erately leaked his aura to him.“You can call me Zhang Linchuan,” Jiang Wang said in a distorted voice."Zhang Linchuan" The headmaster of Wangjiang City Daoist Institute apparently didn't remember the..."Pretty sister, what are you busy with" In the General's Mansion of Qinghuo Yuanchen, the sound of rolling wheels was extremely light, and the little girl's voice was extremely crisp.
Lien Yuchun sat gracefully at the long table, her figure beautiful.
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The most striking sight in this room is the exquisite facial features.
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She carefully paged through the piles of manuscripts on the table, occasionally jotting down notes with her pen. She murmured softly, "Your sister is researching ancient texts. Why don't you play for a while"
For Jihuo Yuxiu, this strong and sensible little girl, it's hard not to feel sympathy for her.
With the enemy at the gate, she couldn't bear to waste time without making a contribution.
While others had dispersed to their duties, Lin Xian, as the mobile force, stayed behind to watch over and supervise the Wangquan tribe.
Now it's her turn to stay home and look after the children, there's not much to say about that. After all, she too is stuck at a level before transcendence, nowhere near as accomplished as Jingli Xiaosangong or Lengmian Jianguan Nan.
But she would never allow herself to simply watch the children.
From a young age, she strived for excellence in everything she did. Her father expected this from her, and she held herself to the same high standard.
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Her father is a great duke, and she will also become a great duke in the future.
Whatever Lian Jingzhi can do, she will do. Whatever Lian Jingzhi cannot do, she will also do.
Following Jiang Wang's cultivation path is an act of "proton"-like devotion, and it's a rare opportunity.
Emperor Qi Wu was precisely the one who, during his time as a hostage, managed to escape the treacherous court politics of the Qi Dynasty. He experienced numerous hardships and witnessed countless worldly affairs, surpassing all previous rulers of Qi in terms of achievements.
She leaped out of the narrow well opening of Xiangguo, and at the tiny Baiyu Jingjiu Tavern, she saw the Yellow River Prodigy, the Hope of a Small Nation, the Glass Buddha Son, and the True Heir of Mojia, broadening her horizons. In just a few days, she encountered the True Dragon of the Sea Clan, and was about to fight it to the death!
That is why she cherishes time so much and is so focused.
Ji Hu Yu Xiu pushed the wheelchair to her side, and she didn't pay attention.
“Is the pretty lady reading the book of creation” the little girl asked crisply.
“Oh, is that so” Lian Yuchuan gazed at the words and the paintings alternately, carefully comparing them with Zhu Ge's lyrics and the dancing postures of the sacrificial dance. She pondered how ancient shamans might have used the scriptures of creation. However, she didn't show any impatience towards the little girl, and softly asked, "Little Xiu sister is interested in the book of creation too"
“My dream is to be a witch!” Ji Huo Yu Xiu's little hand lifted up under the table, her fingernails slowly growing longer and sharper. Of course, her voice was still childish.
"That's a wonderful dream!" Lian Yuchan wrote without stopping, saying, "I guess the master wouldn't mind. There are many tribal songs here that he has collected. You can learn and memorize them yourself, which will be helpful for your dream."
"If Uncle Linchuan minds," Ji Huo Yu Xiu asked with a smile, her hands under the table moving in opposite directions, as if performing some sort of ritual.
Lian Yuchuan couldn't understand why her former master had chosen to use the alias Zhang Linchuan in Fuluo. She could only attribute it to a bone-deep hatred that constantly haunted her former master, leading him to eventually incite the Blood Letter Proclamation and overthrow the Wusheng Sect.
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At this moment, she smiled gently and said, "It's okay, as long as he doesn't hurt his friends, this person is actually very tolerant... at most, he'll just deduct my wages."
"You all from the Dragon Hunters, are you being paid by him Who assigned the mission to challenge the World-Ending Demon Dragon" Jihuo Yuxiu's hand under the table returned to its original state, becoming pale and tender. Her voice held a hint of curiosity.
Lian Yuchuan realized she was about to slip up while focusing on ancient texts. Thankfully, Ji Huo Yu Xiu was very young and should be easy to placate. She said, "He's the one who owns this place. He takes responsibility, and he gets the profits."
She didn't delve deeply into topics like the apocalyptic dragon or the Dragon Hunters, as those were easily patched with conflicting and riddled-with-holes narratives. Instead, she changed the subject: "Your voice is very pleasant. You would likely be excellent at singing hymns."
Ji Hu Yu Xiu indeed managed to be distracted very smoothly, and naively smiled: “My mother said so too.”
