The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

"It's simple, because I've been to R, and it was not long after the catastrophe that caused the collapse of Takamagahara." Xia Mi held his head high and replied ostentatiously: "The once glorious and prosperous civilization of the Age of Gods was destroyed in an instant by the attack of my army, and it has since sunk and fallen."

"Oh?" Zhao Qing blinked: "Is there such a thing? Are you just bragging?"

"Understand the most basic logic: even a Tokyo slip and sinking can trigger a super tsunami that affects the entire Pacific Rim, not to mention the release of the ultimate word spirit that shook the world ten thousand years ago." Xia Mi explained in detail: "When the disaster broke out in R, high-level dragons around the world, including the Black King Nidhogg, all noticed the abnormality here."

"It is indeed impossible to cover it up. The natural world will not suddenly cause such a degree of destruction. Unless Nidhogg is a stupid dragon, he will definitely send his men to investigate the situation." Zhao Qing nodded.

"The first generation of Yamata no Orochi was killed by Susanoo, who transformed into the second generation of Yamata no Orochi and was dragged down by Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi to die together, taking Takama-ga-hara into the abyss. However, these two consecutive disasters did not completely destroy the civilization of the Age of Gods in Japan, and there are still countless survivors."

Xia Mi opened a bag of potato chips and chewed them slowly: "Any discerning person, once they see this group of guys with a human head but a snake tail, can easily judge that they are definitely 'illegally' born hybrids, and then immediately come to the conclusion that they are actually descendants of the White King - all they need is the simple process of elimination."

"It has only been two or three thousand years since the White Emperor's rebellion. These White King's descendants hiding in the R-Original Islands are naturally classified as remnants of the rebellion. And because they are spying on and blaspheming the noble bloodline, their crimes are even more serious. According to the Black King's subsequent decree, they must be completely wiped out without leaving any alive."

"The descendants of the ancient White King still have the appearance of dragons, and their abilities are close to those of pure-blooded dragons, equivalent to what later generations call 'emperors'." She added calmly, "In the Kojiki, there is a saying that there are eight million gods. The 'gods' here actually refer to the hybrids of the Age of Gods, all of whom have steadily broken through the critical blood limit."

"The 'Eight Million Gods' should only include the faction to which Amaterasu belongs?" Shi Yiguang listened while operating multiple communication devices, busy with his own affairs. At this moment, he asked at the right time: "The factions of Tsukuyomi and Susanoo also have corresponding subordinates, right?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly in the cold light of the tablet, the five fingers of her right hand left afterimages on the screen, the thumb of her left hand kept tapping encrypted commands, and her index finger switched between the stylus and the scroll wheel.

The number keys on the fund dispatch interface flickered, and the real-time hydrological map of the Yangtze River Delta and global commodity trading data washed over like a waterfall. In the blue halo of the LCD screen, the Shanghai-Hangzhou-Ningbo Expressway diversion plan and the three-dimensional model of the Yangtze River Estuary Siltation Dam were being updated frantically.

Xia Mi squeezed the Coke can into an aluminum ball and threw it casually. Fenrir immediately stretched out his dragon head and accurately held it, making a happy gurgling sound in his throat. She smiled and continued, "More than just factions? At that time, the descendants of the White King even evolved into three theocratic dynasties ruled by priests."

"Amaterasu ruled the Nine-Layered High Heaven Plain, Tsukuyomi ruled the Night Food Kingdom, and Susanoo led the Izumo tribe to travel the world - but the eight million gods is just a fictitious number. In fact, the total population of the entire Age of Gods civilization does not exceed one million, but each of them has a bloodline purity that is no less than that of the Secret Party S-level."

"In its heyday, this power would have been strong enough to challenge the majesty of the dragons of the Four Great Monarchs and shake the high and mighty throne - if the White King could really be resurrected in Susanoo. But this was not successful after all, and in turn destroyed a large number of the most elite high-ranking priests."

