Chapter Twenty-Nine: Southern grasses flourish in autumn, wh

.”Zhong Xuan Sheng shook his head and said, "We are still far from those great figures."Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!"Yes," Jiang Wang said.Let me know if you have any...On the way back to Jing State, Zhongshan Yanwen slightly slowed down.

Zhanghang Weisen's attempt to prove his innocence this time ended in failure. Although he managed to defend himself in time, he still had to recuperate for a long period. The physical injuries were secondary; the real issue was whether he could open up his emotional wounds.

He has done everything he could.

Ultimately, the realm of truth is a personal pursuit.

If the cave can truly be proven, then the Imperial Family of the dominant nation should remain glorious forever.

I wonder how many young people from the Zhongshan family will learn this lesson about life.

Zhongshan Weishun clutched the jade bottle containing his friend's ashes, his lips pressed tight as if he would forever remain silent.

In the south, autumn grasses flourish, while in the north, icy winds blow fiercely.

When the fierce wind from Jing Guo struck his brow, Zhongshan Yanwen, who had shed his demonic armor, remained impassive. Proud as he was for a lifetime, he refused to show his disappointment.

Throughout the journey, Zhongshan Weisu had been silent. But at this moment, he spoke up: "Is there something wrong with the battle at Nandou Hall Could Duke An be hiding something"

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At last, the stiffness on Zhong Shan Yanwen's face eased a little: "How do you know"

"He's willing to let you witness the war, but not really let you see it," Zhongshan Weison said.

"Yǎndào usually avoids showing his abilities in front of others, to prevent the fundamental principles of his Dao from being seen through. This is common practice." Zhōngshān Yànwén let go of his hand, allowing him to fly freely, his voice calm: "The miàn Jūn is one of the Six Armies of Chu State. It is natural for Chu State to keep its most advanced military tactics and formations a secret.”

"That's what it seems. But Chu destroyed Nandou, preparing for the attention of the world. Even their strategy of encirclement without annihilation has been a declaration that they want to focus the world's eyes on them, showing off their might." Zhongshan Weisun looked disheveled but thought deeply: "I always feel their purpose goes beyond this."

"Go on."

"The Central Empire wants to keep an eye on everything and control everything, hoping to be like before, holding everything in their palm, even though they can't do it anymore. Right now, we can only focus on ourselves. What Chu has in mind and how the Nandou Hall struggles have nothing to do with us. That's why you decided to leave."

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"Was it my decision to leave"

"It was me." Zhongshan Weixin raised the jade bottle in his hand: "I accept the facts."

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"I accept that Long Boji is dead; I accept that my efforts have been in vain; I accept my incompetence, to the point of being a laughingstock; I accept my rashness, which has brought shame upon my grandfather; I accept—"

“You’ve always done well with your writing, but I don’t want to hear this.” Zhong Shan Yanwen interrupted, “Go back and write an essay using the fall of Nandu Palace by Chu as your topic.”

Zhen Shan Wei Sun lowered his head slightly: "Okay."

His father died the year he was born, and his mother did not survive the second spring. He was raised by his grandfather from a young age. Whether it was training in warfare or martial arts, his grandfather took him everywhere. They grew up this way, with Zhongshan Yanwen always posing questions, and Zhongshan Weison always answering them. If he answered correctly, he could have anything he wanted; if he answered incorrectly, he would be punished with fists and feet.

Grandfather and grandson remained silent, returning to Yingyang Mansion as if nothing had happened. It was as if this had been an ordinary holiday, a simple autumn outing.

But before flying into the Yang Mansion, Zhongshan Weisun finally said, "Grandpa, I was wrong."

"Regret going to save Long Boji" asked Zhongshan Yanwen.

“I regret not thinking things through. I regret doing such a poor job.” Zhongshan Weison said: “People shouldn't regret their choices, I regret not understanding what I was choosing.”

Zhan Wen said, "I hope you truly understand. And not just deceiving yourself. I'm not afraid of you lying to me, Weishun. In the end, it is you who faces your own life."

