Chapter 279 The Land of No Sun

The Land of No Sun in the Nine Hells.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were open, gazing at the Nine Hells.

His open eyes signified day in the Nine Hells, while his closed eyes meant the coming of night.

His breath was the wind and rain.

Throughout the long ages, Zhu Jiuyin sustained this city of the dead. His godly patience allowed him to maintain its stability. He usually only left the Nine Hells via incarnations to travel to the outside world. At this moment, he silently stared at the shard of Heaven sealed in the deepest part of the Nine Hells.

Suddenly, a whistling sound tore through the air from afar.

The instant the sound erupted, something crashed down with tremendous force.

Zhu Jiuyin subconsciously turned his gaze.

Huh?!

…

Xiang Hongyu's wounds had been bandaged.

Xiang Hongbao still couldn't understand how he had summoned Wei Yuan while he was worshipping Zhurong.

And after Wei Yuan appeared, why did he start fighting with his elder brother?

His skin wasn't particularly thin.

He was about to brazenly push forward and ask what was going on.

But then the two old men who were watching the excitement while eating melon seeds exchanged glances.

A moment later.

Xiang Hongbao was unceremoniously tossed out.

Xiang Hongyu looked at Wei Yuan, and after a moment of silence, said, "Why did you teach me that spear technique?"

"We should be enemies, right?"

To be honest, Xiang Yu, in both his past and present lives, relied entirely on instinct. He trusted his own judgment implicitly, which allowed him to be undefeated until he met another legend of military strategy. This was almost a natural ability. Wei Yuan looked at Xiang Yu, whose eyes were burning as he stared at him, and seemed to see the untamed Overlord of the past. He said:

"Perhaps we are enemies... but hatred must eventually end."

Wei Yuan told himself this, but when he closed his eyes, he could still see the past.

The burning city of Xianyang, the eight thousand Jiangdong soldiers who ultimately died in the war, the desperate Overlord who committed suicide, Liu Bang who was joyful yet complicated after his victory. These once vivid and bright scenes had gradually faded in the two thousand years of time, washed away by life, death, and the years. Only he remained standing in this era.

The experiences of the past, the grievances of a lifetime, should be settled in this lifetime.

Moreover, if even Xiang Yu, the number one military strategist in China's five thousand years of history, had been reincarnated.

Then the impending crisis was clearly greater than Wei Yuan had anticipated.

And the final reason…

"It would be such a shame to stop here."

Wei Yuan supported himself with his sword, muttering to himself with a smile: 'I also really want to see what Xiang Yu would create if, at the age of twenty-four, he possessed the strongest spear technique he had lost along with his uncle and Yu Ji in despair at Gaixia...'

The thought of this made Wei Yuan unable to resist the urge to help him comprehend the spear technique.

Even if he might be an opponent and a formidable enemy.

He recalled the words the Emperor had said to him earlier.

If there were no heroes emerging generation after generation, how lonely would my great land of China be!

Wei Yuan rested the rock spear in his hand on the ground, and extended his right hand, saying:

"Based on this spear technique, how far can you go?"

"I am quite curious."

"Xiang Hongyu, I await your answer."

Xiang Hongyu was astonished, seeing the young man smiling as he said:

"If we cannot surpass the heroes of the past..."

"Then my great land of China would be too lonely."

The faces of the old men of the Great Qin Jingjiao beside them twitched slightly, sensing the calm and magnanimity, and the spirit of swallowing up the ages contained in these words. Xiang Hongyu looked deeply at Wei Yuan and said, "I understand. I will create a new spear technique from the one you taught me."

"When the time comes, I will teach this spear technique to you."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "It's a deal."

Xiang Hongyu's voice paused, and seeing everyone walking away, he asked:

"But why did you just call me Xiang Yu..."

Because you are.

Wei Yuan's face did not change as he said:

"Maybe it's because your aura is so strong that it reminded me of Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, in history."

"What's wrong? What do you think of Xiang Yu?"

Xiang Hongyu frowned, shook his head, and said, "I don't like Xiang Yu. He was too stupid. He couldn't even trust his own father, Ya. Countless opportunities were placed before him, but he didn't seize any of them. In the end, he not only failed, but also caused Ya Fu to die of illness on the road, Yu Ji to commit suicide, and all eight thousand Jiangdong soldiers to..."

Wei Yuan was stunned.

He couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait, what did you just say?"

Xiang Hongyu asked in confusion, "Hmm? Ya Fu died of illness on the road, Yu Ji committed suicide?"

"No, the very first sentence."

"I don't like Xiang Yu..."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "That's right, that's the sentence. Can you say it again?"

Xiang Hongyu was puzzled and slowly said:

"I really don't like Xiang Yu. He's too stupid, full of womanly kindness and the courage of a boor..."

Wei Yuan took out his phone, silently turned on the recording function, pondered slightly, and turned on the camera function.

He recorded this passage that Xiang Hongyu said.

Finally, he chose to save it, back it up, and upload it to cloud storage in one go.

Wei Yuan patted Xiang Hongyu on the shoulder and said with emotion, "Well said."

Another member has joined the ranks of those who have suffered social death in China.

I hope that if you remember your past life in the future, you won't suffer social death to the point of digging out a Xianyang Palace with your toes, Overlord Xiang Yu. Wei Yuan felt even more joyful in his heart. He swore that he was definitely not influenced by Nü Jiao's mischievous taste.

But now, thinking of Xiang Yu's reaction after remembering his past life, he found it very interesting.

And he had just seen Xiang Hongyu, and a new idea had emerged in his mind.

He wondered if the Moon Dew Shadow Illusion realm of Wohu could pull others in for trials. If so, then before the return of the Shanhai, it might really be possible to create a single-soldier combat power that surpassed the former Overlord Xiang Yu...