"The wings of the Water King and I, eight thousand dragon servants, covered the sky above the archipelago. Hundreds of thousands of low-level dragons sailed in on warships. An extremely tragic battle broke out simultaneously on land, sea and air. The flames melted dozens of magnificent cities. The corpse guards all over the mountains were first frozen and then turned into skeleton fragments."

"The battlefield at that time was a hundred times more spectacular than it is now." Xia Mi's eyes penetrated the holographic projection and looked at the scene far away: "I stood in front of the Tianyanhu Gate and watched the bronze statue of Susanoo collapse in the flames of hell, and the ancient hybrid that rode the waves to charge was torn into pieces by dragon claws."

"After thirty-three days and nights, the last priest of the Age of Gods knelt in front of the ruins of the Amaterasu Temple, cut open his chest with a bone knife, and offered his beating heart to the setting sun..."

"So, in our opinion, the descendants of the White King have been completely annihilated, and we are now returning to receive medals and rewards." As she spoke quietly, Fenrir behind her was tearing open the potato chip bag with his dragon claws. The friction sound of the aluminum film and the historical narration intertwined into a strange chord.

The regular army would naturally have the advantage when fighting against the leaderless clergy, not to mention that the former still had the true first-generation Dragon King in charge, the so-called "imperial hybrids". The words and spirits would not all be of high-risk and top-notch quality, and their average level was probably about the strength of a main battle tank.

"But the eight Sheqi families survived after all, and the top three of them can still produce individuals who can stably break through the critical blood limit." Zhao Qing pointed this out seemingly casually.

"The true descendants of the ancient White King must have been slaughtered, and the only ones left alive are hybrids that intermarried with humans. These inferior hybrids have completely lost their dragon characteristics and no longer look like human heads and snake tails. However, this has given them an advantage in lurking in human society."

Xia Mi explained calmly, "Ten thousand years ago in the R-Okinawa Islands, the Age of Gods hybrids actually maintained a state of coexistence with ordinary Jomon people, but regarded the latter as a slave race that could be driven at will. The original kind simply gained extraordinary power for a few thousand years and claimed to be the naturally noble 'descendants of Gods'."

"But it was precisely those lowly people in their eyes who made a comeback in the most primitive way during the Great Purge. The dragon blood of those priests was forced to flow into the blood of ordinary humans. After a long period of dilution and fusion, it formed the prototype of the current Sheqi Eight Clans."

"As for the 'Emperor' that only the above three families have a chance to produce, it is actually a reversion phenomenon induced by the 'Blood Mark'. The status of Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo-no-Mikoto has been reproduced to some extent, but their abilities have been greatly weakened compared to their ancestors, and their inheritance is extremely unstable, and their lifespan is significantly shortened."

Zhao Qing nodded: "Izanagi lived for more than 2,000 years, and ancient 'emperors' like Amaterasu are probably not much different. But in modern times, according to relevant records, the average life expectancy of owners of imperial blood does not even exceed 80 years old, and this is excluding unnatural deaths."

"In the final analysis, only those who are close to the dragon form can perfectly bear the power of breaking through the critical blood limit. Or, in other words, those who possess the royal blood do not have the matching 'Dragon Heart'."

Xia Mi quoted from the classics: "Reach the extreme of emptiness, keep the sweetness, the body is still in the fragrant darkness, the mind is clear in the land of nothingness, then my body will be empty and bright and my nature will be spiritual. If the mind controls the body, the spirit will be focused and the qi will be united; if the body controls the mind, the spirit will be scattered and the qi will be confused."

"Although the top three of the Sheqi Eight Clans were lucky enough to awaken the Emperor's Blood, they are ultimately just empty shells with a superficial appearance. They lack the corresponding spiritual realm and naturally cannot perfectly control this power. They can only burn their lives to release it temporarily."

