Chapter 66: Nameless in the World
entively to everything. Sitting there, she naturally exuded a compelling air of nobility: "This palace came here for two reasons. Firstly, I had some matters to attend to on Jueming Island. Secondly,...On the 14th day of the fifth lunar month in the year 392 AD, Jiang Wang fled back to Wuan City and brought news that the Shenxiao World had opened.
War is now unavoidable.
Yu Zheng lifted the divine thunderbolts, with his humble straw hut as his dojo. Yuan Xi achieved countless things, but in the end, he opened the seals for the demon race, creating endless possibilities.
This war is not merely a conflict between humans and demons.
Since ancient times to the present, the human race has dominated the world for several great eras. The myriad worlds have also bowed down for several great eras. Order seems eternal, but who would ever be content with it
In the past, the demon clan's heavenly court spanned across all realms. The human race rose up in rebellion, joined by countless other races, and ultimately shattered the heavenly court, bringing about a new order of heaven and earth.
Now that the roles have reversed, humanity has become the one being challenged.
This war is by no means easy.
It is entirely foreseeable - this will be the craziest counter-offensive humankind has ever faced in several major eras.
Bu Lian's last seal only gave the human race thirty-three years to prepare, avoiding a hasty confrontation and ensuring balance across all fronts.
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But in these thirty-three years, all the heavens and realms have also been preparing for war. The fact that Gao Jie had to seal himself off in the Boundary Realm for thirty-three years before dying was no coincidence; it was a response to the impending arrival of Shenxiao. After thirty-three years, the Sea Race would inevitably swarm out.
Faced with such a situation, how could the human race not prepare for battle
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In fact, since Jiang Wang's return from Shenxiao, the atmosphere of the entire mortal world has been different.
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Over the past year or so, humanity has been making big moves. From the Wasteland to the Phantom Realm, from the Abyss to the Calamity. From the Taixu Alliance to the Lotus Holy Realm.
The Human race high command has reached a consensus: before the war begins, all potential threats must be eliminated. They will confront the challenges of all realms and dimensions with the full might of the Human race, winning the Divine Firmament War.
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And the strength of humanity is also evident in this—under the premise of multi-sided warfare and purging all directions, the entire world remains tranquil and peaceful, with music and dance flourishing. People's normal lives have not been affected at all.
Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, continue cultivating what you should cultivate, and even held a grand banquet for the gathering of celestial prodigies in the Dragon Palace—though it was overshadowed by the War of Heavenly Slaying.
Today, standing before the Lotus Sacred Realm, as Dean Chen Pu mentioned preparations for confronting Shenxiao, Jiang Wangfang faintly saw the force guiding the tide of the human race — the situation was tense but not chaotic, each move calculated with composure, everything under control.
Born as a human, he truly felt the strength of the human race. Today's world is an unprecedented prosperous age throughout history.
"Jìlǐ," Chén Pǔ said, "Go back and pack your things. We're moving."
"Huh" Ji Li still hadn't come to her senses. "Move to where"
Chen Pu flipped his palm, pressing gently. The sea of learning rippled, words surging forth. A tapestry of exquisite prose unfurled beneath the gate of the mortal world.
Yu Dai Hai, which had briefly become the center of misfortune, once again became Yu Dai. Only now, instead of being surrounded by Blood River, it was encircled by Scholar Sea.
Of course, it has become much thinner than before. Although the water of a thousand acres is clear, it is stretched to be extremely narrow. Even if only a part of the ocean of learning is shown, it is far wider than the river of blood. The same belt on different waists makes a huge difference. But as time flows, I believe that this Jade Belt Sea will soon become more abundant than before.
From now on, the sea of learning replaces the river of blood.
Mùgǔ Book Academy will also relocate from the foot of Shushan to here, with morning bells and evening drums, awakening the world.
Moreover, there is the Lotus Holy Realm, continuously purifying and eliminating calamities.
Looking out at the vast sea of learning, with its waves of knowledge and culture, I see the giant lotus world floating in the center of this sea. Above it hangs the gate to the red dust...
Jìlǐ yī shí máng rán: "Zánmen shūyuàn yǐhòu jiù kāi zài huò shuǐ le Yào zài zhème fēng'è de dìfāng dú shū ma"
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The snowcat meowed.
This calamity doesn't even spare the little dried fish.
