Chapter 314 Myth Concept, Seeing All Directions

Myth concepts, witnessing the ten directions.

In ancient times, one of the strongest authorities, representing the Kunlun Enlightened's ability among the top ten peaks in the world, was actually defeated by the ant-like human race? The impact of this news was even more terrifying than Kai Ming himself being defeated.

A myth concept is a state possessed when reaching the extreme in a certain field, almost transforming into a rule. And Zuo Jian Shi Fang represents Kai Ming's cognitive power reaching its strongest, he himself representing the conceptual rule of 'cognition.'

Even if all nine heads are killed, his concept will still exist.

And Qi.

Forcibly outside the ten directions, using his own ability to reverse the Xiantian Eight Trigrams, he directly confronted Kai Ming's myth concept, equivalent to directly blinding Kai Ming's mind's eye. Like the clash back then, he was defeated by Kai Ming, his own Eight Trigrams technique almost completely crippled, his eyes blinded, and his consciousness collapsed.

But now,

The cause and effect have been reversed.

Qi's hand tightly gripped the crude bronze weapon, breathing heavily, and said, "Now, the outcome is decided..."

I will never admit defeat.

As long as I can win in the end, then no matter how many times I failed before, it's just embellishment.

Kua Fu placed Qi's body on a wide stone slab, his body entangled with chains. The ends of the chains were in a very twisted state, from which it could be guessed how he had frantically broken free from the chains he had placed on himself with brute force, and then unleashed this final blow.

"It's over..."

Kua Fu's broad hand pressed on Qi's body, and then he felt the weakness of this body. Even ordinary people, just sitting in one place for too long, will experience various discomforts, but Qi had persisted in an even more extreme situation for a full five thousand years.

To be honest, under such circumstances, being able to maintain rationality.

And still be alive, it was simply a miracle.

The human race's punishment of being locked in a dark room can drive a mentally resilient person crazy.

The path Qi chose was far more cruel than that.

"Kai Ming is not important now, your body is the most important." Kua Fu's voice was gentle, using his body to block Qi's line of sight, so that he would not see Chi You over there laughing wildly as he beat Kai Ming's body. Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is that so..."

"My body is fine. Kai Ming, even temporarily abolishing his authority."

"It's only possible to fight with him on the same level. Before, we didn't even have the qualifications to fight him fairly. But we must not completely underestimate him because of his carelessness. Even without Zuo Jian Shi Fang, his omniscience is far above most gods, and his personality is cunning."

"Having suffered this loss, he will definitely become more vigilant. If you want to continue to retaliate, you must expand your advantage in one go, you must not..." The aged Qi grabbed Kua Fu, constantly speaking, his hand incredibly forceful. Zhu Jiuyin looked at him deeply, and said:

"Yes, of course we know these things."

"Now you should rest."

"Rest..." Qi murmured.

This term was already too distant.

"Yes, rest."

Zhu Jiuyin replied, and then took out something and handed it over, saying:

"Also, this is what a guy told me to bring to you, consider it a gift?"

What he took out was a lunch box. After Qi opened it, inside was a steaming bowl of noodles, sprinkled with green scallions, neatly arranged sliced meat, exuding the aroma of meat and wheat flour, with a pair of chopsticks placed on top.

"This is..."

"The chef prepared it for you."

Zhu Jiuyin replied, "Although wise men like to keep a trick up their sleeve, smarter people know when to hide and when they should never hide. That guy who guessed you were still in Qingqiu, before this battle, told the chef everything."

"He told you..."

"Welcome home."

Qi lowered his head, and then stretched out his hands, his nails already long and curled, veins bulging, and grabbed the chopsticks. The steaming wheat fragrance, picking up the noodles, when he bit into them, the warm and familiar feeling resurfaced.

It was the same as the food back then.

On the distant ancient earth, the young man rested his arms, the wind blowing, beside him was the heroic youth, and the goddess of the Qingqiu Fox Country, the potter was there adding firewood to the fire. When he raised his head, the potter turned his head, smiling brightly and waving at him.

