Peace Order

Chapter 1779 - 75: A Heroic Spirit That Would Swallow the World

"Wasn’t it necessary for the Lord’s handiwork at that time?"

Tu Shengyuan shook his head and said:

"If the world has become one country, why is there a need for this Chaos Divine General List?"

"If the world is at peace, then at that time, the ranking would be merely for merit, like the Lofty Pavilion, where deeds are painted and rewards are discussed. How could it be the Divine General List that we storytellers of the Martial World write?"

"The Chaos Divine General List ends here."

"It is the last scroll in eight hundred years, and also my last scroll in this life. Tu Shengyuan’s life of grandeur and words are exhausted, and I can no longer write anything surpassing this list."

"It’s better to fold the pen and never dip in ink again."

Tu Shengyuan, whose hair has turned white, smiled and said: "Tower Master, today we part ways. If fate allows, I wish to see a storyteller in the peaceful world one day, in the teahouse beside the city lake, telling the story of the Martial World over three hundred years and the flourish of eight hundred years of chaos."

"That would be me."

The World’s First Building’s Guest Elder, Tu Shengyuan, laughed heartily and pushed the door open to leave.

Never to return.

The Divine General List ends here.

And this last Divine General List is considered the "Number One List of Chaos", its weight and the hidden grandeur within it comparable to the first Divine General List.

Beneath that representing the heroes of Qin and Ying.

The top ten generals gallop across the land.

The Third Divine General — The World’s Number One Divine Shooter, who once wielded the war bow, accompanied Jiang Wanxiang in establishing Ying Country’s glorious achievements, opening Western City and the Western Regions route, and with one arrow severed the Turkic Great Khan’s Dharma Form and Qi Fortune’s bond, the Divine General Gao Xiang.

The Fourth Divine General — Famous in youth, traversed the world, master strategist, unmatched talent, martial arts at the realm of Nine-layered Heaven, wielded Golden Winged Great Peng Dharma Form to devour and refine Fei Poison, deep foundation, legendary and expectant, Qin Country’s Mu Hou, Yue Pengwu.

The Fifth Divine General — Daying Kingdom’s Divine Might General, personally trained Tiger Barbarian Cavalry, riding thousands of miles at night, annihilated Tuyuhun’s Divine General Yuwen Lie, though losing an arm, his spirit unyielded, even advanced half a step in realm.

The Sixth Divine General — Wears mechanical face masks, skilled in battle halberd and archery, particularly adept at stirring the opponent’s Divine General mindset on the battle formation, identity and name hidden, Qilin Army Divine General, regrettably his martial arts, though high, were never fully displayed.

The Seventh Divine General — Daying Kingdom’s Divine General, mature and steady, calm and grim, He Ruoqinhu.

The Eighth Divine General — Just turned twenty, similar in age to Prince Qin, yet already ranked among the top ten in the world, Lord of Western City, Innate Dharma, ranked as Duke, Li Zhaowen.

The Ninth Divine General — Rose from obscurity, roamed the chaotic world, endured a hundred battles unyielded, once confronted all top ten Divine Generals, although repeatedly defeated, repeatedly vomited blood, yet never retreated, Divine General Yue Qianfeng.

The Tenth Divine General — Ying Country’s Great General, charged across numerous battlefields, like a pillar, renowned general, Eighth Layer Heaven realm Qin Yulong.

The world believes that the Tenth Divine General should be chosen among Xiao Wuliang, Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu, Qin Yulong, Chen Wenmian, but Chen Wenmian is formidable, yet has not breached the barrier between Seven-layered and Eighth-layered Heaven.

Xiao Wuliang lost an arm, the lord was slain, the Wolf King’s matter greatly affected his achievements.

Duan Qingyu, though his realm is above Chen Wenmian, realistically, this Southwest Prince has stayed too long in the peaceful land of Southwest Jiuli, already somewhat out of sync with the harsh chilling style of battle generals in the Central Plains.

It’s generally acknowledged that the Eighth-layered Heaven’s Duan Qingyu, if confronted with the Seven-layered Heaven’s peak Chen Wenmian, his victory rate would be below forty percent, of course, if Duan Qingyu can bring along the Southwest Auspicious rolling dumpling to battle, it would probably even the odds.

Provided this Southwest Auspicious isn’t led astray by delicacies, losing direction.

Chen Wenmian is merely young, limited to achievements and martial arts, otherwise could advance further, also ranking among the world’s top ten.

In the end, after searching high and low, the various Divine Generals have their outstanding aspects, and also their flaws, instead it’s Qin Yulong who has meritorious deeds, though without significant achievements, yet also no mistakes, that claims the position of the world’s tenth general.