Chen Pu said: “Jade-colored waves, can wash the heart. The treacherous sea of muddy currents, can cleanse one's spirit. What is there not to like about this place From now on, the sound of books will accompany the sound of the tide. Water control will be my homework, and water management will be my writing!”
Of course, there are also some things that are not convenient to say publicly.
Mùgǔ Academy has always been located at the foot of Scholar's Mountain and is considered the direct lineage of Confucius. Its disciples often call it "the most orthodox Confucian school." But as its headmaster, he sees the academy growing dull and becoming increasingly conservative under the influence of those old scholars.
Although being surrounded by books brings one closest to sacred ground, it is no longer the first among academies. This allows the diligent academy to take the lead.
He had already thought about moving.
When this calamity arose, all parties agreed. He simply went with the flow and let Dusk Drum Academy take the blame.
Zhong Xuan sighed, stroking his palm, and said: "From now on, when I sail across the sea of learning, I will invite Yèhǎi èguān to witness it together. This is practical knowledge for governing the world, truly an article with value!"
"That's right!" Chen Pu exclaimed, as if he had met a kindred spirit. "We scholars are not just bookworms; we also wield the sword. We cultivate both our minds and the world. Next time we sail the sea of knowledge, even Champion Hou should come join us. Let these youngsters witness the splendor of Linzi!"
He held up a bowl of water evenly: "Dǒu Zhenren, Jiāng Zhenren, both of you are exceptionally gifted. Don't miss out when the time comes."
Zhong Xuan gave a graceful smile: "I was just about to ask for advice on the articles from all the academies."
Dou Zhao said calmly, "I'm looking forward to your performance."
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Jiang Wang said calmly, "I'll definitely come when I have time."
He doesn't dwell on things he doesn't have time for.
At this moment, he only thought...Meng Tianhai had already transcended failure. The Mugu Academy would be relocated here. What about the vast Xuehe Sect
With the Elder Protectors and below, there are tens of thousands of disciples in the Blood River Sect. What will become of these people
Although Meng Tianhai wore a mask of evil and wove lies for eternity, over 54,000 years, the cultivators of Xue He Sect followed him relentlessly. How can one say that the ideals of Xue He Sect are false
Fresh blood is real, sacrifice is real, and devotion is real, but eternal glory is no longer true.
How are lotus blossoms in a world of fleeting illusions
Wu Bing had already come over at this time and said: “Open your True Origin Fire Realm.”
Jiang Wang casually retracted the Fire Realm—this time, he felt a significant difference!
This journey of misfortune, the Zhenyuan Fire Realm was already nourished in every way, and Chen Pu planted the Cangsong tree, providing shade for one area. Just now when the Lotus Holy Realm was established, it was also studying in the ocean of knowledge! The real person's lifespan increased, and the true world also increased in lifespan.
The benefits of this experience are immeasurable, saving countless years of hardship.
He didn't bother to tidy it up for now, but instead looked at Zhu Weiyi: "Senior Brother, how do you feel"
I shook my head. "It's fine."
Thousands of cultivators from the Zhenyuan Fire Realm are now scattered throughout the Sea of Learning.
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Wu Bing had already spoken, "Disciples of the Blood River Sect, step forward."
The place where disaster comes is a battlefield, and it cannot replace daily cultivation. Most Xuehe Sect disciples are in the mountain gate, and inside the Kuhai Cliff lies an array that involves space, which is extremely vast.
This time, the calamity arose unexpectedly, and most of the disciples of the Blood River Sect didn't react in time to what was happening.
Among the cultivators protected by the Zhenyuan Fire Realm, there were not many from the Xuehe Sect, only about three hundred.
They stepped out of the crowd under the command of the master legalist, glancing at each other, and couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
Even outsiders would sigh in dismay at the Blood River Sect's once glorious legacy now reduced to a mere shadow. These self-proclaimed "authorities" of the Blood River Sect had already crumbled several times under Meng Tianhai's relentless transformations. At this moment, they were all dejected and filled with anxiety.
Wu Bing had already stated directly: "To punish without teaching is called cruelty, so I'll simply say a few words. Meng Tianhai is the Blood River, and you have already seen it. For 54,000 years, the Blood River Sect's sect master has been him alone. The Dao arts you cultivate all originated from the Blood River — I will not hesitate to say that the Three Punishments Palace does not trust any of you."
"The Blood River Sect disciples exclaimed in alarm, “We are but lowly mortals, how could we possibly know anything We have no knowledge of Meng Tianhai’s plans whatsoever!”
