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"That's a real shame. You won't get to drink the divine brew I stole from Dad's cellar."

The next second, the pottery jar in Yanwu's hand disappeared, and a handsome man with an ethereal aura appeared two meters away from him. However, the handsome man was holding the pottery jar and had an impatient expression on his face, which completely ruined the ethereal aura.

"Well done, Xiao Wu! You know I like the real deal, so I won't hold back!"

tons tons tons

"Hey! Leave some for me!"

A mortal and a "god" simply playfully bickered together, as if it were perfectly natural.

After drinking, the boy lay on the stone slab, hiccuping, and said with a face full of alcohol, "You...you taught me the day before yesterday...I...learned it all! Now, can you...teach me something else?"

A man named Sui stepped forward and gave Yanwu a sharp rap on the head, making him sit up straight instantly from the pain.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew. I've already taught you quite a bit. What you need to do next is specialize in one thing."

"But you know everything."

"Nonsense. How long can I live? How long can you live? At my age, even a fool could learn some real skills by now. But you don't have that much time. If you want to become successful as soon as possible, you have to choose your path and stick to it."

"Behemoths are so great! They're strong, live long, and don't get Oripathy. I wish I were a behemoth."

"Fool, people only envy what they can't have. Don't just focus on what I have, but also see clearly what only you have."

"What do I have that you don't?"

"I really don't have that kind of optimistic folly."

"Hello! "

"Others would be terrified at the sight of a giant beast, even if it's just a phantom. But you, you actually dared to climb on me and greet me. Aren't you afraid that I might accidentally kill you with a sneeze? Your stupidity is truly unique in the world."

"Heh heh, I'll take that as a compliment to my courage, hehe."

"Idiot." (Disdainfully)

The friendship between the boy and the giant beast was more of a coincidence. Perhaps the giant beast was just bored at the time and happened to have someone who wasn't afraid of him to chat with, so he casually made a friend.

Who knows? At least during that time, the boy named Yanwu and the giant beast named Sui became inseparable friends, until that day...

The city where the boy lived was destroyed, not by the dry season, but by a giant beast that happened to be passing by.

Yes, it was just passing by. The giant beast didn't even notice that there was a city beneath its feet. It simply stepped over it, and then the city was completely swallowed up by the dust of history.

Destroying you is none of your business.

Ignoring it is the greatest contempt.

"Do giant beasts view humans like this? Like ants?"

“But you are not ants. You have thoughts, civilization, and language. You are no different from me.”

"Including that power to destroy everything? That's not something we can possess."

"Then try to possess it! The strong only respect the strong. If you possess power equivalent to a behemoth, then you are the behemoth!"

"A mortal..."

"Then gather enough mortals! Use the power of the collective to forge your own behemoth!"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Just think of me as someone who's too bored and wants to see something new."

"Thank you. I will show you!"

With the help of the year, Yanwu quickly became the most famous person in the land, with wealth and honor within his grasp, but that was not what he wanted.

"We mortals have been hiding at the feet of behemoths for far too long. Scattered, we are weak, but when we come together, we too can possess the power of a behemoth!"

Emperor Yanwu of the Great Yan Dynasty—this is what later generations called him. It was in this year that he launched the Great Yan's war of unification.

A nation, a faith, an emperor—he accomplished all of this in thirty years.

The scattered vassal states of the "Hundred Clans" were forged into a unified central empire, and for the first time, this land was endowed with the national will of the Great Yan.

At this time, Yanwu was surrounded by many people. Some left midway, and some joined midway. He also found love on the battlefield. A remarkable woman named "E" entered his world. To him, E was like the moon in the sky, but this moon focused all its light on him. During the days of going to war, E was a diligent housekeeper, taking care of everything at home, so that he could devote himself to battle after battle without any burden.

Sui followed him all along. Few people knew that Sui was a giant beast, but everyone knew that it was impossible to kill this emperor through assassination, because there was an insurmountable mountain by his side, and all underhanded methods would be crushed by that mountain.

Cheers! Tonight, we'll drink until we drop!

The crowd shouted, "We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Yanwu had many comrades, brothers, and close friends, but at the end of each gathering, he would always have a private chat with Sui.

"You've severed your own power, are you really okay?"

"The fact that I can still sit here and chat with you means there's absolutely no problem. If you want to hunt giant beasts, you need weapons that can hunt them, and I happen to be able to make such weapons."

