Chapter Forty-Five: The Hell Scroll
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Some people call the process of overcoming shadows "growth."
But for Tian Chang, it was precisely because he had worked so hard and strived so relentlessly, step by step reaching his current level, that he was qualified to see the shadow, qualified to be shrouded in it.
He is strong enough to see the power of this shadow.
Growth is but a climb towards true fear.
Over the years, he has walked on eggshells, constantly feeling himself teetering on the edge of life and death. One wrong step, one misstep, and he would plummet into an inescapable abyss.
No one enjoys fear, he just tells himself to be more careful, more cautious, not to be consumed by the shadows. Or at least...don't die too foolishly.
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Qin Guangwang's eyes were like the Hell Scroll, wherever they fell, everything would decay. Whatever he saw, he killed.
But that hand, with its distinct bones, did indeed block that gaze.
All that is real and unreal, all that is life and death, lies within the turn of a hand.
The owner of this hand is a man in light clothing, thin trousers, barefoot and with unkempt hair.
He seemed to have just come out of his bedroom, having taken a rather unsatisfying nap. He threw on a piece of clothing and casually grabbed an annoying fly—squeezing the life out of it.
There was no surging madness beneath his feet, nor dazzling brilliance around him.
Only standing on emptiness, a thin shadow reflects on the water.
His face was as white as a sheet, with no jewels or ornaments adorning him. He stood there silently, his head tilted, gazing at the palm of his hand—the eyes of King Qin Guang had transformed into swirling emerald light, struggling within his grasp—he curiously examined them.
Though he had been silent for ten years, Qi Di's fearsome reputation was not forgotten.
By the time of the Second War between Qi and Xia, everyone in the world knew about it.
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Unlike the boisterous public praise showered upon Wuanghou and Jianganghou at that time, this person's reputation spread solely through whispers, carried by fear.
Southern Xia's Governor Su Guan Ying had ruled for many years. Even though Tian An Ping led his troops through Wuxing Prefecture back then, it remained the poorest prefecture. Su Guan Ying had poured a lot of resources into managing... but there was simply nothing to manage.
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Even the people of Wuxing didn't have much left.
In the early stages of Qi State's rise, the people of Qi did not care about or even indulged in ferocity. Therefore, there was a notorious executioner named Chong Xuan Chu Liang who was said to be able to silence even a crying child with his mere name.
In the present day when Qi State's hegemony is firmly established, its ruler particularly emphasizes "rule by virtue". As they say, "The kingly way prevails, and war does not reach the whole world in submission."
Every effort was made to downplay the brutality of the battlefield and to avoid provoking resentment among the people of Xiàdì.
But the man before him was still like a shadow from the depths of night. The fear he brought still lingered in the air.
There is a rumor—one the Qi state government vehemently denies—that when news broke of this man assuming command and executing Rain Commander, even the famed Nine Army legions, the strongest warriors in the land, saw desertions from within the Rain Army!
...only to escape his name.
Who could have such a terrifying reputation, being compared to the infamous mass-murderers Chong Xuanchu and Yin Xiaoheng in just one war, and being seen as the embodiment of "carnage"
He is the current commander of the Zanyu Army of the Great Qi Empire, Dazetian... Tian Anping!
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Arrogant to the extreme, he held in his hand the life of Liu Shen Tong, a prodigy from a renowned sect.
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But he looked so harmless, he gazed curiously at the emerald glow in his palm, like a child pondering the movements of an ant.
Tian Chang, clad in armor and wielding his sword, stood firm amidst the surging waves. He was usually a powerful and awe-inspiring figure. Yet at this moment, he, along with the turbulent tide, had become a subdued, whimpering beast.
A gentle sea breeze, a slow tide, the sound of waves rocking dreams, everything languidly peaceful.
Outside the ruins of the Wanxian Palace, this deserted sea briefly presented a strange... peace.
