From the Valkyrie to the Endless

From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Author: White Mist in the Mountains

Summary:

The ancient gods fell, the great sage was buried in the starry sky, the path of cultivation withered, the descendants of gods ran rampant in the world, and one man guarded the country.

After being reborn after death, Shen Qing traveled to this place. There was no divine blood in his body, but there was a mysterious sundial.

Shen Qing used the sundial to reverse time, stepped into ancient history, and wrote his own unique myth.

Thousands of years ago, at the end of the dynasty, she rose from obscurity, rode her horse and wielded her sword on the battlefield, slaughtered the temple with blood, and finally beheaded the emperor. The head was hung above the imperial palace, and she was revered as the martial god of the time.

Ten thousand years ago, hundreds of religions were declining, and the remaining gods and goddesses fought against each other for a meager destiny. The war was raging and all living beings suffered. She carried a knife and traveled millions of miles to punish the unjust, destroy mountains and temples, and kill all the obscene ghosts and gods. People revered her as a warrior fairy.

Millions of years ago, the last descendant with the true blood of gods looked down upon the starry sky and the universe, made arbitrary decisions, and controlled the life and death of all spirits. She stepped on the remains of gods, buried the only remaining bones and blood of the ancient gods, and played the music of the twilight of the gods.

Walking through the years, pursuing the ancient world of cultivation, unknowingly, when Shen Qing looked back again, she had already passed through the entire ancient history and arrived at the origin of the long river of time and space.

All previous lives have turned to ashes, and eternity has become nothing in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 1 Welcome to Collection

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Chapter 2 Sundial

Summer, 2745 years of the New Calendar.

Yunhai City.

In the dim bathroom, with the doors and windows tightly closed, a faint smell of blood filled the room along with the hot mist.

The biting coldness between his legs gradually brought Shen Qing back to his senses, and the trivial memories gradually gathered together, like a cracked mirror that was gluing itself back together.

Shen Qing struggled to open his eyes, the blood-stained bathtub reflected in his pupils. An indescribable chill permeated his entire body, with only the half of his arm immersed in the bathtub still retaining a trace of warmth.

Without thinking too much, Shen Qing staggered to his feet, enduring the huge feeling of emptiness coming from his body, pushed the door open and walked out of the bathroom.

After simply bandaging the wound on his wrist with gauze, Shen Qing took a basin of warm water and washed his face. His tense nerves gradually relaxed with the warm water, and a stream of unfamiliar memories kept emerging in his mind.

Shen Qing, an orphan, worked and studied with the support of a relief foundation, and was eventually admitted to Yunhai University with excellent grades.

It has been more than two years since I graduated from Yunhai University. The day before yesterday, I was deceived in an online romance. The huge financial loss and the severe mental trauma I suffered made me unable to get over it and I went to extremes.

A simple life and a resume that couldn’t be cleaner.

Shen Qing walked slowly to the dressing mirror. The girl reflected in the mirror had wet and messy hair, sunken eye sockets, a little red and swollen, and a pale face. Her delicate facial features diluted a bit of embarrassment. The slightly loose sportswear still couldn't cover up her tall and exquisite figure.

Unfortunately……

Shen Qing felt a tingling sensation on the wound on his wrist. He suppressed the sigh in his heart, lay down weakly on the sofa, and continued to sort out the memories in his mind.

As his memory gradually became complete, Shen Qing gradually realized that something was wrong.

The star under her feet now is different from the one in her previous life, and it contains supernatural power.

In ancient times, there had been an incomparably glorious era of cultivation here, and countless saints emerged who could overturn the starry sky and the universe with a single thought.

As time went by, the gods fell, the great sage was buried in the starry sky, the path of cultivation became increasingly sluggish, and even a gap appeared.

However, there are still some exceptions. Some creatures were buried by the ancient gods and left their bloodlines in the human world.

In this world, when people reach the age of eighteen, they will undergo a blood test. Those who inherit the blood of ancient gods will experience a reversion to their ancestral state under the stimulation of special potions, thereby gaining the method of cultivation and inhuman and terrifying combat power.

These people are called 'descendants of the gods'.

Even the weakest descendant of a god, once they revert to their ancestral form and practice for a period of time, can possess the power to move mountains and flatten a small country on their own.

The number of descendants of gods is extremely rare. In each country, they are equivalent to national treasures. Once discovered, they will be immediately recruited by the officials and rarely exposed to the public.

Shen Qing's predecessor had long passed the age for blood testing. When she turned eighteen, no fluctuations of divine blood were detected in her blood. She was destined to be an ordinary person in this life.

Shen Qing didn't care too much about this.

In his previous life, he developed symptoms of muscular atrophy at the age of twelve and was bedridden for more than ten years.

Apart from occasionally reading a book and staring at the white ceiling in a daze, Shen Qing could not see any scenery. All the worldviews in his mind were built from books, like castles in the air.

The high and ongoing medical expenses dragged down his entire family. He was tormented by heavy feelings of guilt every day of his life. After suffering from severe depression, he became strongly dependent on sleeping pills.

In the end, he also chose to commit suicide. For this purpose, he even hid it from his doctor and secretly saved up a month's supply of sleeping pills. At one point, he suffered a mental breakdown due to long-term insomnia.

In today's world, except for the descendants of gods, most people have already lost the qualifications to practice cultivation, so there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person.

In Shen Qing's opinion, it was a miracle that she could move freely under the sky in her prime years, not to mention that she had lived a second life and the life she was living now was like a gift for nothing.

After sorting out his thoughts, Shen Qing sat up. There was an envelope on the coffee table not far in front of him.

