Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 253, Coincidence, Can't tell the difference?

Zhao Min's words were half true and half false.

It's true that the Heavenly Sword and the Jade Disc weren't in her possession.

The rest is pure fabrication.

Zhang Sanfeng, Li Changsheng, Mo Yi, and others could also see that Zhao Min's words were not entirely true, but unfortunately, they could also genuinely feel that the Heavenly Sword was not the sincerity in Zhao Min's words.

This is...uncomfortable.

"Are we going to make a wasted trip?"

Li Changsheng looked at Zhao Min deeply, feeling a headache coming on. The Heavenly Sword was lost, and in this vast world, where did they even begin to search for it?
Mo Yi frowned deeply and suddenly reached out to grab Zhao Min. Although he was aloof and indifferent, protecting all living beings in Penglai did not mean that he would not dare to kill.

His obsession was to resurrect his younger sister.

Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, Mo Yi won't give up.

"boom!"

A phantom Tai Chi symbol stood between Zhao Min and Mo Yi.

Mo Yi's eyes flickered, revealing a cold and stern expression: "Master Zhang, are you going to stop me?"

“I’m not trying to stop you, but there are many things I don’t understand yet.” Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. Zhao Min was a princess of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, and he didn’t care whether she lived or died, but the only person who knew the whereabouts of the Heavenly Sword was Zhao Min. He couldn’t just watch Zhao Min fall into Mo Yi’s hands.

Although the Central Plains and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty were enemies, so were the overseas countries.

“It’s better to clarify some things here.” Ling Donglai also stepped forward, his words firm and his eyes bright, causing Li Changsheng and Mo Yi to frown simultaneously.

They certainly meant no harm.

He only wanted to use the Heavenly Sword to revive his relatives and friends and make up for his regrets.

But the Heavenly Sword is related to the secrets of the First Emperor's Mausoleum and the affairs of the celestial bodies. It is something that can turn the tide and change history. Its importance and value are immeasurable.

Even if Li Changsheng and Mo Yi repeatedly stated that they did not covet the contents of the First Emperor's mausoleum and did not want to explore the secrets of the First Emperor's conquest of the heavens, no one believed them.

"What if I insist on taking this woman away?" Mo Yi stepped forward, his whole body glowing, his body emitting a sound like a surging river, a celestial physique, a river of blood and energy.

Mo Yi, hailed as the immortal of Penglai, reveals his astonishing brilliance for the first time.

With just a glance, an aura as vast as the ocean suddenly descended, and most of the people in the Mongol capital, regardless of their status or wealth, were as if burdened by a thousand pounds of weight, bent over, and forced to kneel on the ground, trembling and prostrate.

"Your Excellency is a celestial being, but so am I."

"If you want to take her away, you'll have to ask me first."

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, and Yin-Yang profound energy appeared above his head, reaching the heavens and earth, shaking the celestial phenomena. A Taiji phantom, a thousand feet in size, appeared without warning, stretching across the sky, with Yin-Yang fish swimming within it, as if a black hole was about to devour everything in the world and suck everything away.

The common people of Dadu, who were forced to kneel under the pressure of the celestial aura, felt a terrifying suction force coming from the sky, trying to pull them up into the sky. Under the combined force of positive and negative forces, many of the weak people coughed up blood, their bones cracking as if they were about to explode at any moment.

Heaven and man versus heaven and man.

This was something no one expected.

The Mongol emperor Temur was so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood. Through the Tantric master Hamidun, he already knew what had happened outside the Prince of Ruyang's residence, but to his dismay, it was a battlefield between the celestial beings and the immortals.

Even if he is the emperor, even if this is the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, even if this is Dadu, even if this is Temur's stronghold.

Even if he knew that the Heavenly Sword might be there.

Temur dared not make any rash moves, much less interfere.

Mo Yi remained silent for a long time, then looked at Zhang Sanfeng's resolute attitude and finally softened: "I have no intention of making things difficult for Master Zhang. I only want to borrow the Heavenly Sword to revive my younger sister."

