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Chapter 480 The Disappearing Truth

Fang Tang was sure that he was not wrong. The old man in front of him was none other than the last Eight-turn Mingwu, Sword Saint Gu Cangluan, who was responsible for protecting the royal family five hundred years ago.

Since her mother's death, in that deep and cold palace, Gu Cangluan was one of the few people who had given her care and warmth. If it weren't for Gu Cangluan's protection, she might have died in the countless open and secret attacks against her when she was young, and she would not have lived to become an adult, nor would she have waited for her teacher.

Fang Tang respected and appreciated him very much, but she didn't understand why the Sword Master, who was said to have died five hundred years ago, would now appear in the Chengling Underground Palace.

What on earth happened to him?
"To die."

The old man said hoarsely.

Although he did not make any movement, the space behind him was suddenly torn apart. An invisible sword energy a hundred feet high flashed out like lightning, followed by a sharp explosion, and the pressure of death came in an instant.

The tiles along the way cracked into huge marks, and the sword was pointing to Fang Tang at the end.

Fang Tang shouted anxiously, "Grandpa Sword Saint, I am Chengping! Don't you recognize me?"

Gu Cangluan did not respond, so Fang Tang gritted his teeth and had to call out Xuan Yao.

"Buzz!"

The Xuanyao Sword's body suddenly expanded a hundred times, and a dark golden giant sword like a shattered mountain stretched across the front of the sword energy, and the torrent of luck swirled and collided with the sword energy of a hundred feet. The shock wave of the collision dissipated, and the blood pool was stirred up and finally evaporated, like a blood rain.

"This is... Xuan Yao Sword Qi."

Gu Cangluan stood up suddenly, turned back abruptly, and his calm expression was replaced by surprise.

"You are... the current emperor of the Great Zhou?"

Fang Tang said again in a hurry: "Yes, I am. Grandpa Sword Saint, I am Chengping."

Gu Cangluan showed a look of realization. He smiled bitterly and pointed to his ear: "I am not very useful here, please forgive me."

"Can I use voice transmission to enter the secret?"

Fang Tang flew over and stood in front of him, saying in a voice transmission: "Grandpa Sword Saint, I am Chengping."

It was not until then that Fang Tang noticed that Gu Cangluan's complexion was abnormally gray, his eyes were covered with a layer of black cloth, and his entire vitality was very dim.

He doesn't look like Mingwu who is in the eighth level of immortality, but rather like an old man who is about to die.

This time Gu Cangluan finally heard it. His expression changed slightly, revealing a bit of shock.

"Chengping? This voice... does sound like that little girl, but didn't Chengping die five hundred years ago?"

"This is a long story." Fang Tang didn't know how to explain for a moment.

She thought for a moment, then condensed her words: "I was originally going to die, but now the sacred artifact of Linyuan Pavilion, the Flowing Wind and Floating Clouds Book, has chosen me and sent someone to go back in time, using the power of time and space to bring me back to the future five hundred years later."

Gu Cangluan remained silent.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly asked: "Is that person... the current King of Guangling, Fang Weihan?"

Fang Tang's heart trembled: "That's right. How... did you know?"

"Hahaha, it's true." Gu Cangluan smiled, as if he was reminiscing a little, "I met him that year and taught him a few moves, so I can be considered half his master."

"Ah? So you know him?" Fang Tang was surprised.

"yes……"

Gu Cangluan stopped talking.

The old man stood there, like a twisted old tree, bending over with all his strength under the cliff. He was out of tune with the surrounding underground palace and dead city, even though they all appeared in the world thousands of years ago.

Fang Tang asked cautiously: "Your ears and eyes..."

"The life span of an eight-turn Mingwu is no more than 600 years. I have been able to survive until now, and every day of my life span that I have gained is borrowed from the heavens." Gu Cangluan sighed, "And if you borrow from the heavens, you must pay for it."

"A swordsman cannot lose both hands and feet, so I used the second of the five senses." Gu Cangluan smiled nonchalantly, "It's a relief that you came just in time. If it were a few more days, I'm afraid I would have lost even the energy of a warrior."

"After I get out, I will mobilize the whole country to find a miracle medicine for you that can cure your hearing and eyes." Fang Tang's eyes were slightly red.

"Don't waste your time. God's punishment is beyond human control."

Gu Cangluan shook his head slightly, and the tattered pieces of white robe fell off his shoulders like dead leaves and incense ashes.

"Ha... I haven't moved for more than three hundred years, and my clothes have all rotted away. I hope Your Majesty can forgive me." The old man said self-deprecatingly with optimism.

Fang Tang hurriedly said, "How could that be possible... Grandpa Sword Saint, you don't have to be polite to me. In front of you, Chengping will always be just a little girl."

