Facing Chen Changsheng’s complaints, only a breath away, Fu Yao smiled and said, “Without really sparring with you, it eventually feels unsatisfying.”
“But why can’t we have a fair fight?”
“Every time you have to ambush, isn’t that a bit dull?”
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng rolled his eyes and replied, “Please, my identity is as a strategist, right?”
“Have you seen any strategist charging into battle without help? Wouldn’t I just get beaten up by you?”
“That’s true,” Fu Yao smiled as she glanced at Zhang Zhen nearby, saying, “You have not disgraced the title of ‘Blade Emperor.’”
“Unfortunately, having you join forces to besiege this dying person gives you a slight blemish.”
Hearing these words, Zhang Zhen calmly said, “Being able to draw my blade against you is my honor, but it’s a pity you seek d*ath so fervently; I cannot witness the true you.”
Fu Yao did not argue or reply to Zhang Zhen’s words but simply waved at Ziyan beside her.
Seeing this, Ziyan quietly stepped in front of Fu Yao, and the two stared at each other.
Although they said nothing, both understood each other’s intentions.
After a long pause, Ziyan spoke, “I will not…”
“Don’t make conclusions about the future.”
Before Ziyan could continue, Fu Yao interrupted him directly.
“You are not your godfather, you see even less of the future.”
“The road of the future is left for future choices; you just need to move forward.”
Looking at the dying Fu Yao, Ziyan eventually asked the question that had been on his mind.
“Why choose d*ath?”
“Because I can no longer live happily.”
“To k*ll your godfather, I sacrificed half my lifespan using the Disenchantment Technique and even dug out my celestial bone.”
“Both of these actions have severely harmed my vitality; it is only natural that I can’t continue living.”
“You know that’s not what I mean. With your methods, it’s impossible for you not to live.”
Hearing this, Fu Yao smiled and said, “I indeed have many methods to continue living.”
“But time has its end. I will d*e, you will d*e, your parents will d*e, everyone will d*e; no one can change this outcome.”
“As your uncle, my abilities are limited; I cannot alter this reality.”
“But you combine all our advantages; you have the hope to change this reality.”
After she finished speaking, Fu Yao transformed into specks of starlight and scattered into the void.
Watching Fu Yao turn into starlight, Ziyan stood silently for a long time without speaking.
…
Two thousand years later.
The Scholar Saint Su Yao took over the position of the Heavenly Court’s ruler, the Ghost Path and military commander, and Ma Ling’er took the position of God of Wealth.
Blade Emperor Zhang Zhen did not hold any position in the Heavenly Court.
Such arrangements shocked the world.
It was clear that this was a power detachment of a Heavenly Mandate Holder.
Even more unexpectedly, the firm support for this decision came from none other than Blade Emperor Zhang Zhen.
From then on, the tradition that a strong force bearing the Heavenly Mandate could dominate the world had become a thing of the past.
In addition to this unprecedented decision, a significant event also occurred in the Heavenly Court: everyone disappeared.
The Tiger Cavalry Leader Gongsun Huaiyu at the top, and the Sword Immortal Xu Yao at the bottom—over ninety percent of the experts in the Heavenly Court had vanished.
No one knew where they had gone, and no one knew what had happened to them.
They just mysteriously disappeared.
…
In an unknown place, the Qiongqi Tomb.
“Chen Changsheng, can this method work? It looks a bit dangerous.”
Looking at the boiling seven-colored liquid in the Divine King Cauldron, Zhi Ze felt somewhat uneasy.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng immediately patted his chest and said, “Don’t you trust my methods?”
“I spent a huge amount of effort to refine the seven-colored meteorite into a liquid state.”
“Those old folks from the Four Directions Continent lived so long thanks to the seven-colored meteorite.”
“Now by sealing you inside, not only can it thoroughly slow your lifespan’s passage, but it can also prolong your lives.”
“Chirp~”
Hearing this, the swallowing treasure rat on Zhi Ze’s head waved its little paws in accusation.
Clearly, it did not believe Chen Changsheng, as he had failed many times before.
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Previous failures nearly singed the rat’s fur off completely.
“Chen Changsheng, if it doesn’t even trust you, why would I?”
“Let’s forget about this; we’ll think of other ways.”
As Zhi Ze spoke, he was about to flee.
“Bang!”
“Get back in there!”
Just as Zhi Ze was about to escape, Chen Changsheng kicked him back inside; even the swallowing treasure rat was not spared.
The scorching temperature made the rat and Zhi Ze yell, but soon the seven-colored liquid began to harden.
Feeling the sealing process, Zhi Ze immediately conveyed through spiritual sense, saying, “Chen Changsheng, you actually got it right this time.”
“What’s ‘got it right’? I call it confidence.”
“Quick, sleep; I haven’t fully mastered the reverse refinement of the seven-colored meteorite.”
“If you accidentally break the seal, I won’t have time to fix it for you.”
“Fine, then we’ll see each other in twenty thousand years!”
After speaking, Zhi Ze and the swallowing treasure rat gradually fell into a dormant state.
Watching Zhi Ze truly enter slumber, Chen Changsheng sighed tiredly, then took out a stone coffin.
With familiarity, he lay inside the coffin, tracing the familiar patterns, and spoke.
“System, is the time for my slumber approaching?”
“Returning to dormancy, there are twenty-eight days left; you will forcibly fall into slumber.”
“Then I have really good timing.”
“This time the slumber is still the old rule; I’ll pull the slumber time to the maximum. Twenty thousand years of waking time is still not enough.”
“But before slumber, let’s chat; it’s been a while since we talked.”
In response to Chen Changsheng’s words, the system continued with its cold, emotionless voice.
“Returning to dormancy, this system cannot understand what you refer to as chatting.”
“If what you mean by chatting is discussing meaningless topics, we will never end the discussion, even after ten thousand years.”
“System, you’re still the same, not a bit humorous or interesting.”
“Fine, I’ll ask questions, you answer.”
“Having slept so many times, my attribute points have added up to several tens of thousands. When will I fully reach the strength of a Heavenly Mandate Holder?”
“Ten million level, even up to a hundred million attribute points.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Changsheng’s face immediately contorted.
“No way, which good person takes hundreds of millions of years to become a Heavenly Mandate Holder?!”
“That Zhang Zhen reached it after just over ten thousand years; why does it suddenly take me hundreds of millions of years?”
“Returning to dormancy, each attribute point corresponds to the experience of the most ordinary cultivator who has cultivated for a year.”
“Measured by the Sea of Suffering System, the energy required for each small realm’s crossing multiplies.”
“An ordinary cultivator needs twenty thousand to thirty million years of time to reach the strength of a Heavenly Mandate Holder.”
Upon receiving this answer, Chen Changsheng’s mouth twitched.
“Can ordinary people live for twenty thousand to thirty million years?”
“Thus, ordinary people cannot attain the strength of a Heavenly Mandate Holder.”
Chen Changsheng: “……”
You have a point.
“No, ordinary people need twenty thousand to thirty million years; why does it take me hundreds of millions?”
“Returning to dormancy, for cultivators, improving cultivation is an all-around enhancement.”
“While your attribute point growth is a singular attribute enhancement.”
“With four attribute options, you will naturally require four times the time of ordinary people, which is one hundred million years.”
Chen Changsheng: “……”
I can’t even find a rebuttal; this is absurd.
After a bit of complaint, Chen Changsheng said, “System, start the slumber.”
“See you in twenty thousand years!”
“Slumber starting, slumber time twenty thousand years.”
As the last word fell, Chen Changsheng slowly closed his eyes.