Tu Shengyuan spent much effort to write this Divine General List, consulting archives, yet the more effort he expended, the more desolate he felt—

In just a few short years, too much has happened, Wolf King Chen Fubi died in battle, Turkic Great Khan dead, the original grassland’s foremost archer Zhebie, three years ago, died under the Sword Madman’s one sword when leaving seclusion.

Lu Youxian opened the city gates in surrender and committed suicide for the country.

Chen Tianqi exhausted vitality, perished in the grassland.

These Divine Generals who once galloped across, regarded with awe in this era of winds and storms, courageous and decisive, competing in contemporary times, yet each withered away on the eve of the peace battle.

Clearly peace was near, yet one by one, they died in battle.

Like the long night.

The sky full of stars once illuminated for a time, yet all fell.

Thus the night deepens, darker.

Thus the night is destined to dawn.

Only before the final day rises, fully illuminating the land, is the last darkest period. Tu Shengyuan felt he could still witness the day of a peaceful world.

Yue Qianfeng gazed at the names on the Divine General List with joyful delight, intending to hang this Divine General List as a treasured collection for future generations, only to find that among the top ten Divine Generals, Ying Country and Qilin Army each occupy five.

The two World’s Number One Divine Generals.

Each possesses four renowned generals.

Indeed, even this Divine General List itself seems to transform into a battlefield, words like swords, spears, and halberds clash against each other fiercely, making one instinctively hold their breath.

Merely words, yet they can convey the spirit of sword and saber confrontation, refusing to yield to one another; merely words, yet they faintly reveal the overwhelming ambition to conquer the world.

Yue Qianfeng looks at this scroll of the Divine General List, as if witnessing the illustrious generals of the world, coming and going, long spears and sharp blades clashing repeatedly, taking turns to appear and exit, feeling his blood stirred, sighing heroically, saying: "The day of peace in the world is not far away."

"The final battle will be the most exceptional in eight hundred years."

"In this battle, I must serve as the vanguard, leading the charge among heroes."

"Even if I perish, I shall have no regrets!"

...

Li Guanyi puts down the Divine General List, casually closing it, not holding it in high regard anymore. Next to him, Mr. Po Jun glanced over this list, slightly surprised in his heart.

The weight of this Divine General List, rather than being a ranking compiled by people of the Martial World, seems to hint at the grand momentum of the world.

Brimming with grandeur, standing based on Prince Qin and military god, it has already surpassed the evaluations of the Martial World, focusing solely on battle achievements and martial prowess.

Seeing this list is like seeing the world, like seeing a hundred thousand troops arrayed in confrontation on the battlefield.

Renowned generals contend.

Fierce and turbulent.

Mr. Po Jun clicked his tongue in admiration: "Indeed, there is talent and insight, knowing to rank my lord first."

Indeed, not amateurish, with insight!

I, Po Jun recognize you.

Li Guanyi, however, said: "Sir, you also know, the situation has reached this point, this Divine General List is ultimately just empty fame."

Po Jun looked at Prince Qin, his smile slightly restrained.

"The lord will surely win in the end."

Li Guanyi held the Jiuli Warlord Sword, his fingers leisurely brushed over the ink-black but subtly golden-flecked blade, listening to the sword’s song near his ear, saying: "In the final battle of the world, only the victor is qualified to be listed, for now, this Divine General List is merely worth a glance."

"The World’s First Building probably considered this and did not distinguish between first and second place."

"In terms of sheer strength, I’m not as good as Jiang Su."

"His leadership is unmatched in this era, his martial prowess is second only to Grandpa, but the grand momentum and victory of the world don’t just depend on the superficial things; for the final battle, both of us must give our all."

Po Jun confidently stated: "But rising from obscurity, to contend among emperors and kings, he is far inferior to my lord."

"He is only older than you, my lord."

"If it were a confrontation of the same age, he certainly wouldn’t be better than you, my lord."

Li Guanyi smiled wryly, saying: "How can you calculate like that?"

"The final battle is about the world, it’s a contest of national power and foundation. Such a great war will not start easily, even if Ying Country wishes to end this conflict before we can fully unleash our foundation."

"It is not possible to start the war immediately."

"Our time is limited, we must make good use of the brief period before the war begins, to rest and recuperate, to store up energy."

"Dong——"

Li Guanyi’s hand grasped the sword hilt, his aura vast and surging, like a great sun traversing the sky, yet completely controlled, restrained, the realm of Martial Arts Legend just before him, as if a single step could break through.

Pacify Chen Country, shatter the Turkic.

Fulfill one’s own Tao.

The momentum of a divided world has already formed.

The immense Qi Fortune has long entered his body.

The Nine Provinces Tripod within roars and trembles, far surpassing every previous instance.

Li Guanyi slowly exhaled a breath.

Time to forge the tripod!