After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"We have rice and meat, dare you come and eat?"

The merchant scoffed.

"Sure, this isn't the first time I've eaten at this place."

The scene changed again.

The scene shows a group of soldiers in haphazardly made armor leading a group of Han Chinese, muttering things like "two-legged sheep".

The scene then changes again.

Zhou Yan witnessed famine stretching for miles, with people reduced to beasts, and saw the nobles of the dynasty feasting on meat and wine. He asked the common people, "Why don't you eat meat porridge?"

This drew continuous laughter.

Seeing the land annexation in various dynasties, the people could no longer survive and ultimately had no choice but to rebel.

Scene after scene, dynasty after dynasty, countless people passing through, yet one theme remains clear.

That is the contempt of meat-eaters.

Those who held high positions in feudal and slave times did not regard people as human beings. Don't you see that any official who was honest and upright could be recorded in history books? This is because if all the high-ranking officials in a feudal dynasty were killed, there would certainly be innocent ones. But if ten were killed and one was released, there would certainly be some who escaped.

Therefore, when a dynasty prospers, the people suffer; when a dynasty falls, the people suffer.

Every paragraph in the history books is filled with descriptions of cannibalism.

But this is not what Wenquxing wanted to show Zhou Yan.

As Zhou Yan observed all this, he addressed the historical figures, civil officials, and military generals who were constantly coming and going around him.

"Grandpa Ye, is what you want to tell me about hope?"

A soft chuckle.

The historical scenes that came and went around us began to fade away.

Those with evil in their hearts will naturally see only evil, while those with compassion in their hearts will see only good.

When Zhongdou Xingjun saw the dynasty fall, he simply said it was because the people's hearts were united, and that this was to be expected.

When Wenquxing saw the five thousand years of history of the Eastern Xia Kingdom, he felt that the times were always moving forward.

From tribal systems to slavery, from slavery to feudalism, from feudalism to constitutional monarchy, and now to democracy.

Human civilization, culture, and understanding of life are constantly advancing. Social phenomena that were once taken for granted can no longer be seen in the light of day.

Therefore, Wenquxing wanted to tell Zhou Yan that Zhou Yan could hate individuals, hate groups of people, and even want to destroy certain human organizations, but he should not be disappointed in humanity.

Humanity has always been striving forward.

The images surrounding Zhou Yan completely vanished, and a book with black background and white text floated in front of him.

Zhou Yan took the book; the cover had two large characters written on it: "A Thousand Autumns".

Zhou Yan opened the first page, which contained two lines of text.

"As time goes by, future generations will judge our merits and demerits."

Zhou Yan turned to the next page of the book, which contained history from the Qin and Han dynasties to the present day, without mentioning any figures. As a result, Zhou Yan could see that the history of the Eastern Xia Federation was steadily progressing.

The awakening of public consciousness and the expansion of knowledge—all of these require a century or a millennium as a benchmark to see the enormous gap between eras.

As time goes by, history will judge his merits and demerits.

Zhou Yan turned to the last page, which was alive. Inside was Zhao Wenhe, who had just ascended the throne and was beginning to deal with the problems left by the previous emperor.

The God of Literature instructed Confucius to stun Zhao Wenhe, rendering him unable to think or resist. Then, the Mirage Dragon created a dream, distorting Zhao Wenhe's self-perception to a certain extent before pulling him into the dream.

Then Wenquxing unleashed his literary energy, using it to shape an era and create millions of people with their own thoughts to accompany Zhao Wenhe in a dream.

This dream combines the Wenquxing's control over historical context, and the Dragon King-level mirage dragon is so realistic that it's indistinguishable from the real thing—no, it's a condensation of illusion into reality, which is the real innate divine power. With the two superimposed, Zhao Wenhe enters the dream. She forgets that she possesses the Peach Blossom Divine Spell, forgets that she is the Plague God, and only remembers that she is the Son of Heaven, the Great Righteous Emperor, and must save her country.

That's the end of it all.

