Phew~
The light touch of divine will seemed to break through a thin film.
Countless images flowed through my mind like water and were immediately frozen.
Old houses, old trees, green lanterns...
From far to near, from large to small, it seems that a long time has passed, An Qisheng's eyes fell on this ancient house.
In the dim light, an old man was writing furiously, sometimes accompanied by the sound of a slight cough.
"...men and monsters are fighting each other, the war is spreading, and the people are in dire straits...Sigh, I have been pursuing the Master's principles all my life, and I have been struggling all my life, and it is difficult to have peace..."
"The Tao is free and easy. The Buddha cultivates his own body. Where is my Confucian way? Master, my disciple is incompetent and cannot inherit the mantle of your old man. What is even more sad is that it cannot be passed down. It cannot be passed on..."
"... Tens of thousands of years, no matter how much running, how much perseverance, how much struggle, will it finally be like a dream? Gods and Buddhas are invincible. Where is the road to life? Where is it?!"
"Poor, pathetic, hateful..."
Under the light of the bean lamp, the old man's breath flickered like a lamp, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
He tried again and again to write down everything he knew and understood, but he failed every time he tried.
He has everything in his heart, but he can't express it in words. He wants to leave a book, but he can't write it down.
Time and time again, I wrote in blood letters, stone tablets, acrostics, crossword puzzles, split words... I tried countless methods, but still couldn't leave any handwriting.
He knows, but there is no difference between him and not knowing.
An Qisheng stared at it, vaguely seeming to feel the same.
As his realm rose, Meng Daqian's magical power transformed several times. It was no longer what it was before. With a single thought, he could now perceive everything that he could perceive.
Pathetic,
Unwilling to do so,
sigh,
compassion,
Sorrow...many emotions surged in his heart instantly. This was the melancholy in the old man's heart.
Many memories of the old man also appeared in his heart.
This old man, named 'Zeng Yan', is a true Confucian sage. He is the great-grandson of 'Zeng', the 72nd disciple of Confucius, and the ancestor of Zeng San.
He lived in an era when emperors had no power over heaven and Confucianism and Taoism were cut off. It was also a chaotic period when humans and demons were really fighting each other.
Because of his status and inheritance, he knew far more than Zeng San, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell.
"Will anyone hear it? I don't know..."
After a long time, the old man seemed to have given up completely and walked out of the room. His figure was thin, but he was as tall as Zeng San.
He stopped under the old tree, looked at the stars in the night, and murmured to himself: "It may be in vain, but even He cannot take away history..."
He murmured in his heart, and the light of his soul illuminated the courtyard like a substance, and immediately turned into a pen in his palm.
Using the emptiness as the paper, the heart as the pen, and the Confucianism he has practiced throughout his life as the ink, he began to write.
"...the misty heaven and earth first opened, and the gods were born. This is the era of gods and demons. The era of gods and demons is dominated by three supreme divine beasts.
One is Zhulong, the second is Shenlin, and the third is Phoenix Emperor.
This is the ancestor of scales, birds, and beasts. This era begins with the death of the Phoenix Emperor before he was born, and ends with the enlightenment of the Heavenly Saint and the Demonic Saint.
The Demonic Period begins immediately.
The two saints came to the mortal world and swept away the gods and demons in the heavens. After many years of fighting, the heavenly saints ascended to heaven to preach. Many people with great supernatural powers followed them. After many years, they gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court.
The Demon Saint entered the earth, opened up the underground Demonic Abyss, collected the sinister and resentful energy from heaven and earth, and sat down to gather all the demons since the beginning of the world to become the ancestor of the Demonic Abyss.
The two sides have been fighting for many years, and many of the gods and demons born in the world have perished, but a race different from the gods and demons has been born on the bodies of gods and demons.
This is the beginning of humankind.
The end of the Heavenly Demon Era is symbolized by the first establishment of the Imperial Court and the birth of the human race.
All ages have passed, and the ancient times have arrived.
In the ancient times, the gods and demons licked their wounds and silently gathered strength. The heavenly saints and the demonic saints stopped and meditated separately.
The newly born human race ushered in the ancient era in ignorance, fighting against the ferocious beasts, fighting against the heaven and the earth, and gradually gained a foothold.
The world changed again, and a great realm appeared out of nowhere, awakening the gods and demons in the sky. There was an overlord in that realm, unparalleled in power.
His master calls himself "Old Man Tianhuang" and says that his clan is a monster. Old Man Tianhuang has the power of a candle dragon and his body is infinitely large.
The arrival of the demon world triggered a riot and suppression by gods and demons. The war lasted for countless years. In the end, it ended with the death of the old man Tianhuang and the demon world was renamed the "animal realm".
In the ancient times, gods and demons fought with demons, and the human race was also affected. It was almost wiped out and struggled to survive.
......."
Zeng Yan wrote furiously in the night, his light was majestic and his energy was extremely powerful. However, every word was lost when he fell, and his words were lost when he spoke. Even the many Confucian disciples who were alarmed by his actions had no idea what he was doing.
But he seemed unaware, just leaving words in the air one stroke after another. Only An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.
This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last.
Without him, his end is approaching.
Even though I didn’t know if it was feasible, I had to give it a go.
"The Era of Gods and Demons, the Era of Heavenly Demons, the Ancient Era..."
An Qisheng's mind was heavy. This was the first time he had completely seen the Earthly Immortal Way, or the past of the Emperor's Heaven Realm.
Boom!
At a certain moment, there was a muffled thunder in the night, rumbling and shaking, thousands of miles away, but it shocked this ancient city.
