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Chapter 417 - 174: Schemes for the People, The Last Son_3

Chapter 417: Chapter 174: Schemes for the People, The Last Son_3

The white-haired Zu Wenyuan quietly tidied up the chessboard.

As the rain fell, someone came over with an umbrella. Under the umbrella was the familiar young Taoist, Zhui Yue, though his eyes now carried a sense of indifference and vastness. He was Zhui Yue, yet he was no longer Zhui Yue.

Zu Wenyuan looked up, seemingly unsurprised: "Senior, you have arrived."

"Yes."

Zhui Yue nodded slightly and stepped forward, sitting opposite Zu Wenyuan, his demeanor calm and composed, "It’s raining."

Zu Wenyuan gently said, "Yes, the first time I met you, I was very young, and it was also raining heavily. I didn’t expect that when I met you again, it would still be during such a heavy rain."

"To come with the rain and leave with the rain is also my path."

"Taoist Sect senior."

One of the four great legends of martial arts, the Taoist Sect, watched the old Taoist with white hair and said, "You manipulated the fate of the world, even employing the forbidden magic skills. Your life span has been ignited; I’m afraid today is our last meeting."

Zu Wenyuan said, "Senior, are you asking about the question you posed to me in the pavilion during the rain back then, whether I have solved it?"

"How about we play one last game of chess."

The Taoist’s voice was cool as he answered, "Calculator, one must remain rational and calm to not be influenced. You made a mistake in this move."

Zu Wenyuan moved the last candle over. He was slightly out of breath, then took black and white chess pieces. The Taoist was silent, yet still took the pieces. Zu Wenyuan also took a white piece. The two played chess quietly, the candlelight flickering in the wind and rain.

Eventually, the Taoist picked up a chess piece and said, "Why would you do such a thing?"

Zu Wenyuan said, "Why?"

The Taoist’s tone was even, "Calculations can only save people... But in saving those few, all you could do was external. Like opening a crack, whether they can survive is merely a matter of probability, and the price you paid cannot be reclaimed."

Zu Wenyuan said, "Does saving people need a reason?"

He picked up a chess piece, his face showing some guilt and apology, "Actually, the teachings you gave me back then, I still haven’t managed to unravel them... I also wanted to explore all the mathematics, but then someone was knocking at my door. When I opened it, I saw darkness across the world."

"I saw the people in immense suffering, I saw skeletons lying beside."

"They were wailing, they were crying for help, they hoped to survive."

The old man lifted a chess piece in his hand, placed it down, and looking at the Taoist before him, he spoke softly, "They asked for help, so I had to reach out. The world is dark, so I did not want those lights to extinguish here."

The old man lost the game.

Zu Wenyuan stretched out his hand and carefully lifted an ant crawling on the table, placing it on the ground.

"The world is dark, and I wish to hold up a candle to the fire."

"Senior, that page of mathematics, I will never be able to solve it after all, but, please look at my life... "

The old man smiled, he reached out and slowly lifted the bronze lamp; the last flickering light danced as the celestial sun rotated overhead. People always say, the Emperor, the Son of Heaven, is like the sun in the sky.

But!

What about the Emperor?

Though deemed Heavenly Mandate, is it not also within human effort?

The old man lifted the bronze lamp, blocking that bit of the sun; with no cultivation, the calculator spoke out, his spirit surge as if swallowing that sun, and thus, the entire world dimmed instantly.

The armies tracking Yan Xuanji and Yue Pengwu suddenly lost their sense of direction; thus, the monk shouted loudly, sprinting forward. This time, disciples of the Buddhist Sect, carrying Yue Pengwu and the Golden Winged Great Peng, flew toward the more distant skies.

Yue Qianfeng was swept into a cave by a waterfall, heavily injured and unconscious, but ultimately survived without being discovered by other armies of Great Chen.

Li Guan charged the formation while the Five Spirits Dharma Form suddenly became blurred. The so-called Dharma Form was nothing but all the heroes throwing caution to the wind, exerting all their strength, draining their will and spirit, transforming into a blazing flame that soared into the air.

The Dharma Forms of the other heroes suddenly scattered, surrounding the young man like clouds. He shouted angrily, his Battle Halberd fiercely thrusting forward, facing the incredibly hard gate constructed from special material.

Li Guan abandoned everything, his spirit quickly gathering everything.

Then, within the surrounding clouds, a blurred claw reached out, a dragon claw, yet with talons like those of a phoenix or a hawk, and a palm like that of a White Tiger.

A deep Dragon Roar sounded, within the clouds surrounding the young man, Scale Armor moved, shining golden like the pupils of the Fire Earth Qilin and the White Tiger.

Semi-visible, the Dragon Horns like that of a Qilin, they seemed like the Dharma Form of the Five Spirits converging, the purest form of a dragon. Li Guan roared, delivering his Battle Halberd, and at that dim moment, the gate of Guan Yi City was directly torn apart by him.

In just an instant, the Dharma Form once again split into five.

The young man and the Qilin finally charged out from the midst of thousands of troops.

The Mental State instantly widened.

Stepping toward domination!

Zu Wenyuan held a bronze candle, and in a daze, he saw the darkness ahead.

Then he saw one figure after another, the ones walking in front used to be alive, he saw Yue Pengwu, Yue Qianfeng, saw Li Guan, saw Chen Wenmian, saw the figures of one young person after another, striding forward to tear through the darkness.

The old man stood on this side of the Gate, holding the candle, just like this, he watched them stride into the light, his own candle flame about to extinguish, yet these young people would continue on, and someday, there will be peace under heaven.

Only, I can no longer see it.

Suddenly he remembered his youth, meeting the Taoist Sect in the pavilion, that rainy night that trapped him for life, but in the end, he did not succeed in unraveling the mysteries of Mathematics, but regret it? He looked back, as if he could still see his younger self.

The younger self said: ’I want to calculate everything!’

’I want to become the strongest in Mathematics, then surpass Senior of the Taoist Sect!’

’Have you achieved it?’

So the old man started laughing, laughing heartily.

Thus, this lifetime’s heavy rain finally stopped.

The sun reappeared.

Still as magnificent in the sky.

Dong!

The bronze lamp fell heavily to the ground, the candle flame flickered, and the last light slowly extinguished.

The member of the Taoist Sect, holding a chess piece, stared blankly, speechless, unable to make a move.

Zu Wenyuan’s hand fell to the ground, his head bowed, the light in his eyes slowly fading.

Senior, I dedicate this life as one move, to open a line of vitality for this world.

How about it?!!