The look in Wei Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, lost in thought.

So, Xiang Hongyu, please tell me.

Which do you want to challenge, the Overlord's Gaixia Breakthrough dungeon, or the Overlord's Gaixia Counterattack Liu Bang dungeon?

Wei Yuan finally returned to the human world. Seeing the reincarnation of Overlord Xiang Yu, and seeing the scenery of the human world vaguely through the window, his expression softened. The spear formed from spiritual energy in his palm dissipated and disappeared. A smile appeared on his face as he said, "I just saw that the poppy flower in your painting hasn't been colored yet."

Xiang Hongyu said, "...If it's stained with blood, it can't be used."

Wei Yuan nodded, then said softly:

"Since it's already stained with blood, why not use blood as paint?"

"If it's your blood, then she shouldn't mind."

Ten miles of flower sea is also ten miles of blood sea.

Xiang Hongyu was slightly stunned, and saw Wei Yuan, who was somewhat unfathomable, get up to say goodbye, and turn to leave.

Xiang Hongyu turned to look at the canvas, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch the poppy flower on it.

…

This place was no longer within the scope of Quanzhou City.

Wei Yuan chose to take the high-speed train back to the museum in Quanzhou City. On the high-speed train, he opened his phone and browsed the unread messages. There were messages from Feng Siyu. Feng Siyu didn't know about the huge changes that had taken place in the Yumin Kingdom after she eloped. She was still carefree and sent many pictures of delicious food.

Asking if Wei Yuan could replicate these foods.

Nü Jiao seemed to have learned about Qiongqi from somewhere and wanted Wei Yuan to return to Qingqiu.

"Have you found the materials to seal Gonggong?"

Then there was a message from the Old Celestial Master.

After Wei Yuan opened it, he saw Zhang Ruosu's message, and his expression changed slightly—

"After Xu Fu of Sakura Island was killed, the demons were without a leader. In the past few days since you left, there has been quite a bit of activity. There have been repeated battles, causing earthquakes and tsunamis in that small place every day. But because of this, the whole world now knows about the divine powers of the gods of Sakura Island, so the New World has begun further cooperation with Sakura Island."

"However, the people of Sakura Island don't seem to know that their main god is dead, and they are still complacent."

Wei Yuan was thoughtful and said, "What does Zhang Daoyou mean..."

The old Taoist was silent for a moment, and then replied:

"Xu Fu's divine imprint will soon be refined into a pair of talismans."

Wei Yuan understood what the Old Celestial Master had not finished saying—

The talismans for driving spirits and commanding ghosts would soon be completed.

Wait until the gods of Sakura Island have decided on the final victor and reveal themselves to the world, and then use the decree.

Order the new gods of Sakura Island to come to China and receive the edict.

Receive the golden seal of the Emperor of China, bestowed upon the Wōnú (倭奴, ancient Japanese) nation, and proclaim it to the world.

That was the imprint of the former Amenominakanushi, which had an extremely strong suppressing force on the divinity of Sakura Island.

Regarding this matter, the Old Taoist instructed him to come to Longhu Mountain to discuss it at that time, and Wei Yuan naturally agreed. He flipped through the phone, but couldn't find any messages from Jue. He felt something indescribable in his heart. He closed the chat software, casually browsed the phone, and after repeatedly hesitating, he reopened it. He first typed a long paragraph, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he deleted it all. In the end, he only sent four words.

"I'm back."

…

Next to the museum, a flower shop.

Jue looked at her phone.

She had already heard from Ehuang and Nüying that Wei Yuan had once again entered the Shanhai Realm.

Naturally, she was a little worried about her friend's adventure. She originally wanted to send a message, but on the one hand, she thought that the phone didn't seem to be of much use in the Shanhai Realm, and on the other hand, she didn't know what to send. Reason told her that she should wait patiently at this time and maintain her trust in Wei Yuan, but for some reason, she couldn't concentrate on reading.

This was the first time in her memory.

Yuan... shouldn't be too unfamiliar with the Shanhai, so there shouldn't be much danger.

But... he was just a mortal back then.

If...

Suddenly, the phone buzzed a few times.

The girl, who was in deep thought, was startled and hurriedly took out her phone.

Seeing Wei Yuan's avatar light up and four words sent, she breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

She typed a lot of words, but her fair finger pressed on the send button for a long time, but quietly moved away and deleted all the words one by one.

In the end, she just quietly replied, "Okay."

Thinking of Wei Yuan's first time telling her how to use a mobile phone, she added a line:

"Waiting for you to come back."

"(o・・o)/"

On Wei Yuan's side, the message was almost instantly replied. Seeing the emoji inside, Wei Yuan's expression unconsciously softened. He thought of the pottery in his sleeve, as well as Wang Xizhi's authentic work. He just wanted to go back as soon as possible, and also replied with an emoji.

"＼(・_・)"

Just as he was thinking about whether to use his supernatural powers to ride the wind away.

A great sense of drowsiness surged into his mind.

Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized something. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Damn—this feeling is…

Shanhai Realm.

Zhu Jiuyin carried the pottery and looked at Xing Tian in front of him, his expression unreadable.

One must not speak lightly of the affairs of the gods.

But just now.

The people of the Nine Hells had ushered in the only rapid change of day and night in thousands of years, and a bolt from the blue.

Zhu Jiuyin fiddled with the pottery jar and said quietly, "Don't worry."

"I can take you to see him."

"In a dream."

ps: Buffer chapter, it should be able to barely spread out.

In order to connect some clues without being too boring, and to ease the outbreak of the First Emperor, a large number of relaxed tones are used, and I am a little uncomfortable myself.