King Chujiang, however, at this time, was physically and mentally exhausted, feeling an unprecedented stiffness, as if he were already a corpse, unable to move even a finger. Even his thoughts...began to lag behind.
She felt herself falling into an abyss, and no matter what secret arts she used, she couldn't awaken herself.
At this very moment, a long hand came to shield her eyes, blocking out the dangers that lurked before her. The warmth emanating from its palm soothed her chilled body, and called forth the softness within her rigid heart.
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Once again, vividly brought to life, once again feeling the warmth of humanity.
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And Qin Guangwang, who stretched out his hand, flew forward as if nothing had happened.
His outstretched left hand covered Chu Jiang Wang's eyes, leading her deeper into Wanxian Palace. His right hand hung slightly, his fingers wrapped in a sleeve around a slender, emerald-colored snake that writhed and spat out jade venom.
He didn't say a word, not even a superfluous glance.
Behind him, the clouds withered, the sea withered, and even Yuanli began to unravel... A sickly green fluorescence stained everything. Thus, all was withering away.
He had a life of daring deeds and would certainly not fear challenging Tian Anping. But tangling with the commander of Zhan Yu army at sea was clearly not a wise choice.
A silent turn is the most resolute farewell.
Hell's gate was unmanned, and the black robes of the Yama King billowed in the air like a shroud, once again casting this place in darkness.
The brief light has passed!
The King of Night commanded silence.
The site of the once-clearly defined Wanxian Palace ruins became hazy and indistinct once more, returning to a mirage.
He opened the dilapidated gates of the Wanxian Palace ruins, and closed them again. He pulled the Wanxian Palace from the cracks where light and sound intersected, and threw it back into the labyrinth of the five senses!
Tian Changli stood at the head of the tide, like a wooden carving swept along by the current. He could only watch helplessly as Qin Guangwang and Chu Jiangwang's figures disappeared into the depths of Wansxian Palace. As he watched the light and shadow of Wansxian Palace gradually fade and disappear, he felt completely powerless to stop it. Yet, he dared not speak out to remind those who could possibly intervene.
He had followed Tian Anping for too long to not know when he was most dangerous. At least, when Tian Anping developed curiosity and focused his attention on something, silence was the most basic requirement.
But if King Qin Guang simply vanished with the Wanxian Palace, would he, as a mere observer, be held accountable
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As he gazed upon this desolate expanse of sea, all that remained were faint traces of light, fading into nothingness. Tian Chang's knuckles, gripping the hilt of his sword, had turned as white as bone.
At such a moment, Tian Anping seemed to have come to his senses.
He moved his gaze from the twisting emerald light in the palm of his left hand, towards the increasingly distant, vanishing phantom of the Wanxian Palace. With a stoic expression... he raised his right hand.
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Here we go!
The shackles on his hands rattled, the remaining few broken links swaying ceaselessly.
And from the void, it thrust out mountain-like chains, winding like a dragon's coils, then suddenly straight as if touching something!
Tian Anping remained expressionless, only slowly pulling his right hand back.
Boom boom boom!
Tian Chang was shocked to see that the concept of "distance" had been shattered. What was once called "illusory" and "past" now returned to "reality" and "present". The dilapidated ruins of the fairy palace, still echoing with sorrow, resembled an aging carriage on the verge of collapse, struggling forward on the road. The harder it strained, the further it seemed to fall behind.
Everything that has passed is reversing!
Those broken walls and crumbling pavilions, beyond the flying eaves and platforms, had a very faint shimmer of illusory colors flowing like silk threads, accompanied by indistinct sounds – those were the light and sound crushed by an unparalleled force.
The Wanxian Palace, where light and sound once merged harmoniously, was forcibly pulled out of its tranquil state!
He has no key, he does not open the door. He has no score, he does not break the bridge.
He yanked back to the Palace of Ten Thousand Immortals!
Tian Changli stood at the headland, sword hanging, speechless.
