Chapter 1121 The Future's Glimpse

Jue's pupils constricted, reflecting the Chang'an sword that had lost its true spirit.

Turning her head, she saw that in the future deduced by the Hetu Luoshu, the Water Ghost had a calm expression, as if he had undergone a transformation completely different from the past. If he had been carefree and uninhibited, he now resembled a quietly flowing river.

Only after experiencing a series of twists and turns could he possibly change into such a state.

All the images suddenly froze.

A darker shade of ink seemed to spread in Tiannv's eyes, an unconscious reaction. Everything around lost its color and luster, solidifying completely, and then being swallowed by this sudden burst of inky nothingness. The future evolved by the Hetu Luoshu shattered almost instantly.

The Taiqi Mountain God, who was sitting cross-legged with his sword, was stunned and subconsciously looked up.

He saw that Jue had already broken free from the state of viewing the future.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"I, I'm fine."

Jue's face was slightly pale.

The Taiqi Mountain God noticed the instability of her aura and said slowly, "The Hetu Luoshu is neither righteous nor evil. Even with the protection of the Queen Mother of the West's formation, you absolutely cannot touch it lightly. You should still..."

"No, I want to see."

The gentle-faced girl suddenly seemed to become stubborn.

Her right hand pressed against the stone tablet.

Wind, the breath of all things, the flow of energy.

And the reverse side, is it a storm that sweeps everything away?

Or a dark abyss that devours everything, where not even a wisp of wind can flow?

No one knew. At that moment, the girl's pair of dark eyes stared at the Hetu Luoshu, her voice soft and polite: "Please rewind to that future node, thank you."

"The Hetu Luoshu is not a living being. If it were Bai Ze, then it could be..."

The Taiqi Mountain God's voice stopped abruptly.

The Hetu Luoshu, which had always been stubborn and unwilling to rewind and deduce the future even if it was shattered, actually obediently reappeared with light this time. The Taiqi Mountain God, who was holding his wide sword, stopped speaking, watching this scene in disbelief, while Jue once again looked at that future.

Twenty years before that beautiful future.

"The enemy is too strong, the Great Wilderness interrupted our plan."

"Di Jun... damn it, Di Jun personally took action. The old man is no match for him at all. His male and female dragon-tiger swords are fighting with Di Jun, and it's still in the Great Wilderness... Guan Yunchang has already died in battle, and Xiang Yu has also died in battle..."

A burst of violent shouting.

"Even Lord Wu'an is being held back, so only Han Xin and the Overlord can send back intelligence from the rear."

"I'm numb, why is Di Jun so strong?"

The speaker was Bai Ze.

What was surprising was that Shi Yi was also nearby.

Bai Ze's eye bags and dark circles were even heavier, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"The plan has been interrupted."

"The Great Wilderness is not simple. Our layout is exchanging pieces with the other side. The effect of technology is on par with magical powers. In our layout, only the merger of Han Xin and the Overlord succeeded. Several other famous generals died in battle. Crossing the river halfway, striking the middle stream, they did it on purpose. The five famous generals of the Great Wilderness God Era also led their legions to appear, retreating step by step on the front line, with victories and defeats."

"If we can hold on in this battle, China will be able to gain a foothold."

"If we can't hold on, we will be annihilated. The human world can't hold on, damn it, damn it..."

"In any case, there are too few peak combatants, too few, the time is still too short."

Shi Yi suddenly said, "There is one last chance."

Bai Ze suddenly roared, "Shut up!"

Wei Yuan opened his eyes: "Speak, Shi Yi."

The God of Time, Shi Yi, looked at him and said, "Gods have long lifespans and experience countless disasters. A young country of only a hundred years cannot possibly be a match for a god. Trying to defeat a god's ten-thousand-year will with a few decades of accumulation is in itself a contempt for the opponent and an arrogant mindset."

"It is believing that the opponent's time is far inferior to one's own."

"In the same amount of time, humans can achieve results far exceeding those of the gods."

"Even results that far exceed those of the gods who have dominated the world tenfold or a hundredfold. This is in itself a contempt for time and a kind of arrogance, but it is not entirely impossible... Since a hundred years of accumulation cannot compete with the gods, then five thousand years of the long Yan Huang history is enough to fight against all gods."

"Several heroic spirits cannot fight and stop them."

"Then, we can make a desperate gamble, let the many heroes of Yan Huang's five thousand years appear as high-end combat power. And the current battle situation is deadlocked. There is no problem at all with the human race as the basic cornerstone. It is even the strongest backing that far surpasses the Four Seas, the Great Wilderness, and the Shanhai. All that is lacking is this high-end combat power."

Bai Ze slammed a heavy punch on the wall and roared, "Shut up!!!"

Shi Yi looked at the swordsman in front of him: "And to summon so many heroes."

"There must be a marker."

"Someone who has a connection with all of them, use his soul as a..."

