My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

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Li Chen took half a step back and unfolded his sleeves.

Without even glancing at the top officials of the Tang Dynasty, he raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and pointed to the sky above his head.

A gust of air swept across the ground, swirling up a few withered yellow willow leaves.

Changsun Wuji instinctively raised his arm to cover his face. Fang Xuanling was pushed back two steps by the wind, and Cheng Yaojin grabbed him by the back of his collar to prevent him from falling to the ground.

A golden light shone in mid-air.

A beam of light shot out from Li Chen's fingertip, soaring straight into the sky and tearing a gap in the hazy clouds.

The golden light slowly receded, accompanied by a dull metallic scraping sound, and a huge, illusory ancient book materialized and took shape directly above the courtyard.

Before the book was even turned, a pressure that seemed capable of crushing bones slammed down upon it.

Li Tai opened his mouth wide, his chubby cheeks trembled, and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse onto the grass.

"This is the Heavenly Book?" Changsun Wuji swallowed hard, his eyes bloodshot, his hands gripping the jade belt around his waist tightly.

Li Shimin's breathing became extremely heavy, his chest heaving violently. This wasn't the first time he had seen this thing, but every time he saw it, the awe that came from the depths of his soul still made it hard for him to breathe.

Only Li Chen remained unaffected. He looked up at the book "The History of Time" and lightly traced two lines in the air with his fingers.

Nobody knows what he's doing. Actually, Li Chen is altering the wording in the book.

Explaining it is too complicated; talking about modern history with these people from over a thousand years ago is like casting pearls before swine.

What he wanted was empathy, for these rulers of the Tang Dynasty to experience that deep-seated hatred.

Li Chen tapped his fingertips repeatedly, and the spiritual power of the Golden Core stage transformed into fine threads that drilled into the ancient book.

He removed "Republic of China" and replaced it with some vague dynasty after the Tang Dynasty, removed "Nanjing" and replaced it with "Jiangnan Circuit", and directly replaced "Lushun" with "Dengzhou".

As for the emperor's name, he simply removed it and changed it all to "King of Wa," adding a line of large, glaring scarlet characters at the top.

"The crimes committed by the Japanese army on this land."

After making these changes, Li Chen withdrew his hand and patted off non-existent dust from his palm.

"Didn't you want to know why I went so far as to kill you?" Li Chen pulled over the rocking chair covered with a white tiger skin, plopped down, and comfortably crossed his right leg over his left.

"See for yourselves."

The golden ancient book in mid-air emitted a roar, and its heavy cover slowly opened.

The dazzling golden light instantly turned into a blinding blood red, and the entire backyard of the Qin Prince's Mansion looked as if a basin of thick dog blood had been poured in, with an unyielding smell of rust filling the air.

As the first page was turned, large, blood-red characters appeared in mid-air.

Li Shimin tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on the words. Empress Zhangsun, holding Princess Changle's hand, subconsciously took a half-step back against her husband's broad back.

Li Chen didn't look up. He took an orange from the fruit plate, dug his fingernails into the peel, and peeled it bit by bit.

The juice splashed onto my fingernails, releasing a sweet and sour aroma.

As he peeled, he continued to refine his plan for the indiscriminate killing of the ghouls in his mind.

There's no need for the mighty Tang Dynasty navy to get to that island; ordinary people's dilapidated wooden boats are too slow and can't withstand the wind and waves at sea.

He is now at the Golden Core stage. Although the spiritual energy in this world is scarce and replenishment is slow, he can quickly cross the sea by flying on his sword, thanks to the foundation in his dantian.

Upon arrival, they immediately unleashed their flying swords and plowed across the land from south to north.

When you encounter a city, just throw a few high-level Fiery Talismans; when you encounter an army, just use the Lightning Summoning Technique. Killing those mortals with broken copper and scrap iron doesn't require much true energy at all.

He closed his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the rocking chair, pondering whether he should forge a set of array flags capable of inflicting widespread damage in advance.

The others in the courtyard were completely dumbfounded.

The blood-red characters in mid-air were silent, only offering a cold, detached statement.

Row upon row, like steel needles piercing into everyone's retina.

"In a certain month of a certain year, the Japanese army captured Dengzhou, closed the city gates, and massacred the inhabitants. They did not stop their killings for four days, and tens of thousands of people died, including women and children."

Cheng Yaojin's cheeks suddenly puffed up.

He took a step forward, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked open with a "crack".

This was just the beginning; the pages were flipping through the pages, and the second page came crashing down.

"The Japanese army broke through the Jiangnan region, looted extensively, killed everyone they met, burned every house they saw, and poisoned every well they encountered, implementing the 'Three Alls' policy."

Fang Xuanling was initially quite calm, but upon seeing the words "poisoning the well," the color drained from his face instantly.

His lips trembled, and his hands gripped Changsun Wuji's wrist tightly.

Changsun Wuji ignored the pain in his wrist. He tilted his head back, and his fox-like eyes, which usually gleamed with shrewdness, were now filled with undisguised shock.

The words on the pages grew denser and denser, their color so red they seemed to drip blood. Each and every incident, devoid of any superfluous embellishment, was simply a cold, hard count of human lives.

Qin Wan'er stood by the alchemy furnace, the palm-leaf fan in her hand had long since fallen into the fire and burned to ashes. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her shoulders trembling violently.

Li Chen spat out two orange seeds and bent down to pick up a dry twig from the ground.

He drew some plans on the muddy ground at his feet, deciding where to start the attack.

"This...this is impossible!" Li Chengqian suddenly roared, breaking the deathly silence in the courtyard.

The fat prince, his eyes bloodshot, pointed at the words in mid-air and shouted in a broken voice, "Just a few foreign barbarians? Just a few bow-legged dwarfs? What makes them think they can break through the city walls of my Great Tang!"

No one answered him; the history book in mid-air coldly continued to turn its pages.

The sins not only did not subside, but became increasingly horrifying.

The words gradually turned into a blurry image.