With the fall of the Wenqu Star, Zhao Wenhe no longer used the Peach Blossom Divine Spell and the Plague Department's divine authority to kill people. Instead, he obtained a piece of the Wenqu Star's accumulated literary lineage from a thousand years ago, as well as the "Thousand Autumns" that sealed Zhao Wenhe.

Confucius walked towards Zhou Yan, and the sage of literature spoke in a muffled voice.

"To die for the sake of all living beings, if one were a disciple of a certain family, one should be told that one died a worthy death, and could face heaven and earth without shame."

Zhou Yan gave a miserable smile, feeling a pang of sorrow in his heart.

Can one face heaven and earth with a clear conscience?

What's the use of saying such nice things if the person is still dead?

The living are more important than any honor.

In this world, bad people run rampant, while good people...

"What are you so sad about? The God of Literature isn't dead!"

A sound came from the side, and Zhou Yan and Confucius turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

Ten meters away, beside a meteorite crater, stood Zhongdou Xingjun, wearing black sunglasses, his face full of undisguised disdain.

Zhou Yan asked in surprise.

"The God of Literature isn't dead?"

Didn't Wenquxing use his self-sacrifice skill to seal Zhao Wenhe just now?

Zhongdou Xingjun nodded.

"True gods all possess divine status, and as long as their divine status remains, they are immortal. The Wenqu Star's divine status was intact, so how could he have died?"

Zhongdou Xingjun clenched his fingers.

"Let the old man do the math. Hmm, in thirty years, Wenquxing will be able to... Hmm? That old fellow actually managed to hold off Wuquxing for the last few years... Now it'll be fifty or sixty years?"

Zhongdou Xingjun lowered his hand, looked at Zhou Yan who was hesitant, and said sarcastically.

"That kid from the Ye family has been a slut since he was a child, and he's best at manipulating the hearts of innocent young girls. Do you really think that the Ye family kid just told you so much and acted so convincingly that he was calmly facing death and had the air of a born hero?"

"The kind of person he is, if he really wants to die, if he really wants to show his heroism, he would never let you know. He would find an opportunity to secretly go and die. He would never put on so much of a show."

There was silence on Zhou Yan's end.

Zhongdou Xingjun spat again.

"Little guy, do you believe it or not? If you were a beautiful young girl, and that Ye family boy did this to you, and then came back later and said a few words to you, you'd be sleeping with him that night?"

Confucius stroked his chin and said.

"This is quite a fresh take on the hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress trope?"

Zhongdou Xingjun cursed angrily.

"Yes, that's the Ye family kid's specialty when it comes to picking up girls. The more you admire him now, the easier it will be for him to trick you into bed later."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhou Yan seemed to have heard that Wenquxing was very good at picking up girls, so was he just picked up by Wenquxing?

Oh shit……

Just now, Zhou Yan felt complicated and upset, and he also thought that Wenquxing was a true hero.

Zhongdou Xingjun left, cursing and swearing.

Zhou Yan watched Zhongdou Xingjun walk away into the distance. After he could no longer see Zhongdou Xingjun, Zhou Yan looked at Confucius beside him. Confucius stared in the direction Zhongdou Xingjun had left and asked in confusion.

"Unlike a feint, they really left."

Zhou Yan asked in confusion.

"He really left? Wasn't he here to steal 'Eternal Autumn'?"

Zhou Yan gripped the Qianqiu tightly in his hand. Before his death, Wenquxing had considered the matter of Zhongdouxingjun and had instructed Confucius to protect Zhou Yan and the others, so that Zhongdouxingjun would not be able to benefit from the conflict between the two.

Zhou Yan was afraid that Zhongdou Xingjun would come and snatch this "Thousand Autumns".

Nine-tailed fox Su Xiaowan came out, and the little fox squinted her eyes as she guessed.

"Was this old codger watching Wenquxing show off outside from the beginning, and then couldn't stand it anymore, so he came out to expose him? And now that he's done, he's left?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhou Yan remembered that Zhongdou Xingjun used to hang out with Xiao Yanjun and Wenquxing. This guy must have seen Wenquxing use the same trick to cheat girls countless times in the past.