This man was an old minister who had served as General of the Central Army since the time of Emperor Wu Fang Qianyi. He could be called a living fossil of the Zhou Dynasty court and had done her a great favor. How could Fang Tang dare to put on airs?

"And I'm talking about asking Linyuan Pavilion and Xiaoyao Sect for medicine. They have much more experience dealing with the way of heaven than we do, so maybe they have some secret methods." Fang Tang covered her sleeves and pursed her pink lips. "I wonder if Grandpa Sword Saint has heard of... man conquers nature?"

Gu Cangluan slowly brushed off the broken armor on his shoulders and couldn't help laughing: "You are still the same as you were five hundred years ago. It is a blessing for the world to have you as the emperor of our dynasty."

"Grandpa Sword Saint, you are too kind..."

"Okay, follow me."

Gu Cangluan casually took out a broken spear, used the spear as a crutch, and walked slowly forward.

"I haven't asked yet, why did Your Majesty come to this underground palace?"

"You may not know that the Shangyuan Wang family launched a rebellion not long ago. They sent a team of people to Chengling to steal treasures. Xuanzhongwei had no right to enter, so they reported it to me. Chengping has some cultivation skills, so he decided to come and see it in person."

Gu Cangluan sighed softly: "Oh, it's because of this reason."

"So, Grandpa Sword Saint... that group of Bingzhou warriors?"

"Anyone who dares to enter the Martial Emperor's Mausoleum will die." Gu Cangluan said calmly, "Are they the Bingzhou Death Warriors? Their destiny has declined to such an extent that none of them has reached the seventh level of cultivation."

"Thanks to you for killing these criminals, Chengping thanks you very much."

Fang Tang muttered to himself, "Isn't there no level 7? All those who are level 7 have gone to Xiangyang to fight. I'll beat them up. Who would be free to do tomb robbing?"

Gu Cangluan pushed open the magnificent main door of the Taiji Hall, and the decoration inside was exactly the same as the hall in the current Changming Nan Palace.

"Where are we going?" Fang Tang asked, "And... why are you in the Chengling Underground Palace?"

Gu Cangluan did not answer her question, but asked another question without any context:

"Did you know that when Emperor Wu started his army, he was assisted by a master from Linyuan Pavilion?"

Fang Tang frowned and tried to recall: "This... Chengping doesn't know."

Not to mention that she didn't know, I'm afraid almost no one in the Great Zhou would know such a secret. The people of Linyuan Pavilion rarely participated in worldly disputes, let alone assisting Emperor Wu in raising an army, which was a matter of great cause and effect. They were almost unwilling to get involved in anything other than slaying demons and protecting the people.

"We usually call him the military advisor. His planning almost runs through the entire process of Emperor Wu's uprising, including the overall strategy of fighting in the north and south, advancing east and retreating west. Even the great victory of the battle of the back-to-water formation was the work of the military advisor." Gu Cangluan said slowly. The old man's tone was full of nostalgia and longing: "At that time, I was still a personal guard beside Emperor Wu. I followed Emperor Wu and the military advisor to fight the enemy. That was the most hopeful period of my life."

"As for why you don't know him... the reason is very simple." Gu Cangluan sighed, "The military advisor erased all traces of his existence."

Fang Tang was puzzled and asked: "Why?"

"At that time, the country was just beginning to settle down, but the aristocratic families in the court still held great power. The military advisor was about to take action against these parasites, but he was distracted by another major event and was unable to complete it."

"Besides that... it's also because he is a true disciple of Linyuan, who regards merit as dust and profit as dirt."

Gu Cangluan said in a sorrowful voice: "I...may be the last person in the world who remembers the military advisor's peerless elegance."

Fang Tang couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa Sword Saint, what level of cultivation did this military advisor have at that time? How could he accomplish such an incredible feat?"

"Mirror Sky Nine Turns, Shattering the Universe."

The ninth level of Jingtian, this is the same level of cultivation as the master of Linyuan Pavilion. Even in the era when the destiny had not yet faded, it could be called the pinnacle of the world. From the beginning of Hongmeng to the present, there are only a few dozen people who have reached this level.

"That...that big thing is..."

"I don't know." Gu Cangluan said helplessly, "The military advisor seemed to have disappeared suddenly, leaving only a suicide note for Your Majesty. But it must be a matter of life and death that made him abandon the country he founded with his own hands."

"If the military advisor had not left that year, the noble family would not have seized half of our Great Zhou."

Fang Tang stood there for a long time, unable to utter a word.

"What's the name of this military advisor?"

"The military advisor's name is Wei Han, and his Taoist name is Qingwei."

After Fang Tang read it twice, he immediately realized something was wrong.

Wei Han... not cold?
The girl felt a chill on her back and a chill down her spine.

While her mind was racing, Gu Cangluan used his hand as a sword and pointed it at the sloping dome.

"Boom!"