Bai Ze punched Shi Yi heavily in the face. Blood seeped from the corner of Shi Yi's mouth, but he did not speak, just quietly looked at Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan was silent, nodded, and said in a relaxed tone, "I understand, the five-thousand-year marker, my destiny, may be here."

Bai Ze grabbed Wei Yuan's collar with red eyes: "I am Bai Ze, I am all-knowing."

"Even in a desperate situation, give me time, and I will definitely find a way to break the situation."

"Don't do stupid things... Xuanyuan, Yu the Great, they all walked this path, don't..."

A punch hit Bai Ze in the abdomen.

Bai Ze's thoughts froze, and then he lost consciousness.

Wei Yuan supported Bai Ze and laid him down.

"As the only logistics personnel who can simultaneously assist the famous generals of the Martial Temple, how many days has Bai Ze not closed his eyes?" Wei Yuan murmured softly, then stood up. The God of Time, Shi Yi, looked at his back: "Have you decided?"

Wei Yuan shrugged his shoulders: "I like a peaceful life, I said that at the beginning."

"But we also know what it takes to have a peaceful life. When someone says to you one day, 'I'm sorry, we need you to stand at the front,' I know it's my turn... It's always been like this."

Shi Yi watched him stand up and walk out.

"No matter how time passes."

He said slowly, "I will always remember you."

Wei Yuan waved his hand.

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Watching this glimpse of the future, Tiannv stretched out her hand, wanting to subconsciously grab it, but she couldn't touch it at all. She could only follow behind Wei Yuan and walk forward. The front line had not yet collapsed, and the human world maintained its former prosperity and peace.

Wei Yuan went to Longhu Mountain.

The old Taoist was in seclusion, preparing for a life-or-death battle with Di Jun in the Great Wilderness.

"It's probably a battle to the death, but I think I can barely survive, it's still okay." Zhang Ruosu smiled helplessly, "Are you sending me off? I haven't reached that point yet, no matter what, it's still okay to keep my life?"

Wei Yuan threw over a pot of wine.

The two sat on Longhu Mountain, looking at the scenery below, and neither of them spoke.

After drinking the wine, Wei Yuan waved his hand freely and went down the mountain.

The old Taoist said softly, "Wei Yuan, if I can't come back, take care of Longhu Mountain."

Wei Yuan joked, "Go take care of it yourself, maybe I'll be dead by then."

And in this future that was deduced, Tiannv quietly looked at the museum owner.

She seemed to have never thought that he would do these things in the end.

Going to say goodbye to his friends one by one.

Going to Qingqiu Country to chat with Nujiao, saying that in the future, the children of the Tu Shan clan could also be allowed to wander outside. People outside actually liked fox girls very much, and the market for male fox spirits was actually not bad. Of course, they had to be careful of scumbags, but if they really encountered sea kings, Tu Shan should be even better.

Going to the garrison of the Great Qin, drinking the last cup of wine with the First Emperor, whispering the words of Qin Feng Wu Yi (Qin wind, no clothes).

Going to Kunlun Mountain, wielding his sword across a thousand miles at the peak of Kunlun.

The sword's edge was wrapped in wind and snow, unrestrained and free.

If it weren't for these mundane things, he might have been a very good swordsman.

Stepping on the East Sea.

Going upstream, he gave Wuzhiqi the full set of games at the bottom of the Huai River.

Finally, he went to the vegetable market, bought a lot of vegetables, and rode a shared bicycle back to the museum, politely declined the Great Monk's offer to cook, and took the initiative to make a hot pot. The Water Ghost and the soldier's soul were fighting over it, the painter was painting, Bai Suzhen liked quail eggs, but Xiaoqing insisted on adding bullfrogs.

Zhang Hao rarely came once.

It was very lively.

After all, this year was the Spring Festival, and then Tiannv saw this future self, still wearing simple and plain clothes, smiling quietly, well protected, but when she was serving dishes to the museum's residents, the museum owner quietly leaned over.

"Jue, come here for a moment."

"Hmm?"

Tiannv almost subconsciously answered.

Then she realized that this was just a remnant of the future. The her of that time tilted her head, and then was pulled away by the young man, a car parked outside. The museum owner said smugly: "I secretly borrowed a car from the Taoist disciples, the old Taoist doesn't even know."

He jumped into the car, and motioned for the girl over there to come in too.

She opened the car key somewhat flusteredly. The young-looking museum owner didn't seem to know how to drive very well. The car roared and drove out, almost hitting the wall. The museum owner subconsciously turned the steering wheel.

Finally, with a roar, he still scraped against a street lamp.

The museum owner shrank his neck and said, "It's over, it's over, I'm going to have to pay a fine."

A look of heartache appeared on his face.

Looking at the girl in the passenger seat, he muttered to himself: "But, today is a special situation, it's okay for me to run away for a while."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing."

The museum owner smiled, started the car, and finally this car, whose price was decreasing in this era, but was still very handsome, drove onto the road. The city was noisy, but as it drove onto the road, slowly, there were fewer and fewer cars, and fewer and fewer people.

He turned on the car CD, which was a soft piano piece, like a dream.