"Declaring war on the gods feels like a dream, but I've actually come this far."

"It's too late to regret now."

"Regret? Hahaha, the word 'regret' doesn't exist in the True Dragon's dictionary!"

"Yes, your dictionary is blank; it's a wordless book."

"Only you dare to speak to me like that? Bah, what is that nonsense?"

Disgusted by the foul smell, Yanwu looked at his drink and discovered that it wasn't wine at all, but ink.

"Hahaha, you've been fooled! This is my treasured ink wine. Do you like it?"

"I (using a vulgar Chinese expression), stop right there!"

"Hahaha, the Emperor of Great Yan likes to drink ink!"

"Today I'll let you taste this ink wine too!"

Amidst laughter and swearing, the emperor rarely has true friends, but Sui is an absolute exception. He is also the only ruthless person who dares to tease Yanwu to the point of cursing in all informal settings.

After that day, the War of the Gods officially began.

When the first colossal beast fell, the true Great Flame was born.

"Slaying gods, the Great Yan is mighty!"

A deafening cheer resounded throughout the heavens and the earth. For the first time, mortals could use their own power to say no to the "gods" who walked on this land, because they could kill gods.

The behemoths retaliated, and the fierce battle turned the sky and the earth blood red.

The true dragon has lost its best warrior, its best loyal subject, its best general, and its best... lover.

This is god-slaying, of course there must be a price to pay, especially since the Great Yan actually won.

At this time, in the eyes of the other nations of Terra, Da Yan was simply insane. But this madman proved himself with one undeniable victory after another. Standing on the corpse of the giant beast, no one could question the greatness of Da Yan.

The final battle took place in the northwest, at the Brown Sniper, where the last giant beast in the Great Yan territory perished.

"We won!"

After so many battles, the once-young man's face now shows only weariness and vicissitudes, but the sweetness of victory can nourish these marks of time, making them more valuable and more worthy of remembrance.

"No, you have one last enemy left."

He turned around, half of his face contorted unnaturally.

At this moment, Yanwu faced his dearest friend who had been with him all this time, his face filled with only sorrow.

"No, there are no enemies here! There are no enemies here! There must be other ways, there must be other ways!"

"What are you so nervous about? I didn't even react. Look at your face now, you look like a bear."

Sui was very carefree. He had long known that this would be the outcome. The curses of those giant beasts had corrupted his clone. Every battle was a form of contamination. At first, he was able to purify them, but gradually, the total amount exceeded his limit. However, he still had things to do.

Seeing Yanwu on the verge of collapse, Sui smiled.

“In my long memory, there are very few things worth recalling. Interacting with other behemoths was boring. We would either start fighting at the drop of a hat or our communication would be completely nonsensical. Besides, there weren’t many behemoths to begin with, so our so-called concept of being of the same kind was far less than the concept of kinship that humans recognize among each other.” Sui patted Yan Wude on the shoulder and shook his head gently. “The days I fought alongside you were very interesting. You filled my black and white memories with the color called civilization. For the first time, I felt that I truly existed in this world and that every minute and every second I spent was meaningful.”

"But...you're so young, don't you ever think about yourself!"

"Don't be silly. You need the power to slay the giant beast, and I think it's worth helping you. We both made our choices with our own will, and I don't regret it. But after this, I'm afraid I won't be myself anymore. So, Yanwu, you must listen to what I'm about to say, remember it carefully, and then make good arrangements, okay?"

The dragon nodded stiffly but resolutely.

"I will divide my purest power into twelve new agents. They each possess their own authority, but to this world, they are all blank slates. They are powerful, but also dangerous. You must manage them, enabling them to uphold justice for heaven and earth, to secure a future for the people, to continue the lost teachings of the sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."

"After I split myself, the part that remained was no longer me, but a monster corrupted and cursed by the power of other giant beasts. However, my corpse still has some value. You can use it to stabilize the state of the primordial source stone, so that the Great Yan will have a complete, high-quality ore vein that can continuously produce source stones."

"Of course, doing this won't come without a price. From now on, you and your descendants will probably have to sit on a powder keg called the Year Beast to protect this country. I hope you can hold on for a while and not lose to that monster called the Year Beast."

"Finally, in the official records, you must write that the behemoth was conquered by you, forced to split its power, and fought for the Great Yan under the authority of the True Dragon. You must prove to everyone through the submission of this most ancient behemoth that behemoths are not invincible, that the victory of mortals was not aided by any gods, and that the bravest people created the Great Yan. The future Great Yan will pass on this faith and power from generation to generation. And you must promise me that the nation that stands on my corpse will be the most prosperous, most inclusive, and most powerful nation on this land. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I guarantee it!"

