One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 451 Mythological Biography
Deep within the earth, there sat a person, the earth itself like a person sitting there. His body was as large as a mountain, and above his head was not the thick black clouds that filled the sky at that time, but a yellowish-brown expanse, shaped like a dome, yet with a yellowish, fluid earthy texture surging about.

This was due to the magical light emanating from the giant. The soil around him was no longer in its original form; it resembled water or clouds.

Before the giant was a vast, black ocean, within which firelight flickered. A whirlpool swirled, and a gigantic ring could be vaguely seen rotating. The black ocean flowed along with the ring, and the firelight was wrapped around it.

The firelight there was the flame from the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp, and the Yin-Yang Ring constantly attracted and absorbed this primordial magnetic power, continuously refining it.

The giant sitting there was Zhao Fuyun's second nascent soul clone. His body was filled with magical light, and his fingers formed hand seals, sending out beams of magical light that fell into the ring and formed marks.

Three days later, he exhaled a deep breath, and a magnificent incantation resounded throughout the space.

"The Great Void decree: Yin collapses and Yang is suppressed; reality and illusion are uncertain. By decree!"

The void trembled amidst the chanting, but after the chant ended, the entire space instantly froze. The giant reached out, and a huge ring flew out from the black ocean, then shrank continuously, trying to slip onto the giant's hand.

The giant also shrank, from its original mountain-like size to the size of a normal person, with an earthy yellow face and a heavy aura.

He looked up at the yellowish-brown sky, and his eyes shone with a yellow light. The sky seemed to open up under his gaze, revealing the dark sky outside.

Then he leaped up, his body transforming into a cloud of earthy yellow smoke, swirling up a mysterious and brilliant lamp, and soaring towards the sky.

A billowing yellow smoke rose from the earth and transformed into a gigantic figure in the sky. The giant, with flowing sleeves and an earthen-yellow body, flicked his sleeves, and a lamp flew out, instantly illuminating the entire world.

The lamps were moving away in one direction, their light dazzling and illuminating the earth, startling all the creatures on earth who looked up at the sky.

The light shone on some cave dwellings, startling the cultivators inside. Humans, corpses, and demons all exclaimed, "Crimson Flame?"

They looked up at the sky and saw a dazzling light that quickly disappeared into the distance, like a golden divine bird. The light flashed for a moment and then it was gone.

After Taishan Warrior emerged from the earth and determined his direction, he headed in one direction and plunged into the earth, which rippled before him like water.

He silently slipped into it, but the entire land seemed to surge like waves. The originally static land suddenly began to move, as if blown by some invisible wind. The land undulated like waves, but it quickly subsided.

He was heading to the capital.

However, the capital city was not as dark as other places at this time.

Some people may think that the dark world is pitch black, but in this world, there are all kinds of light sources. Although they are very weak, they make those faint lights appear so beautiful in this darkness.

Above the capital, there was a radiant light. No one knew when this light appeared, but when people in the capital looked up, they felt that there was something within that radiant light.

Meanwhile, the people in the capital city discovered at some point that everything beyond the city was shrouded in darkness. Less than a hundred miles from the city, all they could see in the sky were thick clouds, and although there was some faint light in the distant mountains, people dared not approach them.

Over the years, the population of the capital city has decreased significantly.

There were no large numbers of dead people, but while many elderly people died, few children were born.

Of course, the entire capital city seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation.

In the entire capital, the two brightest places are the Imperial Palace and the Star-Picking Tower. However, the Imperial Palace is now quiet and deserted. Occasionally, people come and go, but it seems even more desolate and mysterious.

The light inside the palace, like the magnificent radiance in the sky, was cold, profound, and mysterious.

Inside the Star-Picking Tower, however, everything was bathed in blue and white light. Some say that the Imperial Advisor inside the Star-Picking Tower plucked stars from the sky and hid them in his tower, which is why the stars in the sky disappeared.

Recently, it has been observed that people are constantly entering the Star-Picking Tower.

Those people came from the dark void outside the capital, carrying magical treasures or magical light.

The once quiet Zhaixing Tower suddenly became noisy overnight. The tower was brightly lit, and the sounds of drinking drifting out from it gave this seemingly dying city a touch of life.

However, some people in the city noticed that there was a steady stream of people heading to the Star-Picking Tower, and some even heard that people announced their sects and names when they entered the tower.

Each cave, each mountain, each sect, each school, or perhaps a certain stream, a certain river, a certain valley.

Most of the people who came were alone, without any disciples or followers, and they wore various kinds of robes and monastic garments.

