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Chapter 296 - 51: The Human World Shall Unite as One

Chapter 296: Chapter 51: The Human World Shall Unite as One

The war chariot moved forward, and in an instant, it had left the Earth Abyss and arrived before the city.

Liang Hui, supporting the sky with one hand, looked at the words "Blockade of Gods" on the city wall and let out a light laugh.

"Block me?"

"Even with one hand holding open the array, I can crush you all."

"Arrogant!"

"Since you’ve entered the array, stay behind today."

The people who came to their senses shouted sternly, fully activating the array.

Naturally formed stars fell one after another, as if to pierce through the earth, straight into the Netherworld.

Liang Hui faced such a world-ending scene, his chest also stirred with a hint of fighting spirit.

The free hand reached out and grabbed onto the green banner beside him.

The suppressed old Taoist and the Lord of Ten Thousand Refinements in his palm let out a wretched howl.

Their flesh melted, their bones were being drained, and even their souls were absorbed by the green banner.

Boom! Boom!

An extremely formidable presence burst forth from the banner, stirring the winds and clouds of the nine heavens, scrambling the endless divine radiance, making even the falling stars change their trajectory.

With a forceful push of his palm, the green banner swept across the sky, its surface billowing with the wind, rolling up a vast green gleam

Suddenly, it slashed down.

Like a scythe descending from the vault of heaven, revealing various scenes: Immortal warriors falling, Taoists bowing their heads, thousands of mountains and rivers turning to ash.

Sharply intense, fiercely extreme.

In an instant, large stars were consecutively severed, and the green-golden banner post, under the terrified gazes of all beings, struck the city.

The array crumbled, stones mixed with blood splattered everywhere, and even ghosts and gods perished in smoke.

Amidst the wails of the people, Liang Hui, holding the green banner, looked at the cleaved city, his eyes cold and harsh.

With a flick of his hand, the green banner shifted from vertical to horizontal and once more swept up a mighty divine light, moving towards the city.

The people, in despair, watched the approaching banner, voicing their final utterance.

Some cursed, some wailed, some roared.

But as the green banner swept by, all turned to silence.

The city collapsed, the array dissipated, all beings perished.

Only a youth stood atop the war chariot, slowly lowering his raised hand, directly facing the mountains and land.

For a long time, a very long time.

The war chariot moved again and disappeared from sight.

It left behind a devastated land, with everlasting hatred and vengeance.

In the first year of the Divine Dynasty, the Human Emperor conquered from the south to the north, arrived at the Earth Abyss, one hand supporting the sky, with two banners broke the city, those who defied perished, the human world was to know peace.

...

After the battle of the Earth Abyss, the northern human world no longer had the power to resist.

Various forces, either went into hiding, dissolved their sects, or prepared to submit.

The Great Qian, which all beings believed would eventually return, seemed about to be replaced.

The war chariot swept across the sky, all beings submitted.

One by one, territories were incorporated into the Divine Dynasty.

Atop Yuyang Mountain.

A graceful and luxurious young man stepped down, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes golden, like the great sun, the symbol of the Great Qian’s legitimate line.

But at this time, the youth’s expression could hardly conceal his destitute state.

At the foot of the mountain, an old servant looked up at the young man, hurriedly stepped forward, his expression anxious:

"Your Highness, has the Shangqing Sect responded?"

"They say Taoism is about non-action, not meddling in the affairs of the mortal world," the youth laughed loudly, his eyes brimming with sadness and tears.

"Non-action? Do they not know that it was that person who killed their Sect Leader?" The old servant said, puzzled, his hands clenched tight.

The revenge for killing the Sect Leader is something every sect with the slightest bloodlust must avenge with their whole being.

A touch of irony appeared on the noble youth’s face as he walked forward

"What Sect Leader? The Shangqing Sect has already declared this generation’s Sect Leader a traitor, and a new Sect Leader is about to ascend."