Lian Yuchuan's personality is actually quite different from her appearance. She isn't a gentle person, but perhaps because she was tasked with looking after the child, today she was exceptionally patient: "Then study hard, when the master returns, sing a congratulatory song to startle him, how about that"
"Sounds good." Ji Huo Yuxiu agreed, but then she looked at Lian Yuchan's manuscript and pointed with her finger at a page of the Book of Creation on the table where Jiang Wang had condensed energy: "Pretty sister is reading these two characters"
“Oh, right.” Lian Yuchan casually said, “The first one has already been deciphered, it's the character ‘qi’, just one more character and this page of the book will be complete.”
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Ji Huo Yu Xiu earnestly said: "This character should be written as 'ming'."
Lian Yuchun was taken aback. She never expected that this little girl, who was not even nine years old and dreamed of becoming a shaman, could actually decipher the Creation Divine Script. After all, the current official shamans of the Wangquan tribe couldn't even read a single character.
"What name Which name" she asked.
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Jihuo Yu Xiu snatched the pen from Lian Yu Chan's hand and wrote a single character, "Ming," neatly on the paper. "This is it."
Lian Yuchuan was a little skeptical that this little girl could give the right answer, but when she truly embedded the character into the entire page of the Book of Genesis, she found that in terms of its shape and feel, it was a perfect match. The twisted lines could also be found in the dance rituals.
That is to say, this interpretation is correct!
“Is there a universe, and if so, is it within its own inscription” Lian Yumei frowned: “How can we explain this”
She subconsciously looked at Ji Huo Yu Xiu: "Does this world exist because of something people remember Something inscribed"
But she could only see that exaggerated shaman mask, not the blazingly bright eyes beneath it.
"Hee hee," the little girl laughed. "I don't know that."
Lian Yuchuan momentarily pushed aside her confusion: "Little Xiu sister, are there any more Creation Scrolls here that you can read"
Jihuo Yuxiu glanced at it and turned back: "If I knew a few of the characters, maybe I could read it naturally. That character just now also appeared suddenly."
There was no way around it, even Yujie had to say: "Decoding a single character is already impressive. You've done well, the rest I'll try my best."
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In a house with all its doors and windows closed, the wall lamp provided a warm glow.
The shadows of Lian Yuchang and Ji Huo Yu Xiu converged in the middle of the long table.
Below are scattered manuscripts, a long history of the world about shamans.
The lamp cast a long shadow.
The crown, representing supreme authority over all realms, was also somewhat warped in the shadows.
King Qing knelt before a gigantic ancestral portrait, its features long since blurred by the smoke of incense burning over countless years.
The one-armed general, Qing Huo Yuanchen, knelt behind him on his birthday.
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“Ancestor, first spirit to dance before the primordial fire.” King Qing's voice was low: “The time for choosing our destiny has arrived. Where shall the Qing Huo clan go from here”
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Of course the painting did not respond.
“Back then, when we left Shengshou Mountain, we struggled to make a living in this harsh world. We lit fires and danced in the cold nights, enduring for generations until we became the Qihua Tribe of today. However, our ancestor, you didn't leave us with any more guidance about the future.”
“Today, I hold the royal power on behalf of my tribe, yet I am lost in uncertainty about the future, with no one to consult. The wise Bamboo Book Shaman leaped into the ethereal heavens, and the valiant Highblaze Clan Chief perished within the Earth Cave... The history of the Qinghuo Tribe, ah, it has all been taken away by them.”
He bowed solemnly: "Ancestors, if you have a spirit, please enter my dreams."
He sat up straight after a long time.
"Yuánchén," he said without turning back, his gaze fixed on the ancestral portrait that dominated half the wall. "You have the most contact with those who come from Qīngtiān. What advice do you have Or rather, do you think Zhāng Línchuān is trustworthy"
>Qiao Huoyuanchen earnestly said: "He showed compassion for Qiao Huofeng, tolerance for the weak warriors, and bravery towards Youku's death game... Of course, these can't truly determine what kind of person he is. Besides, four years have passed, and the feeling he gives off is different from before."
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“At first, the former Mr. Linchuan gave me the impression of a lone wolf who didn't care much about things and rarely thought them through. He was clearly unhappy about the death of Qihuo Qiming and it showed on his face. But this time, he seemed to have a high position of authority and was used to giving orders. He also seemed more calculating. At least I couldn't see through his intentions.”
"Time makes people grow old." King Qing said, "Four years ago, you wouldn't have been able to see this."
"The king is right,"
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"I need your advice, Yuanchen. Don't hold back, there aren't many people around who I can talk to."
Qing Huo Yuan Chen lowered his head: "If we're just talking about Mr. Lin Chuan, I think we should continue to support him. After all, we've already had a good cooperation. Based on his current performance, he is a man of rules and respects us. Cooperating with him is more reliable than cooperating with someone whose background is unknown, even if that being is more powerful."
