The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 317 The First Divine Curse of the Yellow Emperor for All Ages
Zhou Yan revealed this name.

He commands twelve Yuan Chen sequences, each consisting of twelve elite warriors, all of whom can wield counterfeit Bai Ze books and unleash the sealed power of heroes from the history of Yan and Huang to fight and act with impunity.

The shadows lurking in history attempt to suppress any spirit of resistance.

The words spoken by the being before him were like a bolt of lightning, illuminating everything that had happened before and revealing a huge contradiction, far greater than anything Zhou Yan had previously glimpsed, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

During this period, Shi's first ally was Li Yuan.

[Shi] held the purple jade talisman between his fingers, and said with a gentle smile, "Of course, Li Shimin's power is too great. He forged his own imperial sword, and his generals and officials can, under certain circumstances, subdue the gods of mountains and rivers."

"He is even the rare human emperor after Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han who can control the entire Humanity's Fortune Array. For us, he is a dangerous figure. He originally used An Lushan's method to lure Li Yuanji and use Li Jiancheng."

"They tried to fuel the killing intent that was already in their hearts, hoping to use them to kill Li Shimin. But unfortunately, Li Shimin was a formidable opponent. In terms of civil and military achievements and magnanimity, he was almost on par with Ji Xuanyuan."

"Or perhaps the difference between him and Ji Xuanyuan is simply that they were in different circumstances, which led to their different achievements. He was indeed ruthless, killing Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji, and also clashing with us once..."

"However, sometimes, a son being too strong is not a good thing for his father. Li Yuan was unwilling and pained by Li Shimin's achievements, so we joined forces with him."

The man with the gentle voice paused, then smiled and said:
"Although he is old, his vital energy has not yet declined. We distributed the jade talisman to him and 'created' a batch of descendants who possess both the bloodline of the Li Tang dynasty and the characteristics of the Bai Ze jade talisman. Although most of them do not have any special abilities."

"However, it can give rise to a lot of chess pieces."

Zhou Yan gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword and said, "Do you think I'll believe you?"

"I'm curious, why would you tell me these things on your own initiative?"

“Even the dead deserve to know everything,” [Shi] replied, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Yan as if he could see through the origin of his soul: “Zhou Yan…you carry Zhuge Liang’s secret plan, and you are the greatest variable of this era. Why should we be enemies?”

Zhou Yan gripped his weapon tightly, offering no reply, only remaining on guard.

[Shi] continued in a gentle, unhurried voice:

"Like you, I have seen countless 'Wang Wan'er' and 'Wang Boze'. They are kind, yet their lives are as worthless as weeds; they are innocent, yet they are trampled on. This world should not be like this."

He stretched out his hand, palm up, as if supporting the weight of the entire world, and calmly said, "As long as saints exist, great thieves will never cease. Join forces with me to reshape the rules of this world, so that the good will meet a good end and the evil will be punished. What do you say?"

Zhou Yan slowly raised the weapon in his hand, pointed it at him, and sneered:
"There's no need to elaborate on the seductive words."

[Shi] looked at him and said, "Unfortunately, I thought we could at least have reached a consensus."

Before Zhou Yan could make a move, Jin Tianwang had already gathered his strength. Pure and boundless Gengjin evil energy rose from the ancient sword and began to transform into flames. Above Tengwang Pavilion, strands of primordial energy gathered and transformed into a huge Dharma body, which fiercely bombarded him.

The accumulated Geng metal evil energy erupted like the sun, transforming into hundreds of sword lights capable of tearing mountains and rivers apart. This move made it look as if two suns had risen here.

[History] He didn't look up, or even glance at it.

The destructive torrent of golden sword light, three feet away from him, seemed to have struck an invisible wall, instantly freezing and then vanishing silently like shattered glass, without stirring up even a ripple of energy.

A hint of fear appeared in Jin Tianwang's eyes.

His all-out attack, second only to the self-destruction of the Dharma Body, a desperate measure, was frozen in that instant. [Shi] stared at Zhou Yan, his voice calm, a faint smile on his face: "...Do you think what I'm about to do is wrong?"

Just from that one move, Zhou Yan knew that he was no match for him.

At this point, fear was useless, so he simply became extremely nonchalant and said, "Who can judge right and wrong? It's just that, as far as I'm concerned, you want to erase the correct history and erase our spirit of resistance. That is wrong."

[Shi] looked at Zhou Yan, shook his head, and said in a gentle voice, "Right and wrong are meaningless. How do you know that the history you know is true?"

"Besides, look at Wang Wan'er and her father, Wang Boze."

"Their lives were filled with hardship and misfortune. To them, what difference did it make whether a few more heroes were added or a few less? They lived their lives without knowing whether they were born or died, like puppets."

"Isn't everything, including the common people, the same?"

"The truth you speak of is merely a first impression. True truth is not a conclusion, nor a fixed and unchanging one, but rather a law, a cycle, the irreversible 'Tao' of civilization from its birth and peak to its decay and demise."