"How could this be? They are the Shangqing Sect, the only descendent of the northern two Taoist Sovereigns." The old servant muttered, his expression bewildered as he stumbled and chased after the noble young master.

"Elder Kong, do you think my great Divine Dynasty is really going to perish?"

"I have visited many sects, noble families, and powerful clans, yet not one dares to strike against that person again."

"They have all received the Emperor’s grace; at this critical time of crisis, can’t they offer their lives in return?"

The young man howled, tears streaming down continuously, and even his body shook.

"Your Highness, with the return of Ancestor Qian, everything will be set right and the world will return to its proper order," the old servant hurriedly followed and consoled.

"It’s different, Elder Kong. The Divine Dynasty, unchallenged for ten thousand generations, not putting up a fight—this time it is truly going to fall."

The young man paused mid-step, his sorrow deepened, and he could not control his body, collapsing to one side.

Others might not know, but as someone of Ancestor Qian’s legitimate bloodline, how could he be unaware?

Twenty days ago, Ancestor Qian, the founder of the Divine Dynasty, perished.

The grief and pain that came from blood ties could not be covered up or severed.

Fortunately, this kind of perception was only possible for him, of the legitimate bloodline.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to leave those clans and sects behind.

The old servant quickly stepped forward and helped the young man up.

"Your Highness, where shall I go next?"

"To the Taiqing Sect, to the Golden Maple Temple. As leaders of Taoism and Buddhism, quite a few of their elders and Arhats died in the battle at the Earth Abyss. I don’t believe they would let go of their hatred."

Atop Yuyang Mountain, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his Taoist robe fluttering fiercely, watching the departing figures, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

"Senior brother, won’t you make a move? Removing the heads of those two would allow our Shangqing Sect to pass through this great turmoil more smoothly."

A detached voice echoed by the Taoist’s ear.

"My heart ultimately cannot find peace. Our senior brother was slain by that person, and yet we are tasked with eliminating dangers for him, bowing our heads in fealty."

"Moreover, with the Divine Dynasty, and Ancestor Qian, it’s still too early to determine their future."

The Taoist’s struggle in his gaze intensified as he watched the figures of the two gradually fade into the distance until they disappeared without him taking action.

A soft sigh echoed beside the Taoist’s ear, followed by a breeze that swept across the Vault of Heaven and raced towards the young man and the old servant.

"Junior brother..."

"Senior brother, let’s not speak more of this. I only want the head of that old servant."

The faint voice reverberated around the mountaintop.

...

While all the major forces were racking their brains on how to get through this crisis,

Liang Hui sat in a chariot, playing a game of chess with an elderly man.

The elderly man had gray hair and wore a gray cloth garment that had been washed until it turned white.

He emanated an aura of transcendence beyond the mundane world.

He sat cross-legged in front of Liang Hui, his gaze fixed on the chessboard before him.

He held a white piece and slowly placed it on the board.

As time passed, the black and white pieces spread across the chessboard.

"A draw, fitting for a Confucian scholar," Liang Hui chuckled lightly, scattering the black pieces in his hand casually onto the chessboard.

In his dream-like existence, his skill in chess was unsurpassed in the world, but the old man before him had managed to hold him to a draw.

"Chess is but a minor skill. Your Majesty is capable of pacifying the world with a single force, eliminating the numerous evils. Confucianism is far from comparable," the scholar sighed softly.

In this world, Confucianism did not cultivate the body or spiritual power, only reading scriptures and studying books, maintaining a breath of righteous energy.

As such an anomaly, naturally, they were not liked by Taoists or the Buddhist Sect, belonging to a very weak tradition.

"Scholar, you risk life and death to come find me, there must be an important matter," Liang Hui said, waving his hand lightly to put away the chessboard in front of him.

The elder breathed steadily and slowly began:

"Confucianism wishes to educate all beings, enlighten the minds of the common people, so that every citizen in the world can have three full meals a day."

The words were rather rough, but the content earned the young man’s admiration.

He straightened his posture and his eyes took on seriousness.

"Go on."