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Chapter 483 The Past Ending
The site of peace talks in eastern Luoyang.

After Xie Lingwan finished speaking, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Murong Hui suppressed his anger and tried to ease the tension.

"Minister Xie, I'm afraid we..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tuoba Liang burst out with a curse: "Xie Lingwan, are you insane?!"

He stood up, his hand on the hilt of his knife, his muscles bulging, his eyes blazing with fury, looking like a predator.

The pent-up discontent that had been suppressed for so long burst forth at this moment. Fang Weihan’s deliberate suppression and Xie Lingwan’s difficult words were humiliating. Tuoba Liang, as the Chanyu of the Northern Desert, had never suffered such humiliation.
Moreover, even now, he still believes he hasn't lost the war!
One hundred thousand iron cavalrymen still remain, along with over ten thousand heavy cavalry, and the Holy Priest of Chulechuan suffered almost no losses. Although their return route to the grasslands has been cut off, they still control the two prefectures of Ji and Qing, and half of Yu and Xu provinces, still holding half of the Great Zhou's territory. They are not incapable of fighting!
Upon seeing his movement, the guards beside Tuoba Liang immediately gathered around, looking around warily.

"Chanyu, the Great Zhou has gone too far in bullying our grasslands. We can't continue like this," one of them said angrily.

"Yes, Chanyu, we came here to negotiate, and this is their attitude! What's the point of negotiating?"

"Chanyu! We will all listen to you!"

The soldiers of the Great Zhou had already noticed the situation here, and a large number of Changyuan Iron Guards were approaching.

Seeing that the grassland people were showing signs of making trouble, many senior officials left in fear, but Xie Lingwan remained seated calmly, without making a move.

Tuoba Liang's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

At that moment, Murong Hui transmitted his voice: "Shanyu, in my opinion, this negotiation is most likely to fail. We have brought only elite troops, so we can break through. Once we reach ten miles to the north, we will rejoin the main force, and then we will be safe."

"But before that, we need to take some hostages."

Under everyone's gaze, Tuoba Liang's expression suddenly softened, and he waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down.

"Minister Xie, we can talk things over. But taking the lives of my brothers on the grasslands is absolutely out of the question."

"Oh?" Xie Lingwan chuckled. "You agree to everything else?"

“That’s right. In that case, I suggest that the Great Zhou issue a formal document, which I and the tribal elders will then draft…”

Halfway through his sentence, Tuoba Liang's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he suddenly launched an attack, catching everyone off guard.

He drew his sword, leaped up, and pounced on Xie Lingwan, who was ten paces away, like a nimble cheetah.

The change was too fast, and Tuoba Liang was a peak seventh-level Mingwu, so none of the Imperial Guards present could react to his movements. They could only watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to the figure in green. At the same time, Murong Hui, who was prepared, also rushed forward, forming a pincer attack with Tuoba Liang.

At this moment, Tuoba Liang was no longer the kind and amiable man he had been just moments before. He wished he could devour the flesh of this whore who had humiliated him time and time again.

With a roar, Tuoba Liang overturned the table in front of Xie Lingwan, his blade pointing directly at her slender, white neck.

"Qiang!"

A longsword, red with blue accents, lay across his face, while his longsword seemed to strike an iron wall, unable to advance even half an inch further.

Tao Yunjiang flicked her wrist, her sword splitting into two shadows, shooting out from the left and right. Taking advantage of Tuoba Liang's distraction in defending, the girl spun around and raised her leg, delivering an elegant and swift kick to Tuoba Liang's chest.

"Miss Tao! Miss Tao!"

The Changyuan Iron Guards, who had rushed over, cheered when they saw the iconic Qi Cang sword aura.

Xiao Jin emerged from the shadows, forced Murong Hui back with a few sword strikes, and with a few light leaps, landed gracefully beside Tao Yunjiang.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but facepalm and complain, "Is this peace talks? Isn't this Jiang Jiang's fan meeting?"

"It's one thing for the Changyuan Iron Guards to be shouting, but why are the Eastern Palace Guards shouting too! What, are you all convinced that this Princess of Guangling is the one?"

Tao Yunjiang pursed her lips and snorted. Qi Cang twirled his sword and gracefully sheathed it.

"it is good!"

Another round of cheers followed.

Seeing her arrogant demeanor, Xiao Jin was so angry that she gritted her teeth, thinking that she would definitely teach this ignorant and pretentious sister a lesson that night.

"Ling Wan, what do we do next?" Tao Yunjiang asked telepathically. "Should we kill them?"

"Do not."

Xie Lingwan calmly picked up the documents that had fallen from the table, and gently brushed away the dust with a handkerchief in her delicate hand.

Throughout the entire process, the girl's smile remained almost unchanged.

Looking at the ashen-faced people on the grassland in the distance, Xie Lingwan casually tossed her handkerchief to a maid beside her and whispered, "Continue the talk."

"Oh, and Xiao Jin, go and get the table back for me."

Xiao Jin: "?"

……

……

"Clang."

The sword Zhaoyuan slowly sheathed itself, and the star power and blood energy dissipated like quicksand. Fang Weihan pulled out a stone bench and sat opposite Tuoba Liu.