"If we stretch time to infinity, the birth and destruction of civilization is but a moment. This moment of birth and death is the only reality, and all the mistakes within it are nothing more than fleeting illusions."

[History] He stretched out his palm, and a flower appeared on his fingers, sincere and gentle:

"A single ear of wheat grows in spring and dies in autumn; a dynasty rises and falls."

"Everything is in a cycle, and humanity is no exception. What I do is not to tamper with it, but to correct it—to prune away those useless branches that delay the process, so that the Yanhuang people can follow their predetermined path toward birth and death, the only truth in this era."

Zhou Yan was astonished: "A predetermined trajectory?"

"Then, what about those who died during your so-called predetermined path of pruning branches?"

[Shi]'s voice was gentle and apologetic: "I'm very sorry."

"However, just like trees, sometimes it is necessary to prune and discard branches that grow too luxuriantly in order to grow better. Zhou Yan, you hold the Bai Ze Book and can become my companion."

"Step out of the torrent of time, and you will have a very long life."

"When you see a tragic story, you will feel regret. But if it is ten, a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years later, these stories will no longer be able to stir even the slightest ripple in your heart."

"Because they are just..."

[Shi] paused, then said calmly, without much emotion, "They are nothing more than a few insignificant and meaningless grains of sand under the wheels of history."

Zhou Yan murmured, "Insignificant... is it?"

He thought of many things, of specific people, of their joys and sorrows.

[Shi] said gently, "I know you are unhappy, I know you are angry, but please listen to my explanation. Human history has its own laws of rise and fall, which are not subject to the individual will of you, the human race."

"War leads to sacrifice. Even in a hopelessly corrupt country, there will be soldiers loyal to it. These soldiers sacrifice themselves for the country, but the country is rotten to the core and will inevitably be overthrown and destroyed."

"So, do you think the sacrifices of these warriors who stood in front of this doomed nation were worthwhile?"

[History] posed this question, paused, and then gave an answer:

"It has no value."

"What perishes will perish; this is the way, the predetermined fate and law. Struggling will not change this outcome, it will only waste more time and bring more sacrifices—"

"Any action that goes against the laws and principles of the Tao is useless and worthless. In human terms, this is like trying to catch fish by climbing a tree or trying to find a lost sword by marking the boat, isn't it?"

Zhou Yan suddenly smiled faintly: "So, in your opinion, the death of the Duke of Taishan is also a 'useless branch' that can be pruned? Kunlun Mountain and Buzhou Mountain are the same?"

"Or are the ones on your side the 'useless branches'?"

His words were interrupted, and he said, "In the short term, we have paid a heavy price."

"But in the long run, yes, even Mount Tai is insignificant."

Zhou Yan said, "Then, what price are you willing to pay for your so-called correct direction? And who will determine this so-called 'predestined fate'?"

[History] replied, "Me."

"Because I see further than flesh and blood; because I have no personal feelings, and unlike your human leaders, I will not indulge in my own desires, and thus exercise tyranny, and increase taxes because of my own greed."

"In the destiny I have set, there is only one way to take life."

"That is, going against the correct path, and in that case, all beings will willingly give up their lives."

“Apart from this, all beings shall attain freedom, all things, and eternal joy.”

[Shi] stretched out his hand: "All I need is for you to give up resisting." Zhou Yan looked at the sincere [Shi], sighed, and seemed to finally give up. He loosened his grip on the three-pointed double-edged sword, and the divine weapon fell downwards. But in the instant that he used this action to attract the other party's attention, Zhou Yan suddenly sprang up.

The burning wooden planks of the Tengwang Pavilion beneath her feet sent countless flaming fragments flying. Amidst the swirling fire, Madam Xu drew her sword like a bolt of blue lightning, aiming straight for Shi's heart!

At the same time, another figure appeared behind Shi, his ancient sword radiating brilliant light as he slashed fiercely. Shi held a jade talisman in his hand, his eyes lowered, showing no other emotion.

The sleeves of the [historical] robe did not even move.

Two deadly attacks, powerful enough to split mountains and sever rivers, solidified instantly just three feet away from him, as if trapped in infinitely viscous amber. The glint of light on the sword tip, the resolute look in Zhou Yan's eyes, and the ferocity on Jin Tianwang's face were all frozen in a still image.

"Why are you unwilling to continue the discussion?" Shi's voice carried a hint of genuine regret as he looked at Zhou Yan, who was standing close by. "I can give you a better ending."

King Jin burst into laughter: "According to your design?! ​​What utter nonsense!"

"Tigers devour lambs, lambs graze on weeds, all living beings are subject to the rule of the strong. With your scheme, layer upon layer, are we all expected to obediently follow the path you've laid out for us?!"

"The order has already been set, what's the point of cultivation?!"

"The order has already been set, what's the use of painstaking efforts!"