Tian Anping merely feigned a grip on the chains, pressing down and sinking the pitch-black chain, as massive as a mountain range, into the sea.
We can see the colossal remains of the Wanxian Palace struggling in the air, like a trapped beast trying to break free. The enormous chains plunging into the sea, however, remain taut and motionless.—
The water meets the sky, and the sea confines the immortals!
He is simply indescribable.
Light clothing and thin trousers, unbearable by the sea wind. Disheveled long hair, also chaotic in the wind.
But he took a step forward, using the chains as his bridge, walking towards that inescapable celestial palace ruin. His right hand was empty, his left held nothing, drooping at his side. The emerald light clutched in his palm had been crushed into a tangible dust, falling like snowflakes.
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Tick, tock, tick.
Every step forward.
Wow, wow, wow.
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The chain swayed.
Tian Anping's figure on the iron cable bridge seemed to be both slow and hurried, disappearing into the depths of the fairy palace in a blink.
Now only Tian Chang remained, standing alone at the headland, guarding the ruins of the fairy palace.
He didn't ask Tian Anping what he should do next, and Tian Anping left no orders—he had always been that way when serving by Tian Anping's side, requiring him to figure out what to do himself.
In a way, Tian Anping isn't a particularly difficult person to get along with. He rarely expresses dissatisfaction and never blames anyone. As long as he gets things done on time, he doesn't care how roundabout the process is. Even if you mess something up, most of the time you only need to offer a solution.
There's just one thing—you never know when he's displeased. And once he is, there's no taking it back. He usually just kills them outright.
Tian Chang slowly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again. During this process, the almost still heart began to beat once more.
He never concealed his fear in front of Tian Anping, and Tian Anping didn't have trust as a concept. He just tried his best not to trouble Tian Anping.
He was very clear about it—Tian Anping had always used him. It was simply because he could solve some unnecessary troubles and save them some thinking time, not because he was extraordinary in any way.
He wanted to emerge from the ruins of Wanxian Palace with news of Qin Guangwang and Tian Anping's dispute, and send a letter out through the illusionary realm of Tai Xu.
But on second thought, I didn't do it in the end.
He couldn't be sure if opening the illusory realm here would allow him to avoid being tracked by Tian Anping. He also didn't think this news was a huge favor for "Old Master Jiang."
The clash between King Qin Guang and Tian Anping was probably a "dog bites dog" situation for that Immortal Jiang. None of them dying would be a bad thing.
The so-called harvest from the ruins of Wansxian Palace was not something that Master Jiang seemed to care about. Even if he did, it wouldn't be good to vie with the Rain Commander of Qi State. Furthermore, in such an event, what could Master Jiang offer in return
Tian Chang couldn't think of anything for the moment, so he didn't act. He couldn't take such a big risk before there was a certain huge gain.
At this moment, surveying the surroundings with a drawn sword, I suddenly unsheathed it and slashed.
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The waves beneath surged and rose, crashing against the ruined fairy palace, burying it whole.
The tide ebbs and flows, the blue waves ripple, this place seems like nothing has ever come here.
Everything was taken away by the sea wind, and Tian Chang also disappeared into the sea.
With a single stroke, the sea garment was peeled off, to be made into robes for the celestial palace.
This moon-obscuring trick, is already his full power.
To give Tian Anping enough time and avoid any interference from outsiders during his "hunt" in the ruins of Wanxian Palace, is what he, as the current commander of the Zhan Yu Army, should do.
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Although it's highly unlikely, if Tian Anping were to meet with misfortune, he could easily use Hai Yi to escape - oh no, call for rescue.
The sea is so vast.
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The rain that night seemed to linger only in the waters of the anglerfish.
Li Longchuan couldn't understand why Wang Kun was willing to lead his troops to garrison here—this sea area was both barren and remote, far from anywhere, and it couldn't be considered a key location. Even if there was any action taken, it wouldn't have too much of an impact.