“Great Master, please be clear-sighted! Meng Tianhai is a wolf with ambitions beyond measure. His schemes are not something we weaklings can fathom! We too are victims, having lived our lives under the weight of lies. How could we possibly suspect anything!”
"I swear to heaven, I had no knowledge of the Grandmaster's true appearance, nor did I participate in Meng Tianhai's schemes. If even a single word is untrue, may I suffer a terrible death!"
Complaint, fear, grievance, plea, and more, all intertwined.
Wu Bing had listened quietly to their various statements, remaining impassive throughout. Finally, he said: "This matter has nothing to do with how you yourselves are doing. Meng Tianhai is a scholar who integrates a hundred schools of thought and is profound and unfathomable. He has swallowed countless prodigies, but not all of them were defeated. He transforms into thousands, but not all of them have perished. We cannot allow the risk of Meng Tianhai escaping. So you—"
He lowered his gaze, making sure each person could feel his resolve: “All of you will be brought back to Heavenly Punishments Cliff for a thorough investigation. You are not exceptions; your fellow disciples outside have already been imprisoned ahead of you. I must tell you this: even if no problems are found, you will not be released for thirty-two years. This is the final outcome, with no room for appeal.”
"What's wrong! Meng Tianhai devoured people, but I didn't!"
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"I refuse to accept this!"
"Injustice! Master Wu!"
In the midst of the din, Wu Bing had already become a mere flick of his sleeve.
More than three hundred people were gone, the noise had also disappeared. He was cold and hard, like a stone.
"Master," Ning Shuangrong looked at Si Yu'an now, "No one can be an exception Including You Qiongying I understand her character..."
You Qingying is the daughter of Xue He Zong elder You Jingzhong and Ning Shuangrong's close friend.
“In the entire Blood River Sect, only two people are exempt—You Jingzhong and Zhang Jian.” Wu Bing said expressionlessly: “They will be executed directly.”
Meng Tianhai had set such a huge trap, spanning so long. The high-level officials of the Blood River Sect couldn't possibly be completely unaware, especially those like You Jingzhong and Zhang Jian who were men of insight.
Ning Shuang's expression was momentarily frozen. She truly couldn't fathom You Qiong Ying's feelings—in one night, her sect had been erased, her father murdered, and she, along with all the other disciples, had lost their freedom of thirty-two years. For young cultivators, those thirty-two years were incredibly precious, a time of rapid growth.
But the most painful point is—as a friend, she believes You Qingying did nothing wrong, but she can't be sure that You Qingying has no problems.
As Wu Bingyi said, this matter has nothing to do with the members of the Xuehe Sect themselves.
Who can confirm that Meng Tianhai is not possessed among these people
Song Bodi and Ruan Qi were in such a hurry to seek the treasure, not only because of its intrinsic value, but also because they wanted to ensure that there were no hidden tricks left by Meng Tianhai within those two artifacts from the Heavenly Cave.
Perhaps Meng Tianhai had done nothing, perhaps he had completely vanished, but no one could afford to take that risk.
“Grandmaster. Although they should be imprisoned, it's because it has nothing to do with us. Is this the spirit of the law” Jiang Wang spoke up: “Junior’s meaning is, are there any other ways”
He didn't have friends in Xuehe Sect, unlike Ning Shuangrong who was empathetic. But he couldn't be indifferent to it either. After all, it was the freedom of tens of thousands of people, and after all, it was thirty-two years... He stumbled his way here, only twenty-three years old.
He understood the necessity of mitigating risks, especially after witnessing Meng Tianhai's farewell firsthand. But were there better options
Wu Bing had been quietly watching Jiang Wang.
Zuo Qingru, looking ashen, stepped out to speak nervously. "Master, actually, this disciple also feels..."
“Unless someone transcends, no one can guarantee they haven't been possessed by Meng Tianhai. In the past, there might have been a chance to call upon a transcendent, but with the Shenxiao world opening in thirty-two years, this is impossible.” Wu Bing continued, looking at Jiang Wang: “Do you know what Emperor Jingwen means”
Emperor Jingwen was renowned for his benevolence and was a ruler who loved his people dearly. Could he possibly deem the freedom of so many people as insignificant
Jiang Wang shook her head. "I can't think of it."