"It sounds a bit sad." Shi Yiguang sighed softly. The blue light of her mobile phone illuminated her cold jade-like face, and encrypted text messages were being sent at a rate of thirty per minute:
"To Kunlun Group Strategic Investment Department: Immediately initiate the Red Acquisition Plan, with the following priorities:

1. Acquired a controlling stake in Anhui Conch Cement (23.HK) at a 0914% premium

2. Increase the shareholding of Baosteel shares to 5% through offshore funds

3. Signed an exclusive supply agreement with Zhenhua Heavy Industries for 200 units of port machinery

She pressed the confirmation button hard with her fingertips, and dozens of magnesium lights suddenly rose from the distant coastline - it was the newly arrived welding robots from Maruyama Construction that began to assemble the ceramic-based protective plates.

"Hey, although these guys died young, they are already very lucky compared to the descendants of the ancient white king who were completely defeated and killed." Xia Mi glanced at her and curled her lips in disapproval:

"At least they can stand in the sun with dignity, without having to hide like rats in the cellars of civilians' homes. They don't have to worry about being visited by a giant dragon that descends from the sky and blasted into pieces by a swarm of word spirits while they are sleeping."

Zhao Qing flicked the Seven Treasures Glazed Sword with his fingers and said, "Comrade Advisor, can we fast-forward to the practical combat part of the history class?"

"What's the hurry?" Xia Mi took out a bag of melon seeds from somewhere and started cracking them. "After the war, I explored the ruins and searched for many relics of the Age of Gods civilization. I also found many alchemical creations with excellent technology, such as the Shenli Panzuo, the Tsukuyomi Mizu Bottle, the Kunitachi Tsuchitsu Hammer, the Kaihiko Life Cage, etc. Considering that these things might have to be handed over and destroyed after the war, I secretly buried them in hidden places."

"They are of pretty good quality, but it's a pity that I didn't get durable weapons like the Ame-no-Habaki and the Butsu-myou-kun... But deep in the underground palace of the Izanagi Shrine, I saw something more interesting - the design composition of the alchemical matrix of the 'Spear of the Heavenly Qiong'."

Shi Yiguang added as he typed the command: "In mythology, Izanagi and Izanami used the Heavenly Spear to stab the seabed and stir it, stirring up the silt to create the country and give birth to many islands - this is the origin of Japan."

"If the 'Amano Spear' that is said to be the creation of the world really exists, it should be the supreme item that surpasses almost everything in the R version."

"That's right." Xia Mi further elaborated: "According to my research, the 'Amanuma Spear' was originally a super project built by Izanagi under the guidance of the White King's Holy Corpse. Tens of thousands of bronze pillars were nailed into the seabed, with magma as conductors to adjust the flow direction of the four elements."

"In essence, it doesn't have to be driven by an alchemical matrix, but is more like a composite divine word spirit developed by the White King. It is equivalent to the reverse operation of Shiva's dance and Guixu. The earth whistle and vortex are perfectly integrated in it, which is enough to extract the energy of the plate collision and forcibly lift the volcanic islands and shape them into land."

"You mean... the entire R-Ben Islands are made of alchemy?" Zhao Qing was slightly surprised: "This is really a big deal."

"You can say that, but it's not entirely accurate. The 'Spear of Tianqiong' simply used alchemy to guide the power of nature and speed up the movement of the earth's crust." Xia Mi explained: "And before the project was completed, the R-Original Islands had already emerged from the sea..."

"Its purpose is only to further expand the area of ​​this new land so as to accommodate more descendants of the White King."

"The sinking of Takamagahara was actually caused by Amaterasu Tsukuyomi reversing the activation of this super alchemical matrix, releasing the complete Shiva Karma Dance and Guixu, which were used to perish together with the Yamata no Orochi... If there had not been this accident, and the 'Amanuma Spear' had been allowed to lift the earth's crust, the area of ​​R-haras would have at least doubled after ten thousand years."

"So, the Holy Skeleton of the White King possesses extremely high intelligence and thinking and memory abilities, and can guide the hybrids of the Age of Gods to build such a grand project?" Zhao Qing asked thoughtfully.