Suddenly, a man appeared on the land a hundred miles outside the city. He wore an earth-yellow robe and had an earth-yellow face. In the darkness, he emitted an earth-yellow light.

Beneath his feet, the earth seemed to undulate, rippling like waves beneath his feet.

Then, he took a step and disappeared, reappearing at the Star-Picking Tower. On this day, Zhao Fuyun's second Nascent Soul cultivator, the Mount Tai Warrior, arrived in the capital.

Upon arriving here, Zhao Fuyun learned that everyone who came here was summoned by Tiandu Mountain.

Through the Taishan Warrior, he met one of the three former Golden Core Ancestors of Tiandu Mountain, now a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Feng Lei Zhenjun.

When Zhao Fuyun first met Fenglei Zhenjun, he sensed the vast and boundless wind and thunder magic aura emanating from him.

Although there was no wind or thunder where the Taishan Warrior stood, the aura emanating from the Wind and Thunder True Lord was vast and majestic, almost like a celestial phenomenon.

The Wind and Thunder True Lord in his eyes had an aged appearance, yet he exuded a strong sense of majesty.

Zhao Fuyun's Taishan Warriors didn't just arrive; they had been there for some time. However, they hadn't come to the Zhaixing Tower or come within a hundred miles of the capital. Instead, they were on a distant mountain, watching as people continued to come to the Zhaixing Tower.

The people arriving one by one in the darkness made him feel as if he were in chaos. These people, who came from afar and emerged from the dark mist, seemed to be innate beings born from chaos, attending some kind of gathering.

He felt he was witnessing myths and history, and that he himself would be a part of this mythical history.

Perhaps in later generations there will be legends that in the dark and chaotic times between heaven and earth, primordial beings were summoned to the Star Tower to jointly slay the demon god.

"Over the years, I have clashed with him in secret many times. Although he has never left the palace, all my methods have been silently neutralized by him. Did you see that ball of light in the sky? There is something in there."

"What?" asked the Taishan Hercules.

"I don't know." Feng Lei Zhenjun stood on the Zhaixing Tower and looked up at the sky.

"Don't know?" Taishan Hercules asked again.

"Yes, I don't know, but I do know that what's inside is very dangerous, very dangerous, so I want to destroy it." Feng Lei Zhenjun clearly hasn't figured out what's inside yet.

However, Feng Hongshi, who was far away in Tiandu Mountain, knew that the one in the palace was destroying the great formation that the Great Zhou had established since its founding. Destroying the formation was not the goal; the goal was to overthrow the entire world.

“I am already very happy that Junior Brother Feng asked you to come. Moreover, he has gathered the legacy and influence of all those who have cultivated in Tiandu Mountain since the sect was established. He has almost given his all to help. Even if Junior Brother Feng hadn’t come, I would have blamed him.”

Zhao Fuyun knew that these people who came had a connection with Tiandu Mountain over the years, and he even saw people from Lishan among them, but he did not go over to greet them.

"In that case, let's get started," Zhao Fuyun's Taishan Warrior said solemnly.

"In three days."

Three days later.

Suddenly, a burst of magical light surged up from the Star-Picking Tower. The light split into two streams, one heading towards the palace and the other towards the cluster in the sky.

Within the two beams of light were the escape lights of two groups of people.

A great battle, in the long river of time, is nothing more than a wave rising and falling, fleeting and gone in an instant. To later generations, they are legends, myths, or just an insignificant name in a certain great battle, or even have no name at all.

But for the people at this moment, it is their life, an end, or a new beginning.

If there is a future generation, and if people in future generations know about what happened today, perhaps there will be myths and biographies:

In ancient times, dark clouds obscured the sun.

As humanity withers, a divine being seeks the sun.

In the darkness, there are gods and immortals who have established a kingdom, providing a place for people to rest and recuperate.

A demon descended from beyond the heavens and possessed the human emperor's body.

[A divine being, summoned by Tiandu Mountain, traversed darkness and crossed mountains and seas to arrive, where he fought against the demons atop the imperial city. Just as the battle was raging and the Heavenly Gate was about to open, a divine being reached out and drew a circle in the sky, locking the void.]

[In the Zhou imperial palace, a demon emperor wielded a sword and battled wind and thunder in the city streets. Before long, the wind dispersed and the thunder vanished.]

A sacred mountain broke through the dark clouds and appeared in the sky. Within the mountain were clusters of palaces, majestic and mysterious, intended to guard the imperial city. Suddenly, darkness, like a surging tide, engulfed the sacred mountain.

(End of this chapter)