Wu Bing had taken out a booklet that emanated a faint red glow: "The booklet in my hand is the Blood River Sect's roster. Every single person who has been part of the Blood River Sect since its founding has been recorded on it."
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He had a blank expression and a cold voice: "The Emperor Jingwen means for us to follow the roster, trace back the causes and effects, not leaving anyone behind."
Jiang Wang was silent.
Wu Bing had said in his final farewell: "This isn't an ideal nation, and we must ultimately consider the entire human race. While the essence of law is fairness, human laws are fundamentally created for the continuation of humankind. This is also why Lieshan Renhuang placed the ideal nation within the Illusory Realm. Absolute ideals aren't necessarily correct."
“Before the Godly Lightning War begins, the San Xing Palace still has some power. We should capture them one by one and imprison them. Release them after thirty-two years. Even if Meng Tianhai is not completely dead, it will not affect the overall situation of the Godly Lightning War. If there is no more power left, then Emperor Jingwen's suggestion is the simplest solution.”
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"Young people, we may not necessarily be right. What we do also needs to be tested by time. As for the future, you have your own thoughts, and I also look forward to your correctness. But now, we have set the rules. We needn't discuss this matter further."
He rarely spoke so much, his gaze shifting from Jiang Wang to Dou Shao and Zhong Xuanzun: "The Tai Xu Pavilion will open soon, all three of you should attend. I don't expect your discipline, I want to see your freedom."
Having said that, he ignored the young people and directly announced: "Today all the cultivators who appeared in the catastrophe also need to go through the Sanxing Palace inspection. They have to stay at Kuhai Cliff for seven days before they can leave. Now - queue up and enter the Red Dust Gate, someone is waiting for you behind the gate."
Jiang Wang finally understood why Dou Zhao, the heir of a three-thousand-year-old aristocratic family, would suddenly go to the grassland alone and then rush back with calamity.
The original intention was also to build momentum for joining the cabinet.
There are a total of nine seats in the Taixu Pavilion. The six major hegemonic countries will certainly not be absent from any of them.
On the contrary, he who was seemingly destined for victory, had yet to secure it.
This is a test.
He was just about to say something to Dou Zhao when he turned his head and came face-to-face with a blindingly ugly face.
Xu Ximing, burdened with his sword, looked at him with a face full of worry.
This time, it was Jiang Wang who spoke first: "I don't think I called your name"
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“So I’m not here to help you either.” Xu Ximing said.
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“Then, do you wish to continue our unfinished spar” Jiang Wang held his sword, already immersed in the depths of his subconscious, ready to awaken the master within.
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Xu Ximing shook his head: "Can't cut it. With the birth of the Lotus Holy Realm, I was suppressed again."
"That's truly a pity." Jiang Wang loosened his sword hilt, his voice laced with regret. "I was looking forward to seeing your swordsmanship."
“Expectation is the root of unhappiness,” Xu Ximing said, “Just like I carry the sword, but now I only have swordsmanship.”
Jiang Wang asked, "The first time I came to the place of calamity, I saw you. It seemed like you were reminding me at that time about the problem of the Blood River Sect — Meng Tianhai had already failed. Was this what you expected"
Xu Ximing countered, "Is this the world you hoped for after Meng Tianhai's failure"
"I'm not yet capable of envisioning the whole world, I'm still looking," Jiang Wang said. "But I hope for Meng Tianhai's failure, and at the same time, I hope there won't be any more tragedies like Xu Ximing."
Xu Ximing said: "If you still have compassion and tender sympathy, you will come to me again."
"My father once told me that empathy is something every normal person has, and I think it doesn't mean weakness."
Xu Ximing didn't argue with him, just said: "See you next time, I'll give you a surprise. Then, see you!"
"Junior Brother Jiang"
I heard my senior brother's voice.
Jiang Wang followed the sound and saw that Dou Zhao, Chong Xuan Zun, and Zhu Shijie had already left. Only Zhu Shidi was waiting for him. His sword eyebrows were prominent, his eyes bright despite the grime. The spear, fueled by dwindling embers, hung suspended in the air.
"It's our turn now, let's go," said Weiwo.
Looking again at the world of lotus, the gate to the red dust in the sky had few people waiting before it.
He dashed forward silently and stood behind Zhu Wei.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that the ancient gate looked like a gaping maw.
When they stepped out of this doorway, the Blood River Sect, with a history spanning 5,400 years, no longer existed.
Except for the name, everything in the world is gone.
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