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"The reason is this," King Qing said, "But he comes from the center of all heavens and worlds, from the present world. The power given to me foreshadows a future where the Shenxiao World blossoms soon, and we need to participate in the war to seek the ascension of the Floating Land. Therefore, our entire Floating Land must preserve its strength and avoid being too deeply involved in his wars, lest we consume too much."
"Once the world ascends, wouldn't you be able to achieve sainthood" Qing Huo Yuan spoke with anticipation, and added, "I am but a fool. I do not understand this mortal realm very well."
"Before, there was no need to understand. Our mountains and rivers were just landscapes in a basin. It wasn't until I became the chieftain and held royal power that I learned some information from beyond the heavens." King Qing said: "When there is no opportunity, the mortal world is the master of all worlds. When there is an opportunity, the mortal world is the enemy of all worlds. If we can overthrow the human race in the mortal world, we can all ascend to a higher level. If we can seize control of the mortal world, then we would be the masters of the heavens... Of course, with our strength, it's impossible. This time, we only hope for a one in ten thousand chance."
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"World War may not have arrived yet, but right now, Zhang Linchuan's Dragon Hunting Squad has the power to wipe us out." Qing Huo Yuanchen said calmly: "Your Majesty considers the long game, but you cannot ignore the path beneath your feet."
"I understand," King Qing nodded and sighed, "But it's hard not to think about it. If we were born in this world, you and I wouldn't be just like this. A genius like Zhu Shu should have been able to shine brightly across the world."
"Those short-sighted tribal chiefs often say in private that the king merely picked up a royal contract. Who knows the king's brilliance Who knows the king's heart for all the people of this world"Qinghuo Yuanchen bowed and said, "I will dedicate myself to the king's grand ambitions, even if it means sacrificing my life and soul."
His prostrate form, hidden in the shadow of King Qing.
And King Qing's face, shrouded in the light, was blurred like the ancestors in the paintings.
"The mountains and rivers are no more than scenes within a basin, and the world is but a pattern on your palm. Do you know who said this"
In the depths of a dark cave, a voice rang out, its tone slightly detached and dramatic.
After he became familiar with the situation, he was no longer as enthusiastic at the beginning, and preferred to fake a smile. Or perhaps realizing that such things were meaningless, Jiang Wang didn't really care whether he was polite or not.
At this moment, Jingli is chanting sutras, reciting silent scriptures.
Jiang Wang and Xi Ming borrowed the Buddha's light, quietly looking at the rock paintings. Their shadows each fell on one side, distorted in the distorted paintings, also seeming to become part of the distortion.
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The rock paintings on the stone wall have a long history, far exceeding thousands or even millions of years. If their depictions are true, they should date back to the very beginning of the Fulu people—perhaps tens of thousands of years ago
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Perhaps hundreds of thousands of years.
Time cannot be specifically verified by them in the present.
The only thing that can be determined is that the paintings were created with blood imbued with spirit, which allowed them to survive for so long. Over time, the spirit faded, but the image remained etched in stone.
The rock itself, becomes a memory of ages past.
According to the paintings, in ancient times, the Flooded People were not born living on Mount Holy Hunt, but had to gather there.
Because beyond the Sacred Hunt Mountain, the wilderness is filled with evil spirits!
Shengshou Mountain has a natural sacred prohibition that prevents evil spirits from approaching.
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In the savage world, those who were wantonly slaughtered and tormented had fled to Shengshan Mountain.
Demons live all around the mountains.
Some sacrificed to evil spirits within their own clan, exchanging it for a temporary peace. Some became minions of the evil spirits, raiding mountains and villages, seeking protection when they descended. Some willingly served as food sources for the evil spirits, bearing children and grandchildren who would be slaughtered generation after generation...
Of course, there should also be resistance, an unwillingness to submit, and the courage and wisdom to take step by step out of Shengshanshan. But the mural before us does not depict this.
It only depicts a cruel, bloody, and raw period. It portrays the demons of ancient times, and the human heart that is more ruthless than demons under the shroud of demons.
"Who said that, so arrogantly" Jiang Wang turned back from the mural, responding to Ximeng's topic.
"It's a matter of fate," Xi said lightly.
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The founder of the Tai Xu School, the architect of the illusory realm of Tai Xu! A peerless powerhouse renowned throughout the world yet hidden from view.
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But in fact, compared to constructing the illusory realm itself, his ability to persuade powerful nations and advance the layout of the illusory realm into the real world is perhaps more astonishing.
Jiang's ability to unexpectedly achieve the state of a sound-hearing immortal was largely due to accidentally hearing this powerful being's true voice within the Illusory Realm of Emptiness.
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"To say he's arrogant... it's not quite that simple." Jiang Wang remained composed. "Grandmaster Xū is looking at the world from a higher level. Standing tall, naturally everything appears insignificant like mud pellets and people like ants."
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