The reason for adjusting the defense zone of Diaohailou and deploying this Jingguo army unit here is precisely due to these considerations.
But Wang Kun surprisingly accepted and quickly set up camp.
There must be some kind of problem he hasn't thought of yet.
There is, indeed, no reason to drive this group of people out to sea.
The sea frontier is the world's sea frontier. The people of Jingguo were invited by the Diuhai Lou to come and assist in defense. Needless to say, Penglai Island has been operating overseas for a long time and there are even rumors that it directly intervenes in sea frontier affairs.
"General Li has been observing here for a long time. Is there nothing important to be busy with" Wang Kun, after inspecting the temporary seaside camp, flew back onto the giant turtle's back and looked at Li Longchuan who was standing still there.
He was well aware of Li Longchuan's keen observation, understanding that Jingjun's arrangements would be no secret under those eyes. But he didn't care at all.
Because he and the few elite warriors he brought were not crucial to the plan at all. His arrangements in the Ghostface Fish Sea were entirely insignificant. He deliberately designed them to be complex, only to mislead Li Longchuan's Candlelight.
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The more clearly Li Longchuan saw, the more he would likely become confused.
With the plan progressing to this stage, he felt very relaxed.
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Li Longchuan said softly, "I have been resting these past few days and would like to spend more time with Brother Wang here."
Wang Kun laughed inexplicably: "Brother Li, of course, can stay here with Wang. After all, it's one-on-one surveillance. Qi State is now quite a big family business..."
“What do you want to say” Li Longchuan raised his sword eyebrows, looking at him impatiently.
"I just want to ask, if you have everyone watching every person who goes to sea...then what about Pei Hongjiu And Xu San" Wang Kun grinned. "Even...Taiguan Zhenren"
By this point in time, any messages Wang Kun could receive, Li Longchuan would naturally also receive.
The Grand Emperor's Heavenly Court cultivator, Pei Hongjiu, appeared outside of the Qiao Island with five teams of Dou E warriors.
The great disciple Xu San of the Great Luo Mountain of the Dajing Empire, leading five squads of Dou'e Armored Warriors, appeared outside the island of Wudong.
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The number one expert in the Zhongyu region, Emperor Daxing of Building Lu, appears before Tianya Stage!
It's no longer necessary to ask how they suddenly appeared. Whether they came from the legendary Penglai Island, or through the Diaohalu or Yanggu channels, it doesn't matter now. What matters is their purpose for appearing in these places!
If this were a war, merely hearing these names wouldn't faze Li Longchuan at all. Jing Guo's mobilization on this scale wouldn't be enough to even wage a full-scale battle against Qi Guo.
But there is currently a consensus on "non-aggression against other countries." In terms of a regional action, Jing Guo's scale is unprecedented!
Such a huge commotion must have a huge purpose.
But even when things progressed to this point, he didn't get any information!
What does a night watchman do
What on earth is Jing Guo trying to do!
“What answer do you seek” Li Longchuan’s expression was calm. “Guests from Jingguo are welcome to come to the sea for pleasure. The Jingguo army is also welcome to participate in sea defense. But if you come to stir up trouble… I fear that the waves on the sea are too strong, they might capsize your ships and prevent any of you from returning.”
He looked into Wang Kun's eyes: "I'm not talking about you. I'm saying, whether it's Pei Hongjiu, Xu San, or even Taiyuan Zhenren, they are all like this!"
"Truly bold! And truly confident!" Wang Kun sighed, "I repeatedly feel here with Brother Li—the Qi State is mighty indeed!"
Li Longchuan raised his eyes and said, "It was all fought back with swords and guns."
At this moment, Wang Kun's expression was strange. He looked into the distance, at the dark sea under the night sky, and said with a sigh: "Did you hear the crying"
Li Longchuan grinned: "Want to cry"
“I’m talking about,” Wang Kun said, “the cries of the sunken city.”
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