The noise of the city was left behind, the sides were winter pines, and it was dark all around, only the headlights illuminated a small section of the road ahead. Behind him was a prosperous city, the deep blue sky inlaid with stars. The young man drove seriously, occasionally looking to the side. The eyelashes of the girl beside him were long, and the lights in front shone on the road, as if the road would never stop.

While the gods of the Great Wilderness were thinking about rushing to the human world, the fighting warriors were briefly resting on this special day, and the human world was still prosperous, brightly lit, and noisy everywhere, but what did that have to do with him? The museum owner had a peaceful expression, as if he were a runaway.

He stepped on the accelerator hard.

At this moment, he was racing without a destination, doing as he pleased, as if as long as he didn't stop, and ran fast enough, the era and destiny of war and chaos behind them would be left behind.

But the road would also end.

The car stopped by the sea late at night. In winter, the temperature was already below zero.

It would have been impossible to freeze the sea surface, but in this era, the extraordinary was overflowing, and the sea surface would actually freeze. Jue, who didn't know what the principle was, saw the her of this era open her eyes, looking at the stars and the lights in the distance. This place was far from the city center, like a quiet place away from the hustle and bustle.

The museum owner propped one hand on the car door, thinking he was very handsome as he flipped out.

But he accidentally smashed the rearview mirror directly.

The Jue of this era smiled. The museum owner looked at the city over there, and suddenly took the girl's hand and walked towards the frozen sea. The sky was full of stars, and the distant human world was brilliant. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly let go of the girl's hand and spun around.

Then he put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and smiled on his face.

He seemed to be whispering in annoyance about why ancient China hadn't left behind any social dances for men and women to dance together.

Jue was surprised, and then smiled and lifted the hem of her heavy winter dress with both hands, making a slight curtsy.

She understood what the other party meant.

Their two hands were joined together, it seemed that it was just another whimsical idea of the museum owner.

The stars in the sky, the white ice under their feet.

In the distance were fireworks flying from the city.

The young-faced swordsman, and the girl with an unstoppable smile, spinning around.

And the Tiannv from the real world subconsciously covered her lips, her eyes widened.

How many times would there be such days in a lifetime? Everything else in the world, the roars of the gods of the Great Wilderness, the broken weapons stuck in the ground, the upcoming duel, and the illusory and beautiful human world like a bubble, countless people's joys and sorrows, and the countdown to life were all left behind.

With all of this as the backdrop, was the most careful, and never spoken romance. At the end of the final dance, the museum owner bowed slightly with a smile, as if it were the final curtain call of a grand dance. In this future that was deduced, he quietly looked at the girl and whispered.

"I love you."

I also love this human world.

The next day, at the core of the earth's veins below the pinnacle of the human world.

Zhang Ruosu of Longhu Mountain had already left seclusion and went to the Great Wilderness. Bai Ze was locked outside the door, punching the heavy door hard, one punch after another. Inside were dense formations, and only the God of Time, Shi Yi, was still there. The museum owner, for once, was not carrying his sword and was sitting here.

He opened a video and watched the images in it casually.

It was the New Year, and the tension on the front line had not yet affected the rear. Correspondingly, the human world, lacking high-end combat power, would basically lose the moment the front line collapsed if it were affected. In fact, for a period of time, the entire human world was very tense, but only this special day of the Spring Festival could they relax, after all, it was a festival that was imprinted in the blood of this nation.

"Ah, what do you think of our Spring Festival, does it still have the flavor of the New Year?"

"This year's gala, on the Internet..."

The swordsman quietly watched these.

Behind him, Shi Yi activated the huge formation of reversing the flow of time.

The formation gathered, using his soul as a guide, connecting countless threads, to summon heroic souls.

The pain of the soul flying away and the spirit scattering was inflicted upon him.

He quietly looked ahead, and finally, whispered contentedly.

"The human world, is so good..."

Like when he was brought out from Tu Shan, or on Kunlun Mountain, losing his memory, washing away his true spirit, looking at the human world outside. Finally, in that piece of light, the heroes who had once roamed this land fearlessly responded to the outstretched hands of old friends as high-level combat power again, but the person who had formed a relationship with them in those years was no longer there.

Beginning in Tu Shan, ending in Yan Huang.

Five thousand years of journey, experiencing many betrayals, losses, never giving up, and had now reached the end.

The light in those pair of black pupils was finally completely extinguished, and the immortal flower collapsed like dust, overflowing from the heart. In that light, a dashing young military advisor strode out, stretched out his hand, and grabbed fiercely, but could no longer grasp anything.

On the first day of the New Year, when the first firecracker rang out in the old street.

The Chang'an sword in the museum, which had been a companion through life and death.

For some unknown reason.

It shattered inch by inch.

ps: Today's third update... 4,600 words.

This idea was actually intended to be written as the initial ending route, pondering, but I didn't want to write a knife.

So I threw it away, rest assured, it's definitely not the ending.

After all, this ending has already been seen, holding tea, it's just a necessary plot point.