The Tai Chi golden top fell down and turned into a golden bell, which was placed in front of the two people.

"Before the military advisor left, the Emperor Wu asked him for advice: A thousand years later, if the world is about to fall and all living things are in ruins, what should we do? The military advisor replied: In the Chengling Underground Palace, the one who holds the Xuan Yao, the lives of all living things depend on this person."

Gu Cangluan cut his wrist, and the blood of the Eight-Turn Mingwu fell in front of the bell, and the patterns on the bottom of the giant bell instantly lit up.

"There is a clip of Emperor Wu sealed here. Your Majesty can take a look at it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden bell began to hum, and Gu Cangluan retreated outside the palace gate and waited.

Fang Tang took a deep breath. She knew that what she saw was just a silhouette, but she began to straighten her dress.

This is Emperor Wu, her most revered ancestor.

Finally, as Fang Tang stared intently without blinking, golden particles slowly seeped out of the surface of the golden bell, and the particles gradually gathered into the shadow of a tall human figure.

Fang Qianyi in the phantom seemed to be sitting on the dragon throne. Unlike the heroic appearance in ordinary portraits, his hair and beard were all white and his face was old, but there was still some imperial majesty of enterprising spirit between his brows.

"Ancestors..."

Fang Tang felt a lump in his throat and he actually felt like crying.

Finally, Fang Qianyi said slowly: "I don't know who you are, but since you can get Xuan Yao's approval, you must be a very important person to my Great Zhou."

"We don't have much time, so let's make this short."

"When Luojing fell, I replaced the Last Han Dynasty and split Chixiao in two. This move would affect the foundation of the world's destiny and destabilize the movement of my divine energy. I wanted to wipe out the evil party of the aristocratic families and consolidate the destiny of our dynasty. However, I did not expect that the end of the Han Dynasty would trigger a riot in the Demon Abyss in the north. The demonic energy invaded three thousand miles to the south, transformed into demon species, and spread throughout the world."

"All those who have committed murder have had the demon seed enter their bodies. If they are not suppressed, they will turn into demons. By then, the chaos in the world will be beyond control."

"As long as the Great Zhou exists, the foundation of this destiny will never be stable. Establishing a new dynasty can completely solve this problem, but I... don't want to give up the foundation I worked so hard to build."

Fang Tang had never heard of this secret before, and when he heard it for the first time, he was shocked.

She instantly thought of something and her pupils shrank.

Could it be that……

As if he had guessed what Fang Tang was thinking, Fang Qianyi then said:

"Wei Han can use the broken sword of Chixiao to recast the golden bell and rebuild the anchor of destiny to suppress the evil spirits in the world. This process will take a year."

"But the soldiers who followed me in the uprising are the ones who have committed the most sins. The demons will invade them the fastest, and they will be completely transformed into demons within a year."

"I have no choice."

"In the third year of Kaiwu, I organized the troops of the whole country, totaling more than 250,000 people, and launched a northern expedition, determined to completely destroy the foreign races."

Fang Qianyi punched the armrest of the dragon throne, his muscles tensed, veins bulged, and his teeth chattered.

Even though a long time has passed, he is still overcome with sadness and anger when he talks about this incident now.

"The aliens were severely damaged and fled far to the northern desert. On the way back, by the Yinma River, I... sacrificed everyone with blood."

Fang Qianyi was in great pain, his voice trembling, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

He started coughing violently, his lungs gasping like a bellows, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

At this moment, the old emperor's health is visibly deteriorating, and he may not live long.

Fang Qianyi calmed down and continued, "A year later, Wei Han recast the golden bell and placed it on the top of the Taiji Palace. While the Great Zhou is still there, as long as the golden light of Taiji is not extinguished, the evil spirits in the world will no longer cause trouble. If the Great Zhou is gone, the golden bell will be useless, and the disaster will disappear."

"This matter concerns the fate of the world. The fewer people who know about it, the better. Wei Han used the technique of hiding the secrets of heaven by looking at the abyss to deceive the world. But there are still people in the world who can see through the illusion and are not confused by time and space."

Fang Qianyi closed his eyes and uttered two ruthless characters: "Buddhism."

"Buddhists do not commit evil deeds. The five aggregates are empty. Time and space are illusory and cannot confuse the mind. They have heard about the incident at the Drinking Horse River. I must get rid of them."

"In the fifth year of Kaiwu, I destroyed all the temples." Fang Qianyi said in a low voice.

"It is particularly selfish to make such a decision, but all the consequences will be borne by me alone. The right and wrong will be judged by future generations."

"For the sake of our Great Zhou, and for all the people in the world..." Fang Qianyi opened his eyes and looked directly at Fang Tang with his old eyes.

He said earnestly: "...I hope you will protect the Tai Chi Golden Summit."

(End of this chapter)