abnabooks Chapter 246 The Memory of History
Chapter 246 The Memory of History
The floodwaters surged, submerging the entire land; mountains collapsed, and rivers flowed backward.
A nine-headed serpent coiled in the middle of the flood, its nine heads spewing venomous saliva, causing vegetation to wither and soil to turn to mud wherever it touched. A colossal figure, clad in imperial robes, with white hair, a human head and a serpent's body, stood atop Kunlun Mountain, radiating unparalleled majesty.
His dark imperial robes fluttered in the gale, and the giant sword in his hand reflected the setting sun, the sun, moon and star patterns engraved on the blade faintly glowing with golden light.
Countless flying demonic beasts flapped their wings and swarmed towards the man, but the man's expression hardened, and a powerful pressure spread out. The originally ferocious demonic beasts instantly fled in all directions.
Even Qin Xiaochuan, who was outside the illusion, felt an irresistible fear suddenly surge into his heart, and wondered what the monsters in the illusion felt.
The nine-headed serpent roared to the sky, its nine heads simultaneously spewing out thick, black venomous saliva.
Faced with the arrogance of the nine-headed serpent, the man pointed his sword at the sky. A bolt of lightning flashed, and the greatsword burst forth with golden light. The man cleaved the greatsword down from the sky, and the golden light poured down like a celestial river, instantly slicing through three of the nine-headed serpent's heads. In an instant, black blood gushed out, poisonous mist churned, and the world changed color.
Qin Xiaochuan stared dumbfounded at the phantom before him, almost forgetting to breathe.
What level of battle is this? Every move they make exudes a world-destroying aura. Is this the formidable strength of the ancient witch clan? No wonder they can rival the gods.
Compared to them, Qin Xiaochuan felt that his usual battles were like playing house.
"If only I could have such power," Qin Xiaochuan thought enviously. "Judging from their attire and that nine-headed giant serpent, they must be Emperor Zhuanxu from ancient times and Xiangliu, who helped Gonggong wreak havoc on the world."
At this moment, the phantom Xiangliu had only six heads left. It roared to the sky and spat out six jade discs emitting red light. These discs rose up and converged into one larger disc, emitting an even more dazzling light.
When the jade discs gathered together, the rampaging monsters on the snow mountain seemed to go mad, suddenly all rushing towards Zhuanxu, who stood atop Kunlun. In an instant, the entire mountain was filled with running monsters, like a flood that had burst its banks, flowing endlessly.
Zhuanxu remained standing proudly, and with a slash of his giant sword, a golden light flashed, transforming into countless sword energies that crisscrossed the snow-capped mountains. Wherever the sword energies passed, they left behind a trail of monster corpses, and in an instant, blood flowed freely, leaving the ground in a mess.
"I feel like I've seen this kind of jade pendant somewhere before." Qin Xiaochuan was attracted by the jade disc that Xiang Liu spat out.
He searched his memory carefully and, somewhat uncertainly, took out a red jade disc from his pocket. Although it was much smaller than the jade disc on Xiang Liu's head, its shape was very similar.
"I remember Xiaoyi gave this to me back then, but he didn't tell me what it was. Now it seems quite useful." Qin Xiaochuan thought to himself, and then he couldn't help but think of Xiaoyi's arrogant face.
After he and Guo Shiyi helped Xiaoyi defeat Fa Yan, who was sent by the developer, Xiaoyi outwardly said that he didn't want to talk to him. However, before parting, he still gave him this jade disc as a thank-you gift. Qin Xiaochuan originally wanted to ask Han Kexin about the purpose of the jade disc afterward, but he was delayed by many things and forgot about it.
Qin Xiaochuan examined the jade disc several times. Apart from some strange patterns carved on both sides, there was nothing special about it.
"It seems I'll have to ask Han Kexin later if she knows what this thing is for," Qin Xiaochuan thought to himself.
As he put the jade disc back into his pocket and looked at Xiang Liu in the phantom again, another important thought came to his mind.
"Xiangliu, Xiangliu, was a minister of Gonggong. He had nine heads and ate from nine mountains. Where Xiangliu went, there were marshes and streams. Yu killed Xiangliu, and his blood was so foul that it was impossible to plant the five grains. Yu dug it up, three fathoms deep and three ditches, and then used it as a platform for the emperors." Qin Xiaochuan suddenly remembered this passage.
