Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 315 - 191: The Truth of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty and Dreamscape, Despair and Hope, The One Who Returns to Darkness (Part 2)

"The Emperor kneels at the ruins of the Celestial Palace, burning himself, dying and vanishing, washing away the polluted civilization in the boundless darkness, the endless night..."

Speaking as if in a trance, Zhang Qiren seemed to be dreaming, as if the voice traversed thousands of years, using his mouth to speak out again on this rainy night, on this street, in this speeding vehicle!

In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo frowned, carefully noting down every sentence.

"...The emperor of the Nine Kingdoms in the boundless darkness, the endless night, washes away the polluted civilization.

"Sometimes there is blood like a tsunami, drowning the land, cleansing the impure creatures.

"Sometimes there are pills like meteors, falling from the sky, shattering pavilions and towers.

"Sometimes mountains and seas turn into symbols, killing intent fills the heavens, withering endless vegetation.

"Sometimes the Cyan Dragon soars, roaring loudly, its voice shifting sun, moon, and stars.

"Sometimes Meng Die dances, winding around history books, capturing history into dreams."

Bai Mo listened carefully, comprehending roughly...

The emperors of the Nine Kingdoms of old, in the final moments of war, when defeat was imminent, ignited themselves, using a grand act to cleanse the earth, slaughtering all beings, washing away the polluted civilization, and sealing that segment of history into dreams, rendering it from reality to illusion.

In the carriage, Zhang Qiren continued.

"The disaster has not disappeared!

"This dream cannot forever imprison the disaster.

"The emperors of the Nine Kingdoms did not truly eliminate the disaster... they just secured a restart opportunity for the Human Race, securing ten thousand years for humanity.

"Illusions eventually vanish.

"The specific timing of the vanishing is within a century, hard to predict, maybe in the next moment, maybe in ten years.

"By then, lost history will return. Fallen Immortals will walk the world again, disaster will return as well."

In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo’s mind was momentarily dazed.

"The former emperors of the Nine Kingdoms washed away the polluted civilization on earth, transforming the disaster from reality to illusion, leading it into dreams.

"What they hoped for was that humanity would develop a new civilization?

"That this new human civilization could, in millions of years, cope with the returning Fallen Immortals and disaster?

"In the endless night, in the dilapidated ruins, they burned themselves, choosing to entrust hope to those who came after?

"But, it seems our civilization’s technological tree isn’t quite skilled in this aspect..."

In fact, everyone knows that the existing civilization still cannot match the Ancient Immortal Dynasty in dealing with disaster and Fallen Immortals. The time the emperors fought for, the civilization restart, in the end, only results in deeper darkness, greater despair.

Then Zhang Qiren said again.

"The nine emperors each left a seed of fire.

"Among them, the seed of fire on the Array Path is that Dream Grass, it’s the Dream Origin and Golden Inscription hidden within!

"That is high-sequence text, which I cannot understand yet.

"But... there is at least a glimmer of hope."

Zhang Qiren let out a bitter smile.

Seed of fire?

Bai Mo was slightly stunned.

Does each path have a seed of fire?

Where is the seed of fire on the Alchemy Path?

Then in the carriage, Zhang Qiren lowered his head, glanced at his phone.

Nine fifty-five.

Then looked at the map.

The location is less than ten kilometers from the roast duck shop, from the alley store he is very familiar with.

"Is it almost there?"

He suddenly spoke.

"I won’t go to the roast duck shop.

"Going to the roast duck shop, joining the Immortal Technique Committee, violates my Ancient Immortal Master’s will.

"Most likely, the Ancient Immortal won’t kill me, but won’t teach me Array knowledge anymore, won’t help me advance. My path in Array Dao would be declared over.

"I want to follow what the Master says, go to the Dark World. I want to continue learning Array knowledge, to continue advancing.

"Perhaps one day, when I advance to a high enough level, I can understand that Golden Inscription, I can take over the fire left by the former emperors!"

In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo paused momentarily but soon understood Zhang Qiren’s meaning.

Then Zhang Qiren continued self-soliloquizing.

"In three or four minutes, this vehicle should reach the roast duck shop, right?

"The shop has senior brother, has the roast duck and beer prepared by him for me.

"Has the treatment and life he negotiated for me.

"After eating this roast duck meal, I will become an expert in the Immortal Technique Committee, able to earn a decent salary, marry a beautiful wife, have a child. In leisure time, I can drink beer with senior brother, research mathematics with him in free time. Maybe we can still make breakthroughs in mathematics?

"But I don’t want to go to the roast duck shop anymore.

"I know, going to join the Dark World this time, I might undergo numerous dangers, might do many dirty things, bad things.

"And even if I listen to the Ancient Immortal, I may not walk the advancement path well. Maybe my talent is insufficient, stuck forever at Sequence Seven, maybe at some step in the path, I become a ghastly monster.

"The road ahead is bright and warm, the road behind is dark and muddy.

"But I still want to turn back.

"Because deep in the darkness and mud, perhaps one can find fire."

In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo did not speak.

Just leaned against the sofa back, picked up the teacup, and gently sipped.

Seeing Zhang Qiren, indeed he had thought deeply.

"This time I’m going to the Dark World, the true motive cannot be known by anyone.

"It’s best if the whole world thinks I’m a self-indulgent bandit.

"Best if all Ancient Immortals think I’m a coward afraid of Ancient Immortals.

"Even my senior brother can’t know the truth."

Saying this, Zhang Qiren raised his hand, wiped away his tears.

"I have disappointed him once more.