"Master Zhang can come along. As long as my sister is resurrected, I will not interfere with Zhao Min's life or death, or the whereabouts of the Heavenly Sword. What do you say?"

Mo Yi knew that if he didn't persuade Zhang Sanfeng, he wouldn't be able to take Zhao Min away, so he had no choice but to compromise.

“I’ve heard Li Changsheng mention your matter.” Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng’s attitude softened slightly. Regarding Bei Li, this unparalleled prodigy, he shook his head and said, “Although the Heavenly Sword has the power to bring the dead back to life, I have never heard of it being able to revive someone who has been dead for too long.”

"Your sister..." According to the timeline, she has been dead for almost twenty years.

Can the Heavenly Sword really resurrect people who have been dead for so long?

Mo Yi remained silent, only looking at Zhao Min behind Zhang Sanfeng, as if seeking an answer.

"Don't look at me, it's impossible." Zhao Min shook her head decisively and sneered, "If the Heavenly Sword could be resurrected no matter how long it has been dead, the First Emperor wouldn't have been buried in the First Emperor's Mausoleum. Wouldn't all those heroes, geniuses, and sages from ancient times have returned to the mortal world long ago?"

Yes, that makes sense.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng and Li Changsheng both nodded in agreement.

Even Mo Yi's face showed a look of dejection.

But soon, their expressions began to look strange.

Zhao Min had previously stirred up the world, wielded the Heavenly Sword, and held the power of life and death. Countless miracles of bringing the dead back to life were repeatedly performed under her command, and her words were absolute authority.

If Zhao Min says that one cannot resurrect someone who has been dead for too long, then it is certainly impossible.

They could all tell there was no deception involved.

But her last statement didn't seem entirely absolute, did it?

Several pairs of eyes strangely fell on someone who shouldn't have been there.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?" Ling Donglai felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at by Zhang Sanfeng, Li Changsheng, and Mo Yi. A terrifying thought popped into his mind, and a cold sweat ran down his spine.

Zhao Min was incredibly intelligent; from the strange expressions and eerie gazes of the group, she instantly guessed what was going on.

"No way?"

"Could the Heavenly Sword really revive people who have been dead for a long time?" Zhao Min had the same thought in her mind, and her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

It's no wonder Zhao Min thought that way; Ling Donglai's appearance was too strange and defied common sense.

An unparalleled master who had long since shattered the void and ascended to immortality has reappeared in the mortal world after more than a hundred years. Even his own memories are in disarray, and he is not clear why he, who should have shattered and departed, is still in the mortal world.

Previously, Zhao Min would not have had this question and would have thought it was just a rumor spread by the world.

However, if a being at the Celestial Realm has even distorted memories, and then returns to the mortal world after more than a hundred years, perhaps a different explanation would make more sense!
"Should you speak, or should I speak?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Li Changsheng, and the two, after a long time, once again found common ground.

Li Changsheng sighed and said, "Let me ask."

"Ling Donglai, when did you return to the mortal realm?"

"Did you really shatter the void back then? Or were you trapped and died within the Ten Deadly Passes for some reason, and only recently resurrected because of the Heavenly Sword?"

If it weren't for Zhao Min's words, and if Ling Donglai, this supreme master who no longer belonged to the mortal world, hadn't reappeared, Li Changsheng, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others wouldn't have had such doubts.

But now, they really want to know.

We desperately need an answer.

Senseless!

Ling Donglai looked at Li Changsheng and Zhang Sanfeng, then looked down at himself, completely lost in confusion, with only the few questions Li Changsheng had asked him remaining in his mind.

Did he shatter the void back then?
When did he realize he was still alive?

Or rather, when was he resurrected?

Could it be that his memory is false? Did he not unravel the secrets of life and death within the Ten Deadly Passes, break through the barrier between heaven and man, and shatter the void to leave? Instead, did he pass away within the Ten Deadly Passes and only resurrected because of the Heavenly Sword?

That's why his memory is so distorted and confused.

He couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't tell the difference!
(End of this chapter)