"Let's talk."

"I couldn't ask for more." Tuoba Liu stretched out his hand, his fingers withered and thin like old vines. "Before we talk, Your Highness, please take this."

In his palm was a fang-shaped object stained with mottled blood.

"What is this?"

"Our clan's sacred artifact, the Wolf Fang," Tuoba Liu said, "is a relic from an ancient holy war, and has the ability to shield one from the prying eyes of cause and effect."

"What I am about to say is of great importance, but my old and frail body is no longer able to shield Your Highness from the secrets of Heaven. If Your Highness does not wear this item, you may be punished by Heaven."

Fang Weihan took the wolf tooth, and in just an instant, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his body, and the side effects of cultivating star power for a long time almost completely disappeared.

What Tuoba Liu said was true; this thing is indeed extraordinary.

"Go ahead."

Tuoba Liu coughed heavily twice, and after catching his breath for a moment, he seemed to have regained some strength.

"Does Your Highness know that a great calamity is imminent?"

"I know."

Hearing this information from Tuoba Liu, Fang Weihan had already made some guesses. The three paths—Mirror Heaven Observing Celestial Phenomena, All Spirits Respecting Tree Gods, and Holy Blessings Communicating with Souls—though vastly different in their lineages, all possess the divine ability to predict the future. He knew that both the Lin Yuan Pavilion and the Fan Sheng Temple had plans to deal with the great calamity; there was no reason why the Chule River Society would be completely unaware of this.

The only thing he didn't know was the plan for Chulechuan.

Faced with the impending doom, Lin Yuan Pavilion split into two factions: the Celestial and the Human. The Mortal Temple, however, resolved to preserve the Dao solely through the spirit of Ling Qi. And what about the Chule River?
“I know that Your Highness has been in contact with the Fan Sheng Palace and Lin Yuan Pavilion. They must have told Your Highness some things. Now Your Highness must have some guesses of your own.”

Tuoba Liu pushed over a teacup.

Fang Weihan looked closely and saw that the teacup was empty.

"And what I must tell Your Highness is... that this world has absolutely no chance of surviving this great calamity safely."

Fang Weihan: "...What do you mean?" "Whether it's you, or me, or the Central Plains, or the grasslands." Tuoba Liu lifted the lid of the teapot, and black mist immediately poured out, instantly covering the entire tabletop.

"We will all die in this catastrophe."

Suppressing his surprise and doubt, Fang Weihan asked in a deep voice, "Neither Lin Yuan Pavilion nor Fan Sheng Hall has reached this conclusion, so why are you so sure?"

“The Mirror Heaven is skilled at calculation, and all spirits are adept at listening. But whether it is calculation or listening, they are all just pre-planning.” Tuoba Liu said.

Fang Weihan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the old priest seemed to have a certain disdain for Mirror Heaven and all spirits in his words.

"Fifty years ago, I sensed the restlessness of my soul. So I went to a place." Tuoba Liu raised his hand and summoned a map, his withered, tree-like finger pointing towards the far north.

"The Abyss of Demons is a place where all the turbid currents of the world converge, and also a place where the souls of all the dead wander without entering the underworld."

"Beside the Abyss of Demons, I found a fragment of my soul... or rather, my future self."

Fang Weihan was shocked. He had long heard that Shengzhu's abilities in the realm of souls were extraordinary, but he never expected that he could actually do such an unbelievable thing.

Having a dialogue with one's future soul... this certainly seems to be superior to Jingtian's deductions.

"What did that fragment say?"

"It's not a difficult message to convey; Your Highness, please observe for yourself."

Tuoba Liu waved his hand and summoned a deep blue rhombus-shaped crystal. The crystal shimmered and began to play a video-like image.

It was a chilling purple, with a sky as reddish-purple as a waterfall of blood and a ground as black as congealed lava. Every now and then, meteors trailing eerie flames streaked across the sky.

In this purple world, a cocoon-shaped black shadow hangs upside down in the distant sky. The enormous purple cocoon throbs and pulsates, extending lines of flowing liquid that connect heaven and earth; the shooting stars are flying out from within the cocoon.

The shouts of battle in the background almost drowned out everything, with only the sound of exploding meteors falling to earth briefly drowning them out. Soldiers surged like a tide towards the giant cocoon at the horizon, engaging in fierce combat with countless demonic monsters converging in the distance.

What alarmed Fang Weihan the most were the flags: there were grassland wolf flags, Great Zhou dragon flags, Changyuan Iron Guard flags, and even the flag of Bai Ze, the Eastern Palace Guard...

"boom!"

A deep blue water dragon swept across, stirring up countless walking corpses and demons.

This is……

Fang Weihan was certain that he could not possibly be wrong; there was only one person in the entire world with the Seven Transformations of Water and Five Elements… This was Xie Lingwan’s attack.

Further out on the horizon, he could vaguely see a golden dragon dancing among the purple clouds, its fiery black-gold sword energy scattering across the earth, each strike leaving behind huge ravines tens of meters deep in the ground.