"That's right. As the master of spiritual elements, the White King's understanding of the Word Spirit is second only to the Black King Nidhogg. The Holy Remains contain eternal and indestructible spiritual elements, and they carry many instructions left by the White King during his lifetime."

Xia Mi confirmed her guess and continued to elaborate: "It took only two thousand years for the Japanese civilization of the Age of Gods to develop relatively advanced alchemy from scratch, which is almost as good as that of the Four Great Monarchs. This cannot be the result of natural evolution. There must be the Holy Relics behind it."

"Think about it. Without some kind of alchemical technology that can shield and hide, how could these descendants of the White King have been able to reproduce safely for so many years under the Black King's nose? Nidhogg is not blind. Even if he is in poor condition, his spiritual monitoring can still cover the vast area of ​​the northern hemisphere."

"It is basically certain that for more than two thousand years, some kind of alchemical field similar to the Nibelungen Dreamland has always wrapped the entire archipelago in the gap between reality and illusion. Whenever Nidhogg's thoughts swept across the Pacific Ocean, he only saw the natural phenomenon of magma erupting and forming land, until the scam was exposed."

"So, the White King's Holy Remains can perhaps be considered a smaller version of the White King that has lost its power, or a super dragon-engineering intelligence?" Zhao Qing pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Can it communicate normally with humans and reach a cooperation agreement?"

"Could it be that it doesn't store any memory information at all, but its intelligence level and computing power are too high, and it is thinking all the time. In order to better complete the command to revive the White King, it gradually restored many miracles by itself?" "Are you saying that the intelligence of such a small piece of bones left by the White King crushes all other pure-blooded dragons? Our four monarchs and many second and third generation species are just eating and drinking, and they are easily caught up by primitive people?" Xia Mi fell into deep thought: "In fact, it is not impossible..."

"Spiritual alchemy can be improved by a person behind closed doors, even when trapped in a corner and unable to move freely. However, material alchemy is never so easy to improve. It requires countless experiments to gradually improve. It is impossible to achieve it by wishing it over and bypassing objective laws."

"However, if the creativity of the White King's descendants is inherently superior to that of the Black King's descendants, this is not a difficult problem to explain."

She sighed thoughtfully, "Given the White King's rebellion, it is very likely that Nidhogg deliberately imposed some kind of restriction on the intelligence of the new generation of dragons."

"It's like Fenrir's mental age is designed to remain at a certain age, so he can never grow up. Although he has power far beyond mine, he still obeys my orders completely."

"This is also the main reason why the dragon civilization was overtaken by humans. In order to maintain its rule, the ancestor of the dragon did not hesitate to sacrifice the development potential of his people and used the 'Five Arts of Controlling the People' to perfection!"

Xia Mi showed her Communist Youth League badge, clenched her fist, and said seriously: "Overthrowing such a dictatorial tyrant is indeed a move to restore order, and it is also the only way to liberate the thoughts and productivity of the Dragon People."

"Don't be so dramatic." Zhao Qing stared at the sly smile on the other person's face and said calmly: "Can the 'Spear of the Heavenly Spirit of Words' you mentioned solve the crisis of Tokyo's sinking?"

"Theoretically, it should be possible. After all, it can regulate the movement of ocean plates." Xia Mi's image was rippling in the wind and rain. She sat on the edge of the platform, swinging her legs, and her slender fingers unconsciously fiddled with the pull ring of a Coke. "But the prerequisite is that the authority of the King of Land and the King of Water are combined into one."

"I heard you say before that in 1992, the Lenin fell into the depths of the Japanese Trench and landed near the Takamagahara ruins in the Tuscarora Abyss. On that icebreaker, there was an embryo of a king. Give it to me to devour and evolve. Then the Amanuma Spear can be reshaped and saved the world from disaster."

"Are you referring to this thing?" Zhao Qing showed a smile that showed everything was under control. He suddenly stretched out his hand and a sphere made of black crystal floated in front of Xia Mi.