He remembered this passage so well because Xiao Yi had told him that Fu You had asked all the demons to help him find the Platform of Emperors, which was the place where Xiang Liu was suppressed.
Then, considering the prophecy mentioned by the wise monk that the demon race would invade the human world again, everything becomes connected.
In order to return to the human world, the demon race first sent Kawamoto Taro and others to the Land of Witches to release the imprisoned Floating Spirits, and then searched for the Platform of Emperors, clearly in order to revive the suppressed Xiang Liu. If successful, the invasion of the demon race would indeed be inevitable.
Now that things have come to this, it is obviously too late to stop their actions. The only chance to salvage the situation is to find the cause that determines the ultimate fate of mankind, just like the wise monk did. He suddenly understood the importance of what the wise monk had done.
Thinking of this, Qin Xiaochuan felt he should immediately share this information with Han Kexin. So he ended the illusions in front of him, came out of meditation, and looked at Han Kexin opposite him. He found that she was still in meditation. Her face was cold and her brows were slightly furrowed. He wondered what she had seen in the illusions.
Qin Xiaochuan looked around at the others. Zhou Bin had a serious expression, while Xiao Ying looked excited and kept moving her mouth, even drooling.
Uh, Qin Xiaochuan was both amused and exasperated. She must have seen something delicious.
However, Qin Xiaochuan also realized that different people would see different things under the Heavenly Stele.
Anyway, the matter of the demon race isn't urgent, so we might as well take this time to explore this mysterious Heavenly Stele more. Maybe we can find the key to help Kaiming regain his memories, or even see the future like the wise monk.
With this in mind, Qin Xiaochuan once again entered a meditative state before the Heavenly Stele, quickly entering his own spiritual world.
The towering tree reaches straight into the clouds, its roots invisible below and its top unseen above. Its broad branches resemble a towering city wall, and its bronze-colored trunk reflects an ancient light. Golden light flows between the veins of its emerald green leaves, and from afar, it looks like the Milky Way cascading down from the sky. And so it stands proudly between heaven and earth forever, having witnessed countless springs and autumns.
When Qin Xiaochuan first saw this giant tree, he was struck dumb, as if by lightning. Such was the wonder of nature, far beyond human imagination.
This was the Jianmu tree that connected the three realms, and now it was truly appearing before his eyes. Even though he was very, very far away, he still felt like an ant looking at a giant tree.
Emperor Zhuanxu hovered in mid-air, his black imperial robes fluttering in the strong wind. He looked at the giant tree in the distance, which had weathered countless storms, with a complex expression on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.
The spiritual energy flowed straight down the Jianmu tree and entered Emperor Zhuanxu's body. When he opened his eyes again, the giant sword in his hand suddenly began to hum, like a dragon's slow cry, and then burst forth with golden light. Emperor Zhuanxu's gaze became extremely firm, and with a swing of the giant sword, the golden light swept across the trunk of the Jianmu tree.
The sacred tree trembled, the sky roared, and dazzling light burst forth from its trunk, blinding the eyes.
The second sword slashed...
The gods were enraged, the sorcerers wailed, the demonic beasts fled, and a thunderous roar seemed to echo from the heavens: "How dare you do this!"
The third sword slashed across.
The sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds filled the sky, covering the vast wilderness.
The fourth sword slashed
The sun and moon lost their color, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and wind and rain raged.
The fifth sword slashed
The stars shifted, the tree swayed precariously, and sparks flew from its trunk like shooting stars.
The sixth sword slashed
Above the earth, dragons and snakes rise and fall; beneath the earth, the nine netherworlds tremble!
The seventh sword slashed
A massive tsunami erupted on the sea, sending waves crashing to the sky.
The seventh sword slashed
The leaves on the treetops fell like stars, turning into streaks of fire that swept across the world.
The eighth sword slashed
The Jianmu tree let out a mournful cry, its trunk cracking inch by inch, and bronze-colored branches, like molten lava from a volcano, slowly flowed down from the trunk.
The ninth sword slashed
The enormous divine tree let out its final lament before collapsing with a deafening roar, transforming into countless rays of light that vanished into the heavens and earth.
From that moment on, heaven and earth were set in their proper places, and gods and men were forever separated.