Inside was her suicide note, which basically consisted of an apology to the landlord, and a signed body donation form. Apart from these, there was only a cash check for 2546.15, which was her only remaining savings.

Shen Qing took out the check, then stood up and carefully put the envelope into the drawer. This was at least a proof that she had lived.

Just as he sorted out his memories, he felt a warm feeling on his wrist. Shen Qing frowned slightly, untied the gauze, and then was stunned.

"Healed..."

Looking at the smooth and flawless wrist, Shen Qing felt a little unbelievable. Normally, such a deep wound would take at least a month to heal, and might even leave a scar.

But now, less than half an hour had passed, and there was no trace of any wounds. Even the feeling of emptiness caused by the previous massive blood loss was gradually disappearing.

Just as she was stunned, a curtain of light suddenly jumped into her eyes.

In the center of the light curtain is a round stone slab, golden all over, like a blazing sun, with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches divided on it.

In her previous life, when she was lying on a hospital bed with nothing to do, reading was Shen Qing's only pastime, and she particularly liked ancient history.

The appearance of the stone slab in front of her was exactly the same as the ancient timekeeping instrument "sundial" in her memory.

The only difference is that there is an extra clock-like pointer on the stone slab inside the light curtain.

Suddenly, the sound of dripping water was heard, and under Shen Qing's gaze, the pointer on the sundial began to rotate counterclockwise.

The speed increased from slow to fast, and even afterimages appeared. The sound of flowing water in my ears gradually turned into thunder and raging waves in the ocean, deafening.

As Shen Qing was watching intently, a vortex suddenly emerged from the center of the stone slab, grabbing her sight and instantly taking away her five senses.

In a trance, Shen Qing saw a long and wide river in front of his eyes, with endless tributaries and broken light and shadows all around.

Guided by an invisible secret force, she went upstream along the river. Suddenly, a wave splashed up and swept her into the river.

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The Great Xia Dynasty, the 27th year of Longyuan calendar.

The current Grand Marshal Shen Lie had his property confiscated for plotting a rebellion, but the Emperor, mindful of his contributions to Daxia, did not punish his entire clan, and only sentenced a few of the main culprits to immediate execution.

The accomplices were exiled thousands of miles away, and all their female relatives were sent to the Jiaofangsi and reduced to slavery.

The Grand Marshal holds the highest position among the ministers and controls all the military forces in the world. If such a person were to rebel, there would be chaos in the world and it would be normal for his entire clan to be implicated.

Compared with the crime of treason, this level of punishment, in the eyes of ordinary people, is already a grace from the current emperor, showing his benevolence and generosity.

When Shen Qing regained consciousness, his mouth and nose were filled with a nauseating, fishy smell of decay.

She sat up, shook her dizzy head, and looked at the dim cell around her, her face a little numb.

Strange memories once again flooded into his mind and took a long time to subside. Although the numerous and complex memories that followed could easily give people the illusion of schizophrenia, Shen Qing, who had experienced countless mental breakdowns, did not have difficulty coping with it.

After sorting out his memories with ease, Shen Qing was a little dazed for a moment.

Compared to an ordinary orphan, the beginning of her second time traveling was undoubtedly a hell of difficulty.

Now, she is Shen Lie's second daughter, only 28 years old, and is currently in prison, waiting for the Music Bureau to come and take her away.

Yesterday, Shen Lie's old subordinates used their connections to get in touch with the prison guards and sent in a herb of heartbreak grass, no doubt hoping that Shen Qing could maintain his father's dignity and commit suicide in prison.

The predecessor was overjoyed, and in the dead of night, after cursing the dog emperor in a low voice, he chose to commit suicide by taking poison.

Another suicide...

Rubbing the bruises on her hands caused by the shackles and looking at the half-stubbled heartbreak grass left in front of her, Shen Qing had a headache and fell into deep thought. She didn't feel anything unusual in her body at the moment, and it was obvious that she was still far from death.

It is impossible for her to commit suicide. Every day she is alive now is like a gift from heaven. It is too precious. Besides, there are so many beautiful scenes she wants to see with her own eyes. She doesn't want to die so early.

But under such circumstances, it was simply nonsense for Shen Qing to get out of this situation. When the people from the Jiaofang Bureau came, she would inevitably fall into the situation of entertaining people with her sex...

Thinking of this, the frown on Shen Qing's brow deepened. From what he remembered, not all the prostitutes in Da Xia's Jiaofang Bureau were imprisoned official prostitutes. Instead, a considerable number of them sold their art but not their bodies.

In fact, many of these geishas came from ordinary people or even wealthy merchants' families.

The people who came into contact with the Jiaofangsi were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. If they could marry into a wealthy family through this opportunity, even as a concubine, it would be an opportunity for those women and even their families to change their own social class.

Therefore, there were actually quite a few people who wanted to get into the Jiaofangsi.

However, Shen Qing is now a criminal and has entered the Music Bureau. Her life will never be easy. Shen Lie's former political enemies in the court will never let her go easily.

Just when Shen Qing was in a dilemma, the familiar light curtain appeared again.

The pointer on the sundial was still turning slowly, but this time, it was in a clockwise direction.

And what’s different from before is that there are two more lines of text on the side of the stone slab.

[Current time and space coordinates: Daxia Dynasty, the 27th year of Longyuan calendar, autumn.]

[Expected duration of stay: 11 years, 3 months and 5 days. ]

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3 Jiaofang Division

Looking at the estimated stay time on the light curtain, Shen Qing's eyes lit up slightly.

In this situation, it was obviously the sundial that brought her here, and when the expected stay was over, she might be able to go back.