Zhongshan Weisun said, "Grandpa. Perhaps I am also your wrong choice."

Zhan Wen looked at him intently: "I, Zhan Wen, can take responsibility for my own mistakes. Can you"

"I don't know if I can do it." Zhongshan Weishun clutched the jade bottle, forcing his weary eyes open: "But I don't want to have another moment of regret like this. I also don't want to disappoint you again, Grandpa."

Zhongshan Yanwen looked at him: "I've always taught you how to face the world correctly, but life is not just about being right. You made a truly stupid decision. But you are my grandson, Zhongshan Yanwen's grandson."

The grandson and grandfather flew into the imposing Eagle Soaring Mansion, one after the other.

The black banner hanging from the top of the high platform in the government building, once the wind caught it, would flutter instantly.

The boundless expanse of black is an unreachable end.

The Southern Dipper Secret Realm resembles the universe, vast and boundless -- of course, not truly infinite, but its ends are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Six giant stars, which are held in place by the Six Truths, are the main feature of this place.

Throughout history, countless mortals have thrived on these stars, living their entire lives believing this to be the "real world," unaware that they inhabit a secret realm.

Among them, those who stand out particularly are guided by immortals and may only enter the Nan Dou Gate. They transcend the mundane and see the world beyond the secret realm, understanding what "the present world" truly is.

The Nandou Hall doesn't truly interact with mortals, but Nandou disciples occasionally travel among them, entering and leaving the world.

Thus, all these so-called "miracles" gave rise to the legend of Nandou Xian Shen in this place.

The people on these stars do not know that stars also have a lifespan, and even the lofty Nanshen Immortals will one day fall.

The Nandou Hall has thrived in this secret realm, prospering with its population and their support. Of course, it wouldn't be foolish enough to deny them opportunities for advancement.

But now, the true disciples of Nandou Hall, who truly come from these stars, are few and far between.

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Compared to commoners living in the present world, which is located at the center of all heavens and realms, Starry folk have innate shortcomings.

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Just like the common people in the myriad realms, just like the human race seeds sown in the ancient "Valley Rain Project" to spread across the heavens. After a long time, even though they share the same roots, they no longer grow on the same branch.

People living in the capital and those living in the border counties are born into different realities.

The inherent gap between different worlds is even greater and more fundamental.

The most intuitive is God.

Holding the same divine rank as Yangshen, but superior to it. Youmingshen only possesses extraordinary power within the Netherworld. However, existing world gods can transcend all realms, eternally unchanging and immortal. The Netherworld is a vast realm, not comparable to ordinary small worlds.

Many small worlds have a low level of power hierarchy.

A place like the Southern Dipper Secret Realm, without relying on the present world and being rooted in history, wouldn't even be qualified for comparison.

"Nandou Hall has a history spanning six thousand years, an ancient Taoist lineage passed down from the Era of Saints. It existed during the same time as Mug Drum Academy and predates the Blood River Sect by a significant margin."

“Throughout this long sixty thousand years, no Star Citizen has ever truly become a reality. On the path of transcendence, we treat everyone equally. But no matter how much we cultivate them or provide resources, at most they can achieve the 'Divine and Manifest' in the Nandou Secret Realm, make a pact with Nandou, and become Nandou Star Gods. This is almost an unbreakable limit. Even among these Nandou Star Gods who cannot make pacts with the mortal world, there are very few. It takes many years to produce one.”

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The only exception is called Lu Shuanghe.

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He is still making history.

In the Hall of Destiny, a voice spoke thus.

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The speaker stood with their hands behind their back in the center of the palace gate, gazing upward at the outside world. Lost in the sunlight, they allowed the light to cast a solitary shadow upon them, never once turning around.

A person's reflection on the tiles was stretched and solitary, at the end of the shadow lay a cushion that seemed quite old.