It is roughly a size larger than a basketball, with a surface temperature as low as minus 250 degrees Celsius, but one can still glimpse the faint pulsation of spider-web-like blood vessels inside through the translucent icy shell.

"Not long ago, I dived into the Abyss and dug out the core of a dead king of the ocean and water. I also extracted more than ten tons of fetal blood. But there was a lot of noise - probably because they sensed that they would lose nutrition in the future, many corpse guards and dragon vipers rioted and rushed out of Takama-ga-hara, but unfortunately they couldn't swim as fast as me."

"It's so easy? Can anyone really pick up the Water King's eggs?" Xia Mi widened her eyes, looking at the black crystal sphere slowly spinning in the air in disbelief: "...What about the Yamata no Orochi and Odin? They didn't come to make trouble? This is too easy!"

"Nothing serious happened. There really weren't any experts coming."

Zhao Qing put away the ice ball and said with a smile: "The Corpse Guard King may be considered a half-master. This guy is leading more than 10,000 Corpse Guards to quickly float up, and then he will give the Seventh Fleet the experience of being attacked from both sides... However, these melee monsters without word power can be cleaned up by ship guns and missiles, which is quite efficient."

"However, how long do you have to wait before you can rush over to work? The situation is urgent, so we need to hurry up. If we delay for too long, I'm afraid something might happen. The sooner we devour it, the better!"

"It's almost there!" Xia Mi shook the camera of the video: "Originally I wanted to get some helpers to fight on the front line... Now that the core of the Water King has been obtained, I will set off immediately! In three hours, watch me lead you two to dig out those buried R ancient artifacts and make a fortune."

Then, the image of the abandoned subway was cut off.

"Where are we going first? To the Shinjuku district where Yuanshi Heavy Industries is located, or to look for trouble with the Ghost Clan? Do we need to notify Cassel?" Shi Yi Guang was silent for a while, and suddenly asked.

At this moment, she has already taken the time to complete the detailed strategic planning of the "Jingwei" flood control project. A "Feasibility Report on the East China Sea Reclamation Project" was simultaneously sent to twelve sand and gravel companies, and the prefabricated parts factories in Pudong, Taicang and Nantong entered full-load operation.

The coordinates of 1387 flood control wall weakness points along the route were packaged and sent to twenty engineering corps along with customized carbon fiber reinforcement solutions.

In a conference room in Binhai, six LCD screens lit up with scarlet alarms at the same time. Dozens of traders in suits pushed aside their coffee cups, and the sound of keyboard tapping instantly drowned out the hum of the central air conditioner.

The storm over Tokyo Bay has not yet reached the East China Sea, but a hurricane of capital and industry has already landed on the shore.

Of course, the "Spear of Heavenly Spirit Words" may be able to resolve the accumulated disaster, but the fierce battle with Dragon King-level targets in the future cannot be completely avoided. It is very likely that multiple world-destroying spirits of words will be released. When the era of chaos can come at any time, it is wise to do your best to prevent it.

"Go to Osaka!" Zhao Qing answered directly, obviously having made plans long ago: "Remember Fujiwara Nobunosuke? This guy was sent there by the Gattuso family. He should be trying to make a private deal with General Wang. It's a good opportunity to capture him and torture him for interrogation."

"Not only can it be used for experiments to further resolve the mystery of time zero, but it can also eliminate some hidden dangers."

"It's about 500 kilometers from Tokyo, so we can talk about other things on the way... Speaking of which, Old Tang has finally connected with Lu Mingfei recently and they've become friends in the game. It's worth keeping an eye on him to avoid any changes. The daily actions of high-risk targets must be controllable."

Between the sea and the sky, the golden morning light penetrated the clouds, stretching the figures of the two people and projecting them onto the boiling sea.

The burning oil tanker in the distance was sinking, and the black smoke column and the sunset glow blended into an oil painting of doomsday. At this moment, a huge black shadow hundreds of meters long suddenly jumped out of the water. The dragon-shaped corpse twisted its body and attacked agilely, cutting the side of the M army destroyer with its jagged wing bones.

