, but to the past, to the grand marshal, to those many fallen comrades. To those 20 years that wouldn’t let him go. "Ah...it is so good..." "I did save them that day, grand marshal, I’m sorry." Wang Shunchen’s eyes reddened, unknowingly choking up. In a trance as if hearing familiar voices, seeing familiar scenes. ’Hey, I asked Your Majesty for this thing, look, does it fit your hand?’ ’Called Cold Mountain Moon Shadow.’ ’You wield bow and arrow, I wield spear and halberd, even ten thousand troops are not feared!’ Wang Shunchen wiped his eyes hard. On this battlefield where the Qie Xue Cavalry were annihilated, in this world thick with the scent of blood, open to the heavens. Only those decades of bravery, that sweeping battle across the land, that refusal to retreat a step, the history of shooting thousands of arrows in a day, the hands burst open, blood flowing into elbows, the courage burning everything for this world, transformed into the words of this moment: "Cavalryman under the banner of Taiping Duke." "Requesting to return to camp." "To enter the world again!" The sharp, fierce voice of an eagle soared into the sky, transformed into a solidified Dharma Form, the Divine Shooter General of that day returned once more, reclaiming his bow, reclaiming his heart from the past. The Divine Shooter General reenters the Seven Heavens.