Master Fu of the Divine Mandate, stood kneeling on this cushion, facing the statue of the Star Jun of Fate in the center of the hall. His expression was solemn and he did not turn back.

Therefore, in this grand and majestic hall, the man standing with his hands behind his back in the middle of the gate and the man kneeling with his hands clasped before him inside the hall were actually facing each other's backs.

Connecting them was a shadow.

Fu Zhao Fan remained silent, he was simply listening now.

In this day and age, within the depths of the Nan Dou Secret Realm, there's only one person capable of making him "listen" — the current master of the Nan Dou Palace, Chang Sheng Jun, who inherited the 60,000-year lineage of his ancestors.

Chang Shengjun's imperial robes were very blurry, he seemed to be lost in a river of light.

In this state that can never truly be seen, he continued, "So I have the utmost patience for him. I even allow him not to follow the path of stars, but to forge his own way. He is born to take risks and walk them well. He is extreme in his pursuit of the Dao, and thus he can shatter all shackles and break through the impossible."

Fu Zhao concluded, "He is also born to be someone who knows how to give up and doesn't care at all."

"Who isn't" Changsheng said with a strange tone, "Whoever moves forward doesn't need to give up anything. Whoever gets to this point has given up nothing"

“So you shouldn't be surprised.” Fu Zhaofan said in a soft voice, “If his way is here, he wouldn't fear death. He would be more devoted than you and me. But the Nandou Hall can't contain his way, so he will naturally abandon it without mercy—as for Ren Qiuli, she didn't want to look at the celestial mechanisms many years ago. I think she's tired too.”

“I’m not surprised.” Changsheng’s voice was wistful: “A long life is made up of countless surprises.”

“The ancestors created the Nandou Hall back then, opening the lineage of longevity and seeking eternal immortality. However, he died prematurely afterwards.”

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“The supreme secret art of Nandou Palace, compiled through generations, seeks to become the Lord of the Six Stars of Nandou, eternally grasping longevity and shining throughout eternity. This is a path clearly visible with hope, and one that is truly tangible, but after 60,000 years, we are still on it.”

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“As for the so-called ‘star without an owner,’ the concept is fundamentally elusive. I searched tirelessly beyond the heavens, but could not obtain it for you. Even the successive generations of the Nandou Palace have yet to comprehend it. Yet that Guanyin’s Jade Ruler Star Monarch simply declared it done.”

“What a coincidence, fate is so unpredictable!”

> “What you wish for does not come to pass, Heaven will not grant your desires.”

Chang Shengjun rarely felt this much emotion.

Like the Nandou Hall has never been forced to this extent.

Fu Zhao Fan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the towering and mysterious statue of the Star Monarch.

According to the orthodox lineage of Nandou Hall, he would follow the ancient path of longevity and relentlessly journey to its end. His ultimate goal was to become the true and only Star Lord of Destiny in all heavens and realms. He wished to transform the statue before him into one of his selves.

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Only when all six stars of the Nan Dou Palace achieve perfection, including Si Ming, Tian Liang, Tian Ji, Tian Tong, Tian Xiang, and Qi Sha, can such a Nan Dou Palace support the transcendence of the Southern Celestial Emperor.

The Venerable Six-Star Sovereign, an Emperor of the Universe, proved the myth of the Eternal Star Emperor.

But everyone understands that transcendence is just an illusion.

How many dashing figures throughout history Wind and rain turn them all to mud!

Failure extends beyond the Nandou Hall, beyond the Nan Dou Patriarch, and even to today's master of the Nandou Hall.

Once the Di Ti was stripped away, Chang Sheng Jun's path was broken.

In the primordial starfield, those true Southern Dipper stars, a collection of rules and concepts in concrete form, have for sixty thousand years been constantly approaching but never truly captured. Under the gaze of present-day Chu, it is even more impossible.

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star beneath him, originally... , will evolve over a long period of time, gradually becoming the core concept of a true life-determining star. The inheritance of generations of Life-Determining True Ones is all for this purpose.

This road is feasible, but it's too long!