……

At almost the same time, thousands of miles away, Ronald Tang wiped the sweat from his forehead. The air conditioning in the panda house could not suppress the August heat in Sichuan. In the glass window, the black and white pandas were lying on their backs in a pile of bamboo leaves, surrounded by tour groups holding small red flags.

He looked down at the Fuji digital camera strapped to his chest, then glanced at the words "Close encounter with giant pandas" printed on the ticket, and suddenly felt like a rugby player who had sneaked into a kindergarten.

He should not have bought this ticket - two hours ago he was walking towards the Wuhou Temple, but somehow he followed a tour bus into this bamboo forest and was given a half-price student ticket.

By the time I realized what was happening, I was already standing in front of the glass viewing gallery, my nose almost touching the cold glass. Three meters away, under a bamboo frame, a young panda was feasting on a tender bamboo branch, its black and white ears trembling as it chewed.

"Click——"

Ronald Tang raised his camera and aimed it at Tuanzi chewing on bamboo. The panda cub in the frame suddenly shook its round ears.

When he pressed the shutter, the furry shell had already hit his knees. When the keeper chased after him with a milk bottle, he saw the young man with messy hair sitting cross-legged on a wooden platform, with three panda clinging to his arms like sticky rice balls.

"Damn it." The man in the blue overalls wiped the sweat from his forehead, "These little guys are not that close to me." He looked at the other party suspiciously: "Did you spray bamboo perfume?"

Old Tang's fingers sank into the warm fur, and a familiar dawn suddenly rippled in his memory. Two thousand years ago, in the bamboo forest deep in the mountains of Bashu, the same warmth had rubbed against his palms. The young man in white was sitting quietly beside him, holding the iron-eating beast, and the atmosphere was leisurely.

He shook his head to get rid of this absurd association and took another selfie.

When the QQ dialog box jumped on the CRT monitor of the Internet cafe, Lu Mingfei was shivering from the air-conditioning.

He was huddled in camera position No. 23, with a bottle of Nutri-Express on his left hand and a brand new copy of How the Steel Was Tempered on his right hand, which was the prize he "accidentally" won at a newsstand last week.

【Old Tang】7:32:45
(Photo sent: Old Tang is besieged by panda cubs.jpg)

Brother! Great discovery! I might have druid blood! [Proud]
In the pixelated picture, a man in a Hawaiian shirt squatted in a pile of bamboo leaves, black and white balls clung to his trouser legs and climbed up, the fattest one bit the stick of a lollipop, and the candy ball had long since rolled away. In the distance, a keeper was holding a sign that said "No Feeding" and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Lao Tang’s panda avatar was dancing happily in the dialog box, as if it was about to roll out along the Internet cable.

[Mingming] 7:33:01
You stole the QQ of the Emeishan monkey? [terrified]
【Old Tang】7:33:52
Seriously! This is a historic moment! [grin] You know, the pigeons on the streets of New York flutter their wings and fly around me when they see me, and last month at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, the greediest seagulls didn't dare to catch the fries I threw.

[Mingming] 7:34:01
Old Tang, you are really good at photo editing. Last time you said you were riding a camel in the Sahara, but the camel's shadow was facing three directions [picking nose]
【Old Tang】7:34:56
Open your titanium dog eyes! Look at the fur color! The sheen! [Proud] To be honest, when the little guys came over just now, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, as if I had touched them thousands of times.
The wet keyboard crackled under Lu Mingfei's fingertips.

He glanced at the young cadre in the corner, who was teaching the boss's wife how to upgrade the anti-virus software, and the union badge on his chest flashed a silver light. Since this "Zhang" appeared in the Internet cafe last week, he always found movie tickets in his pocket, saying that it was a community welfare gift.

[Mingming] 7:35:23
I suggest you check the panda family tree, maybe it's your long-lost cousin [wipes sweat] Maybe Comrade Guobao mistook you for a giant bamboo shoot.

(End of this chapter)