At this time, they had just passed through a secret realm, and only Qi had obtained the Feng Hou's Xiantian Eight Trigrams contract. Nü Jiao gained nothing because her mind was too complicated, while King Yu and A Yuan seemed to have gotten nothing because their minds were, well, too pure.

When Yu was in a daze, he suddenly asked, "If we are all gone in the future, and you alone must support us in order to maintain the hope of the human race, can you support it for thousands of years?" Qi shook his head and replied, "I'm not someone like you."

"Among us, I'm afraid only you can do such a terrifying thing..."

"Me? I can't do it."

King Yu next to him put his hand on top of his head and rubbed it, saying:

"Okay, rest..."

"We are still here."

So the boy lay peacefully on the grass, the wind blowing, the black hair on his temples tickling, green leaves falling on his face, blue sky and white clouds.

Yu, Yuan, it hurts so much...

I'm so tired.

I'm so uncomfortable.

The chopsticks fell, the youth's eyes were dim, and finally five thousand years of fatigue surfaced, falling to the side. Zhu Jiuyin, Kua Fu, and Chi You took action at the same time, and Qi's soul was finally fixed. The Weapon Master saluted solemnly, while Kua Fu whispered, and Zhu Jiuyin bowed slightly, his voice rarely gentle: "Now, rest..."

"Don't worry, you can rest assured."

In the memory, on the earth, the boy closed his eyes contentedly.

Do you know?

I walked a long way.

Across the Black Mountains and White Rivers, experiencing hundreds of tribulations and thousands of difficulties.

Only then did I reach this point.

Thankfully,

Thankfully...

"The wind of the human world..."

"Is just like back then."

…………………………

The huge impact, the waves outside the East Sea, have almost completely changed the situation on the seabed. The war puppets from the Emperor's Tomb shattered one after another, and the foundation of the Heavenly Court was also being consumed frantically. Humans are a short-lived race, and only with the accumulated will of generations is it possible to contend with the gods.

This is actually a battle between the ages.

Trying to contend with the thousands or tens of thousands of years of life of the gods with just a few decades.

It is actually a kind of contempt and arrogance.

Only by relying on the five thousand years of time that runs through this place is there enough qualification to compete with the gods representing a certain concept of heaven and earth.

In the end, is it the heaviness and eternity of witnessing the changes of the human world and seeing the vicissitudes of generations with this immortal body that is better.

Or is it that even if this body is like a mayfly, born in the morning and dying in the evening, the inheritance of the flame of the unbroken Yanhuang is more valuable.

The First Emperor's sword and Gonggong's spear intersected, and the Celestial Master's thunder magic followed closely, and then was shattered by the waves. The violence of thunder, the surging of sea waves, the wind from the top of Kunlun annihilated everything, but the raging water flow can also tear everything apart. The high-speed flowing water itself represents the purest violence, and the pressure brought by a large accumulation of water is also an unparalleled oppression.

And under the support of the Shennong Whip's power, everyone could contend with Gonggong head-on.

Otherwise, the top ten are almost immortal.

Its majestic power is enough to constantly inflict injuries on everyone, and then drag them to death. Wei Yuan's previous forced delay of thirty minutes was already considered a limit data below the top ten. At this moment, the water tribe and the war puppets fought to a draw, and the blessing of the Heavenly Court gradually dissipated.

Gonggong also seemed to be drawn into the final battle.

And at this time, the Water God Gonggong suddenly smashed out with a spear, the First Emperor and Zhang Ruosu retreated together, Gonggong's aura continued to climb, seemingly endless, just for a short time, even if it was the top ten, after all, they were only in the state of just recovering after a long seal, Gonggong fell into fatigue.

Wei Yuan slowly clenched his fist, under the blessing of the Shennong Whip, his injuries were all recovered.

And at this time, the battle here had also been directly and widely spread through Bai Ze's transformation, as one of the sources of a certain meaning of liking white hair, and coupled with the fact that he himself belonged to a divine beast, possessing a side concept of omniscience, Bai Ze could completely find an appearance that was 'absolutely right in the hearts of all Yanhuang descendants in China'.