唳~~~
Immediately, a high-pitched cry echoed through the sky.
Under the cover of night, a peacock with brilliant wings, dazzling color and powerful spirit came from the south. Spread endless divine light.
"Peacock King!"
Some people in the ancient city exclaimed, some were horrified, and some even ran away, but more people were approaching the ancient house.
Pa~
In the ancient house, startled by the chirping of birds, Zeng Yan trembled with the big pen in his hand and disappeared after the "Chronicle of the Emperor's Struggle".
"Perhaps it is God's will that cannot be violated. After all, I, Zeng Yan, cannot compare to my ancestors..."
The old man sighed softly in his heart.
He raised his head and looked at the peacock coming from the south, with a strong breath and a stern expression, and said loudly: "I wonder what the Peacock King is coming to do?"
"My brother was killed by your Confucian disciples!"
A sharp but not harsh cry resounded through the night, but it was full of coldness and chill: "Eighty cities should be swallowed, Confucian disciples to send my brother's spirit away!"
Huhuhu~
As the sound waves roared, a violent wind suddenly emerged between heaven and earth.
Thousands of miles away, the earth was filled with sand and rocks, and under the strong wind, countless pieces of soil and sand rose into the sky.
The entire ancient city was trembling and roaring, and the formations and restrictions set up outside seemed to have completely lost their effect.
Before he finished speaking, tens of thousands of people in the city broke through the houses and flew into the sky, as if they were about to fall into the mouth of the peacock.
"How dare you do this?!"
Zeng Yan became angry and shouted loudly, and a celestial river seemed to appear between heaven and earth.
The river flooded with light that day, its shape was majestic like a divine dragon, and its majestic aura seemed to illuminate the entire night. All the flying people were wrapped up in the long river and returned to the city.
"The mighty river of Confucianism? Zeng Yan, you want to stop me with your incomplete and broken stream?!"
With a long cry, the Peacock King cut through the void for thousands of miles, and a hazy five-color light appeared on his wings, about to wash away the long river.
"Five-color divine light..."
An Qisheng couldn't help but feel something in his heart as he stared at this scene. Although this five-color divine light appeared immature and somewhat lacking in essence, it was not much different from the five paths of divine light formed by his five Qi Chao Yuan...
Many of his previous guesses seemed to be confirmed.
"Five-color divine light?! The Peacock King actually mastered the five-color divine light?!"
"No, that's not right! This, this is the Little Five Elements Divine Light."
Some Confucian disciples were horrified.
I don't know how many great magical powers appeared in the Battle of Defeating Heaven, but the five-color divine light must be the best among them. Although this divine light has only a little meaning, it is already indescribably powerful.
The only thing that can be compared to it, apart from the vast river of Confucianism, is the two qi of yin and yang that are equally unpredictable.
There are also Confucian disciples who are excited and determined to win against the vast river.
But, it was beyond anyone’s expectation.
This brush failed.
The vast river disappeared directly when the five-color divine light came and went.
"The ancestor and the noble ancestor are both known as the two holes. They have fought side by side. How can the vast river be opposed to the five-color divine light?"
Zeng Yan returned to the vast river, looked at the Peacock King spreading its wings and singing loudly, and sighed in his heart.
There was a time when the two races, humans and monsters, could still fight side by side. Although there was disharmony, it was harmless in the end.
Although the relationship between the Confucian sect and the Peacock clan is not very good, it is not as life-and-death as it is now.
"You dare to mention your ancestors?"
The Peacock King raised his neck and roared loudly, as if he was extremely angry, shaking the sky: "How can a sour and rotten scholar compare with my ancestors? Do you still want to live above my ancestors?"
boom!
The wind was so violent that the ground in the city shook, and countless houses swayed and collapsed.
Many Confucian disciples were urging them to use their supernatural powers to protect the city. When they heard these words, they all couldn't help but became furious: "Those who wear hair and horns are not worthy of the name of my master!"
"You are seeking death!"
The Mauryan King jumped like thunder, spread his wings and set off a frenzy in the sky. He swooped down amidst the boundless lightning and thunder, and was about to destroy the entire city.
"enough!"
Zeng Yan shouted coldly and suppressed the riots in the city. He rose into the air and rushed towards the Peacock King at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed.
boom!
There was a shocking roar.
Zeng Yan was clothed in five-color divine light, but he had no resistance at all to the five-color divine light that enveloped him, allowing it to drown him.
"you?"
The Peacock King looked at the old man in shock.
"The five-color divine light is indeed an unparalleled magical power. The small five-element divine light with only a hint of true meaning is already so amazing..."
Amid the five colors, Zeng Yan felt the changes all over his body, and his expression was calm and calm: "Your brother was killed by the Confucian sect. As the leader of the Confucian sect, I think it is enough to pay for it with my life."
His deadline is approaching and he has no time to find out what happened, nor does he want to kill the Peacock King's disciples to increase the hatred between humans and monsters.
"I just hope that the Maurya King will not kill anyone, so as not to desecrate the struggle of our ancestors..."
Under the astonished gaze of the Maurya King, he slowly closed his eyes and allowed the five-color divine light to wash into them.
"teacher!"
"granduncle!"
"Senior Brother Zeng!"
.....
唳~~~
The sound of crying, exclaiming, and shouting could be heard for a while.
Immediately, many images began to fade, and eventually, like porcelain that fell to the ground, they were completely shattered and turned into countless streams of light.
Submerged into An Qisheng's heart.
.........
This chapter is a background chapter and was published before the overhaul, so it is free of charge.
