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Chapter 820: 1. The Myth in the Long River of History



Chapter 820: 1. The Myth in the Long River of History

Nine thousand years,

The world had changed, things had remained the same, people had changed, and dynasties had changed.

Due to the ” steam engine revolution “, the human world had completely changed. Only steam trains could be seen on the railway tracks, and the sailing ships on the ocean had been replaced by steam steamships.

All kinds of exquisite machinery and weapons were invented one after another. As time passed, they developed to a prosperous level. It was an unprecedented civilization.

A civilization where martial arts and machinery coexisted.

Martial artists naturally existed, but the Transcendence Realm was the limit for everyone. No matter how talented a person was, they could not take another step forward.

There were once peerless geniuses who faintly sensed that there should be a new world after the Transcendence Realm, but no matter how hard they tried, they could no longer step into it.

The geniuses died in depression.

Many of these geniuses had interacted with Xia Ji before.

Some were teachers, some were friends…

However, they only knew Xia Ji’s alias.

If they were lucky, many of them would see Xia Ji appear again to send them off before they died.

At that time, they would see that Xia Ji had never aged. At first, they would be stunned, then amazed, and finally, they would smile.

The human world had its own free and easy ways. So what if he couldn’t seek immortality?

In the history books, almost half of the saints and the people who pushed forward history were Xia Ji, and the rest were more or less related to him…

He was a legend, a myth, an existence that walked in the shadows of the river of time and pushed the civilization of the entire human world forward.

And in these times,

The small worlds of the five great clans had been depleted of spiritual energy for a long time and turned into ruins, no longer accessible.

The disciples of the aristocratic families were no longer as silkpants as before. They had entered the human world.

After another thousand years, the aristocratic families had only become legends, existing in the minds of a small number of descendants of aristocratic families. Then … It was forgotten.

The gods were also forgotten.

All these…

Xia Ji had experienced countless things in the mortal world.

Normally speaking, these experiences would only make people go from excitement to numbness and boredom. They would feel that they had seen through everything, and then they would develop a sense of superiority that was aloof, secretly happy, but covered up by ridicule. They would even be unaware of it, and if they were exposed, they would become angry out of embarrassment.

Slowly, the sense of superiority disappeared, leaving only indifferent feelings.

Looking down at the world of mortals again, there were no emotions, no birth, aging, sickness, and death, no good or evil.

If mortals hated that good and evil were not repaid, hated that the sky was too high, hated that the Yellow Springs was too far away…

However, he didn’t listen to her…

Mortals are nothing but ants, why bother looking?

Why ask again?

” Is this the Heavenly Dao?! ”

Xia Ji shook his head.

This was the Heavenly Dao, but not him.

9,000 years had passed, and now it had come to an end.

Xia Ji stepped onto the highest mountain peak in the world and watched as the two snowflakes transformed into long dragons that descended from the sky and swept past him.

Eighteen thousand years ago, when he came, he was a young man sitting in the Sutra Depository in the cold hall of the palace.

Nine thousand years later, he was still this young man.

After another nine thousand years, had the youth changed?

No, he didn’t.

Returning from a long journey, this heart had never changed.

He was still him.

The stars, mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, everything had changed.

Only other things remained unchanged.

Hu

Hu

Wild winds howled and snow danced wildly. The world was vast, and behind the thick clouds, the starry sky was also vast.

Xia Ji closed his eyes.

Everything changed.

Hu

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer at the peak of the mountain. Instead, he was in the sky, in the starry sky.

In this deep, cold, dark world that no one could see or know…

The chaos had already stopped spreading, but it had only turned into a world wrapped in a chaotic ball.

The Samsara Stage stopped operating.

The powers of the Blacktide, the sun, and the Heavenly Dao reached a balance.

The endless stars were like chess pieces.

The universe was a pitch-black chessboard.

Two mysterious black shadows sat on both sides of the chessboard, separated by the edge of the universe and the boundary of the box.

A leisurely voice sounded in a form that could not be understood by humans.

“If Fellow Daoist agrees with me, there will still be a trace of life in this universe.

If they were stubborn and entered the next round, there would be no turning back after they lost.

This universe can only perish.”

“Let’s begin.”

Xia Ji Dao had started the second round with these three simple words.

This was a karmic battle between him and the Heavenly Dao, but it was not yet a battle of Dao.

The Cultivation tournament was a complicated battle of laws, but this battle was a battle of karma.

Only by cutting off all the causes of one side would one fail because there was no past.

The Heavenly Dao was now one with him to a certain extent.

The cause of the two is also one.

The universe began to change.

In a natural and unnecessary change, it was drowned by a mysterious and endless power.

That power was as magnificent and majestic as when the world was created.

Soon…

The universe had entered an unimaginable and incomprehensible state.

The karma that had happened in Great Shang had not been completely erased, but it had begun to reverse in an extremely strange way…

Everything in the past had completely disappeared and been erased.

This time, the universe would return to the last karma point.

That was…

Amitabha’s Ancient Netherworld Era was nearly ten million years away from Great Shang.

The first Void Tribulant had just begun.

That was…

The most prosperous time in the universe was when a hundred schools of thought were contending and there were countless experts.

The mysterious power and the extremely special power in the universe box collided and crushed, drowning and reversing.

Finally, they reached the end.

Boom!

Xia Ji felt his mind rumble.

Then, he regained the feeling of being able to move.

However, he did not open his eyes immediately.

Instead, countless images flashed through his mind.

These scenes were like what he had experienced himself. As they flashed through his mind, they transmitted the feelings of these scenes into his heart and memories.

It was the process of a boy growing up.

It seemed that this boy was originally a prince.

However, in this era, there were many countries, so it was not rare for a prince like the boy to appear.

Especially after that country was destroyed very quickly, it was even more not surprising.

In fact, the enemy countries did not even pursue them.

The boy was brought by his sister in advance and fled to a faraway place. He settled down again and lived an ordinary life.

His sister had learned swordsmanship before and was a first-class genius in swordsmanship. She only took on some small missions to earn money and live.

So …

It was a dream of sixteen years.

Sixteen years later…

Xia Ji opened his eyes.

He saw a small courtyard shrouded by the setting sun. It was exactly the same courtyard he saw in the memories sealed by Amitabha.

The setting sun was gentle. The warm and slightly old light cast the shadow of the eaves and the old tree in front of the courtyard to the east.

The wind blew, and a few leaves fell in front of Xia Ji.

Xia Ji raised his head and said softly, ”

Was this the Ancient Netherworld Era from nearly ten million years ago?


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