“Diligent cultivation will not make you stronger, but will allow you to plunder at will; indulging in desires will not make you weaker, but will allow you to be devoured by others; the strong will not become strong, and the weak will not become weak, resulting in a lifeless atmosphere, like cattle and sheep being raised in a pen, only waiting for their time to die.”

"Then, the moment your fate is sealed, we will all be dead!"

"Heaven creates all things, but my way is unique!"

"Even destiny is nothing to fear, let alone yours?"

The ancient sword in the Golden King's hand gleamed menacingly.

The arrogant and self-centered man looked at the gentle figure, and the murderous intent in his heart even exceeded that towards Zhou Yan.

He spared no effort to become stronger, all for the sake of indulging in unrestrained plunder and plundering of all things, in order to be free from all constraints. The purpose of [History] is to erase all resistance, for all things are subject to destiny.

but--

Only resistance is the fire of the strong.

"I do not accept the life you gave me."

Zhou Yan held Xu Furen's sword firmly against [Shi].

[Shi] looked at Zhou Yan and asked, "And what about you?"

Zhou Yan's sword was also firmly fixed, but he looked at [History], at this, at the enemy he shouldn't have encountered at this time and stage. Perhaps, the real enemy lurking in the shadows of history is just this troublesome, and will not wait for him to grow up before eliminating him.

Faced with such a hopeless situation, Zhou Yan suddenly said something seemingly unrelated: "The Yellow Emperor has many books. Have you read any books?"

“When I read Buddhist scriptures, I saw ‘all things are impermanent, all phenomena are without self’; when I read Taoist scriptures, I learned ‘Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs.’ Buddhism has cycles of rebirth, Taoism has cycles of rebirth, and they both say that everything will eventually become empty.”

He paused, but a fierce will surged within his imprisoned body: "But there is also this saying—'To do what is impossible!' Even if everything is in vain, the struggle, creation, and protection at this moment still have meaning; this is what 'humanity' is!"

"To create a civilization that transcends mythology with the strength of a weak individual!"

[History] fell silent.

The mist around him swirled slightly, as if he were pondering an answer he had never truly understood.

Then, he sighed softly.

"Thank you both. Now, please die here."

Then time began to accelerate.

Zhou Yan and Jin Tianwang seemed to have undergone hundreds or even thousands of years of erosion in an instant, their spirits, souls, and bodies all beginning to age, while time in the outside world remained unchanged.

It instantly extended their lifespans to the very end of all life.

Erase it directly using this method.

Such methods are beyond imagination. They are not attacks, not supernatural moves or martial arts, and not even supernatural powers. Instead, they are fluctuations in time and anchoring of destiny. Zhou Yan's hair turned completely white in an instant, his body flicked his sleeves, and the hand holding the sword lost its strength.

The Golden Heavenly King even reverted to his ugly mountain spirit form.

Even though he was extremely old and decayed, the Golden Heavenly King still roared angrily.

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew his sword.

They charged toward the enemy.

But it was ultimately blocked by a layer of ripples.

The sword in Jin Tianwang's hand was knocked away, revealing his ugly form as a mountain spirit. But at this moment, his eyes were burning like blazing fire. Suddenly, he slapped his chest with his palm and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood is the blade!
War, war, war!!!
It landed heavily in front of [Shi], and was immediately knocked back.

[History] From beginning to end, it has always been Zhou Yan.

At this moment, she reached out and pressed her hand against Zhou Yan's brow.

Zhou Yan's soul was frozen in place, and he felt as if his soul was being ripped away. The jade book faintly glowed and was drawn toward [Shi]'s finger. Without a doubt, [Shi]'s purpose was to plunder this jade book.

The thumbnail is slightly pointed, as if it could pierce through the space between the eyebrows in an instant.

At this moment, both the mountain god and the true lord whose human fortune had gathered in this blessed land temporarily lost all their effects. The owner of that finger had once forced the heroes of the Three Kingdoms to their limits and had also instantly erased the Golden Heavenly King's killing blow.

[Shi]'s voice was gentle: "Have you given up the struggle?"

Is there anything else you want to say?

Zhou Yan asked, "Have you... always been in Langzhong?"

[Shi] shook his head: "It was you who completed a scene that didn't exist in my anchor history, thus drawing my attention." The aged Taoist seemed to sigh: "So, you came here at that time and then took control of everything?"

[History] replied: "Hmm? Of course."

"So, you probably didn't have all the information about what happened before Langzhong, did you?"

[History] Doubt.

Zhou Yan's eyes were calm.

Before arriving here, Zhou Yan placed a scroll somewhere.

It was filled with certain special words.

Zhou Yan's lips curled up slightly. At this moment, he faced the entire world, even the shadows that permeated the entire history, and the terrifying existence that could erase the Golden Heavenly King's divine power and accelerate the passage of time by some unknown means.

Zhou Yan only said two sentences.

"Fuxi."

"I love Nuwa."

(End of this chapter)