White hair and red eyes, heroic eyebrows, and a hint of decadence in her intellectual temperament.

Instant kill!

When Bai Ze was fully explaining this battle, he said: "Perhaps, this is the battle of the gods, and it is also the battle that can determine whether the Yanhuang lineage will stand between heaven and earth in the end, um? You say, what does this have to do with you? It's a battle of the gods, you didn't participate in it at all?"

Bai Ze keenly felt the meaning in these words.

It was not that they didn't care, but a feeling of self-abandonment containing pain.

As if they were a burden.

Um, because of certain reasons, Bai Ze had served as the confidante big sister and psychological counselor for the most ancient emperor of the human race, Ji Xuanyuan, and had extremely sufficient experience in the psychological problems of the Yanhuang descendants. His expression calmed down, and he raised his fingers to tuck the white hair at his temples behind his ears.

Sticking out his chest.

And shaking it.

He said: "This is wrong. It's not that you have value only by participating in it yourself, or rather, you are one of the reasons why they are fighting here. And, um, to be honest, the human race was destined to have a short lifespan from the beginning."

"Many races are the same. After all, only a small number can have a long lifespan."

"But the difference between humans and other races is that."

"Humans will understand and accept this."

"So, earlier than I knew, your ancestors carved murals and recorded their existence in various writings. Humans knew that they would eventually dissipate between heaven and earth, but they still hoped to pass down their knowledge, everything they knew."

"These things are murals, writings, languages, ballads, and stories."

"All culture is an annotation of human self-existence."

"Under the years, the physical form will dissipate, and your and my existence will eventually turn into ashes, but we will also leave our own annotations to the human world and this world. The Tang cavalry who protected the border passes more than a thousand years ago, the Han soldiers who sang the Great Wind two thousand years ago, tracing back to ten thousand years ago, the person who saw the first ray of sunlight in the human cave."

"The years will destroy your and my bodies, but the spirit will last forever, so the Yanhuang will not be destroyed."

Bai Ze replied:

"Humans are not a single individual, but a convergence of countless living beings tracing back to the earliest years, a convergence concept of countless living beings who will inevitably try their best to live their lives even if they are small, the evil of everything in the world, the highest good in the world, is you, is me, is the ancestor, is the descendants."

"Modern medical students are still studying the *Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic* passed down by Xuanyuan that year."

"And they will also write their own experiences into books, which will be picked up by people in the distant future a thousand years later, spreading for thousands of years, but adhering to the same wish, this is the Yanhuang." His voice paused, and then said: "Also, who said you haven't participated in the war?"

"Using that sentence, who said that those standing in the light are heroes?"

"Um?"

Along with a strange sound, mechanical roars suddenly came from the sky.

"This is..."

"Fighter jets?!"

The clouds were torn apart, and the fighter jets from the human world finally crossed the most dangerous battlefield and arrived above the East Sea, the battlefield of gods and heroes. The blocked monsters eventually tumbled and fell, and several escorting aircraft circled in the sky, and finally the sound was transmitted:

"Z7782 has arrived at the East Sea battlefield, intact."

The circling fighter jet carried only one missile-like existence.

"Chang'an Sword has been transported to its destination."

"Repeat, Chang'an Sword has been transported to its destination."

The wings also carried blood-colored paint, the air flowed, crossing countless dangers, traversing layers of demons, the fighter jet completed the transportation mission across China, the missile shattered, and a scorching stream of light fell heavily and plunged into the ocean.

So, along with the huge waves, a large amount of seawater instantly rose, turning into white mist.

Thunder and flames rose.

The divine weapon exuded soaring sword energy, the waves surged, the thunder wandered, the white mist and the clouds in the sky met, and the Changhe was like a star ring, and the fighter jet soared in the sky.

Roaring and rising, passing over the cities of the human world.

This is already a legend created by the human world.

"Chang'an Sword has been launched."

"Everyone, Chang'an!"

"China, Chang'an!"

ps: Today's first update...

Thanks to Alliance Leader Bai Li Shang Fei, thank you~