So, just now, Zhongdou Xingjun was watching Wenquxing's Oscar-winning acting skills through the expressions of the subway, the elderly, and his mobile phone, but later he couldn't hold back anymore...

Wow, Wenquxing, you're really something! You've even forced the hidden big boss to jump out and confront you.

Final Chapter: Ling Mountain

That night.

Top floor of the Capitol Building, Zhongzhou City.

The Eastern Dipper Star Lord stood on his altar, gazing at the heavens.

The city of Zhongzhou is brightly lit at night, and the sky is a deep blue, so normally you can't see the stars. But Dongdou Xingjun, as a true god, can see the countless stars hidden behind the sky at a glance.

For this reason, Dongdou Xingjun's mouth slowly opened wide, and then he took out his phone and dialed the phone of Qinglong, who was in the East Sea worrying about how to open Penglai.

……

East China Sea.

The Four Divine Beasts stood on an aircraft carrier, while dozens of demigod-level awakened beings stood together, pointing and gesturing towards the East China Sea.

Since discovering that the culprit was on Penglai Island, the four divine beasts have used all their connections and resources to find someone to open up Penglai Island.

But one demigod after another, one big shot after another came and went, each expressing their inability to help.

So far, there hasn't been a single method proposed that allows access to Penglai Island.

That's how terrifying the forbidden zones for humans are.

Qinglong, who was standing in a corner sighing, suddenly had his phone ring. He took it out and saw that it was Dongdou Xingjun calling. He answered it casually.

The panicked voice of the Eastern Dipper Star Lord rang out.

"Lin Qingxuan, I... I observed the celestial phenomena and the blood-red demonic aura around the Big Dipper has dissipated. This great plague should be over."

Qinglong nearly crushed his phone.

"Really? Don't talk nonsense!"

“I asked a few Awakened Ones stationed in Dragon City, and they checked and said that the death toll has stopped.”

Azure Dragon immediately went to find the other three divine beasts and told them about the Eastern Dipper Star Lord.

The three divine beasts immediately contacted their connections and the personnel stationed in several key cities. An hour later, news that made everyone ecstatic came out.

Those inexplicable diseases that caused mass deaths have disappeared.

Inside the conference room, an excited Xuanwu stood up and slammed his hand on the steel conference table, leaving behind the imprint of the powerful figure's three-part vows.

"It must be Ye An."

Xuanwu excitedly pounded the conference table with his fist, leaving large dents in it.

"I knew that old bastard Ye An was up to no good by staying out of the mountains all this time. Look at Zhao Wen and the Plague God, they sound like such powerful true gods, but they were betrayed by that old bastard."

The other mythical beasts nodded in agreement.

They all knew that Ye An had entered Penglai, but they also knew that Ye An, the Wenqu Star, was not very good at fighting, while Zhao Wenhe, as a righteous god, was probably difficult for the Wenqu Star to contend with.

Who knew that the God of Literature would actually suppress Zhao Wenhe? Whether Zhao Wenhe is dead or not is unknown, but since he has stopped killing, Zhao Wenhe must have been afraid of the God of Literature.

Suzaku sighed.

"Back then, when we joined forces to force the federal government to step down, I was already feeling uneasy. That old fox Wenquxing, just like those intellectuals, loved to use underhanded tactics and sabotage people from behind. In the end, we won, and some of my subordinates even instigated me to continue seizing power from the federal government, and then..."

Zhuque shook her head.

“I held back. Looking back now, if we had really not held back at all, Zhao Wenhe would have ended up like us.”

The other three true gods nodded.

Qinglong's phone rang again. The caller ID showed Dongdou Xingjun. Qinglong curiously clicked on it, and Dongdou Xingjun's voice filled the entire conference room.

"I, I, I seem to see the starlight of Wenqu Star dimming, no longer as vibrant as before. It seems that Wenqu Star has fallen."