"Since that's the case, what's there to hesitate about? Emperor Yanwu of Great Yan, fulfill your mission! May Heaven bless Great Yan!"

"May Heaven bless...the Great Yan!"

The last behemoth fell, and its corpse became a symbol of the Great Yan's victory. History became stories, stories became legends, and legends became myths. Passed down from generation to generation, it had long lost its original form.

With his last moments of lucidity and strength, he imbued the land where he had fought with the sacredness of the founding of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Thus, the War of the Gods ended, and the Great Yan stood tall in the east of Terra!

Time flies, and the once mighty Emperor Yanwu has become an old man. He was the most diligent emperor in the history of Yan Kingdom, so diligent that the prime minister of the court knelt down and begged the emperor to think of the people and take a good rest, even for just one day.

Yanwu listened, but did not act on it; he approved every single memorial submitted that day.

Diligence, thrift, wisdom, and composure—these are the historical memories Emperor Yanwu left to the Great Yan Dynasty, and also the image he projected to his children. No matter how busy he was with state affairs, he would still make time to educate his successors, because he knew that only by completing at least two transfers of power could the Great Yan Dynasty be considered a true national regime.

But time is both fair and cruel. Emperor Yanwu, who contracted Oripathy during his early years of conquest, gradually felt his strength waning, and even the best medicine could not prolong his life.

He could always see some familiar figures, but upon closer inspection, they were all strangers.

On the 113th birthday of Emperor Yanwu, he held a rare birthday banquet, which made the entire Great Yan Dynasty very happy, because His Majesty could finally get some rest.

The day before the birthday banquet began, Emperor Yanwu passed the throne to his crown prince.

"Father, I'm going to enjoy my retirement now. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Your subject obeys and will certainly not fail the trust placed in you by the people of Great Yan."

On the day of the birthday banquet, the entire Great Yan was like celebrating the New Year, with fireworks, crowds, and a lively atmosphere. The palace hadn't been this lively in a long time.

After the banquet, Yanwu returned to his study.

He didn't usually come to this study, but today he especially wanted to come because the walls here were decorated with pictures of his best warriors, his best generals, his best lovers, and his best... close friends.

“I often dream about you, as if I’ve returned to the past.”

Yanwu looked up and saw on the ceiling of the study the most familiar image from his best friend's memory. Those figures seemed to have come to life, calling his name, calling him Your Majesty, calling him... Xiaowu.

"Hehehe." Yan Wu laughed, a hearty laugh. He stood up, picked up his wine glass, grabbed the liquid beside him, and poured it in, saying as he poured, "I knew it! I knew it! With so many brothers, how could I be a happy person? Right!"

The figure from his memory raised a glass to Yanwu, who smiled and drank with them.

"Years have passed, and the taste of this ink wine hasn't changed at all. You should try some... have some..."

The next day, news of Emperor Yanwu's death spread throughout the entire Great Yan, and the whole country mourned. However, only a very few people knew that before his death, the founding emperor of Great Yan drank a cup of ink, and there was not a drop of wine in the cup.

Xiao Wu kept his promise. When he was alive, the Great Yan was still a concept of numerous warlords, but after he left, the Great Yan of the East stood tall among the world's great powers.

At that moment, Wan Qi suddenly opened his eyes.

Section 73: A Glimpse into History, The Last Battle

(Second update! 10,000 words achieved! Where are your monthly votes and comments, comrades? (**3*))

If one person shares another person's memories, can that person also become that other person?

Obviously, this is impossible. Slight differences in personality, habits, and thoughts can turn two people with the same memories into two completely different people. The memories of the earth allowed Wan Qi to experience Yan Wu's life, but that does not mean he can become Emperor Yan Wu.

Wan Qi has his own personality, consciousness, and thoughts, so the two of them have different perspectives on the same things.

So, was this a failure?

"What a terrifying life."

Emperor Yanwu, or more accurately, a historical figure formed from fragments of Emperor Yanwu's memories, reappeared before Wan Qi, his face full of admiration.

He could see the power surrounding Wan Qi, a recognition from the historical memory of this land.

"Thank you, senior." Wan Qi clasped his hands in thanks to Emperor Yanwu.