Even more terrifying... he even saw himself in that mirror. In the mirror, Fang Weihan was wielding a long spear, charging at the forefront of the formation, effortlessly unleashing a blood-red storm.

He single-handedly tore a path through the demon army to the giant cocoon.

Strangely, Fang Weihan did not see Xiao Jin and Tao Yunjiang. Logically speaking, they should have been present at such a critical moment of life and death.

"Old priest, old priest... what's wrong?" A panicked voice came from very close, as if it were coming from right next to him.

"No...no..." It was Tuoba Liu's voice, "He's waking up, He's waking up! It's too late, we'll all die!"

The mirror-like surface before him began to tremble violently, the black cocoon burst open, and a black storm that blotted out the sky surged forth. Fang Weihan saw the golden dragon in the distance howling as it crashed to the ground, and the army in front of him was completely swallowed up by the black light. He himself charged directly into the black mist.

The creature inside the cocoon has awakened, but they still don't know what it is.

"What is that thing?"

"Have the Zhou people already fled?"

"Hurry! Hurry! Take the old priest with you!"

A cacophony of shouts filled the background, but Tuoba Liu remained rooted to the spot, sighing sadly, "There's no point in wasting time; it's all too late..."

The video then cuts off.

Snowflakes, like light feathers, fluttered and landed on his shoulders. Fang Weihan frowned, his heart filled with deep doubts.

There are too many suspicious points in the footage just now.

Judging from this situation, it seems that the Great Zhou has already won the war and is now fighting alongside the alien races against the Demon Abyss's rebellion. But what is that black cocoon? How come I've never heard of such a demonic creature before?
In the scene just now, he didn't see Tao Yunjiang and Xiao Jin, nor did he see anyone from Lin Yuan Pavilion or Xiaoyao Sect. It was understandable that Xiaoyao Sect was currently overwhelmed by the East Sea Clan. But where were the people from Lin Yuan Pavilion? Guarding the Demon Abyss was their duty, so why wasn't Jing Tian there?

Although he saw his own reflection, he never saw himself using the Zhaoyuan Sword or the power of the Mirror Heaven. Instead, he was wielding a long spear with powerful blood energy.

Could this be my past life?
No, that's not right either. If we look at his past memories, he should have been killed by Xie Tao long before this, and he wouldn't have lived to this point.

So what exactly is this scene?
Various thoughts filled his mind, and Fang Weihan felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end, as if he were truly seeing this world for the first time.

"What is this?!"

Tuoba Liu did not answer his question, but continued speaking to himself:
"Fifty years ago, when I first arrived in the Abyss of Demons, I found this fragment of a soul. I thought that the nightmare that had plagued me for so long would no longer haunt me, but little did I know... this was just the beginning."

Tuoba Liu shook his head sadly. He raised his hand, and the blue rhomboid mirror crystal poured out like water.

Fang Weihan's pupils suddenly contracted; he could hardly believe his eyes.

The crystals, known as soul fragments, were only the size of a palm, yet they were piled up in layers, almost covering the huge stone table in front of him, and even forming a small mountain on the table.

"A total of one hundred and fifty-three."

Tuoba Liu withdrew his hand, his voice weary, his body gradually hunching over, as if he had suddenly aged decades.

Fang Weihan swallowed hard and asked with difficulty, "...What price is required for the condensation of your soul fragments?"

"My death."

Fang Weihan remained silent; he didn't even need to ask what the other 152 results were. Even the chief priest of the Chule River had died on the battlefield; he didn't think there was anything worthwhile about those results.

"Why were you able to leave behind so many fragments of your soul?"

Tuoba Liu sighed, "Your Highness should have already guessed... Our world is constantly reincarnating. What Your Highness just saw, or what Your Highness remembers, is nothing more than one lifetime in this cycle."

"The sun and moon revolve, time and space are distorted, but the soul remains immortal and unmoved, and the Chule River will forever remain. The Eternal Heaven will respond to our long-cherished wish and preserve the last embers of our souls."

"It can transcend time and space, even as the world changes and the stars shift."

Fang Weihan took a deep breath, looked at Tuoba Liu's eyes covered with a layer of dark veil, and asked:
"I haven't yet asked the priest what exactly that past life memory in my mind is, and how you know it?"

The eagle circled around the peak several times before landing back on Tuoba Liu's shoulder.

The old priest opened his eyes wide, took a small piece of fresh meat from his pocket, and tremblingly fed it to the eagle. The eagle cried out contentedly a few times, folded its wings, and stood quietly. Its deep brown vertical pupils were bright and piercing, staring straight at Fang Weihan.

“Just as Your Highness thinks, that was indeed your past life, or rather, your most recent reincarnation,” Tuoba Liu said. “As for why I know…”

Fang Weihan could clearly hear his own heartbeat. He had a premonition that a mystery that had troubled him for so long, a mystery that Wei Han had never been able to solve for him, would finally have an answer.

"Because of the Earth Soul."

“The earth soul can carry memories of past lives, and Your Highness’s earth soul in this life… was separated by my own hands.”

Fang Weihan suddenly stood up, his gaze flashing, his power fully charged.

"What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)