As Chang Sheng said, the composition of a long life is made up of countless unexpected events.

The times have changed, the national system has thrived, and humanity flows forward... Nandu Palace still struggles to seek truth, clinging to its old ways. But when they turn their heads, the world outside is unrecognizable. They have all become remnants of a bygone era.

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The Great Chu Empire stood firm in the South, with its emperor ruling from his bedchamber. He wouldn't tolerate a so-called "Star Emperor" even for an instant.

Before the grand ambitions of the Emperor of Liuhe, even the myth of the Star Emperor, immortal and eternally radiant, seemed too meager. When the Chu Emperor wielded the Sword of the Chu Emperor, he struck down the imperial title with a single strike, and the crown of the Longevity Monarch has yet to be adorned with tassels.

The number of pendants on the supreme crown varies according to the solemnity of the ceremony and the status of the wearer.

The Son of Heaven declared that Changshengjun was "rude" and "had no share."

This immense humiliation also fell silent in the passage of time.

Fu Zhao Fan sat alone, kneeling in solitude.

The sunlight outside the hall stopped at his back, as if his spine were a sword, slicing through this false light.

Beyond his physical form, everything was shrouded in shadows, merging with the darkness of the Hall of Destiny. Perhaps this was the true nature of things.

The present world is in a long night, while the Nan Dou Secret Realm is in daytime.

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The Nandou Secret Realm has lasted for many days, seemingly so grand that it could suppress all demons and evil spirits.

But the human heart is a treacherous place, how can mere sunlight pierce through it

This period of time, Nandou Hall is in complete disarray. Aside from the most basic frontline defenses, all other order has practically collapsed.

It takes sixty thousand years to maintain pride, and only a few dozen days in desperation to bring down one's dignity.

Every imaginable human ugliness is played out here.

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Is there no goodness in Nandou Hall

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Good has also been alienated, and what cannot be alienated is killed first.

And yet, the overseer who was responsible for all things, Nan Dou, merely watched. Just as he had watched Dragon Elder's death. The blinding light could only make one close their eyes, unable to see anything clearly.

It's all meaningless now.

But all that which has no meaning, still has to be paid for—paid for how much

Chang Sheng Jun's voice said, "Time is running out."

"Was that letter sent by your arrangement" asked Fu Zhao Fan.

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"Go with the flow." Chang Sheng said.

"What means were used" Fu Zhao asked.

Chang Sheng Jun said: "No means are meaningful, Wu Zhao Chang will not give a chance."

“But you still tried.”

> It's worth a try.

Fu Zhao Fan let out a soft sigh: “Indeed. We have to give it a try.”

This is the answer.

For a moment, there was silence in the palace.

Fu Zhao Fan asked again, "Have Tian Liang and Tian Xiang left"

Chang Sheng spoke in an odd tone: “No one will remember what their names were.”

"Well, then, it is my turn." Fu Zhao Fan drew his saber, holding it in both hands against his chest. He raised his head and looked at the statue of the Star God of Destiny, which was forever out of reach. Slowly, he sheathed his sword... into his heart.

A true master of this world doesn't die so easily, so he was resolute in doing this. He carefully controlled his power, suppressing the instinct to survive. His sword was imbued with the sharpness of dissolving paths and souls. First dissolve the path, then dissolve the strength, and finally dissolve the life.

Flesh, bone, and soul, are all just parts of the process.

The current Grandmaster of Nandou Hall, the most traditional and adhering to the orthodox lineage of Nandou, who "follows the example set by Zhaofan," passed away suddenly in the Palace of Destiny.

His front was cast in the shadow of the Si Ming Hall, and behind him lay the sunlight of the Nandou Secret Realm. His death was slow, wasting not a jot of his power, and the process itself was silent, without a single extraneous sound.

Chang Sheng's back was silhouetted against the light, his features indistinct.

And then the back gate of the palace slowly closed.

Everything about the Hall of Life is kept within the Hall of Life.

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