Chapter 901: Chapter 379: Unleashing Potential, The Book of Firewood
"They shouldn’t be able to win."
Phoenix Yi calmly analyzed, "Xian, gathering the Earth Vein brains of the Nine Great States, how terrifying is that? It’s the entire Nine-State! When consolidated, it’s like the grand majesty of the heavens!"
"Able to exert one hundred percent of Xian’s true power!"
"No, it will surpass Xian’s power at its peak in the past."
"After all, the ancient times were too primitive. Their use of power and Divine Techniques was very crude. Now, it is controlled by the greatest in the world, Jiu Shui, the strongest Emperor in the history of humans."
"He possesses the crystallization of over one hundred and fifty million years of civilization and wisdom, how terrifying must his combat power be?"
"They, cannot defeat Jiu Shui!" The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor also analyzed, he knew clearly the strength of Jiu Shui, especially when controlling Xian.
Jiu Shui who had come back to life, Jiu Shui at his peak, was too terrifying.
When he fights, he is always silent, a true speechless god of death, bringing an indescribably terrifying sense of oppression to the enemy.
Even if there is someone on the opposite side who is good at solving problems like Xin Xichen, so what?
The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor couldn’t think of how they would possibly lose!
"No, no, no," Xin Xichen couldn’t help but show a bit of tension seeing their optimism:
"You have no idea how strong I really am, nor how many trump cards and Divine Techniques I have prepared for today."
What?
Everyone looked at Xin Xichen.
This person is the most deceitful, most adept at hiding, could it be that he really has some cards and abilities that could threaten Xian?
That is Xian!
Can he, a mere problem-solving scholar, really...?
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Roar!
At this moment, facing the terrifying oppression of Xian, the fake Xin Xichen looked around at the fake Cursed, the fake Nine-headed Dragon Emperor and others:
"Everyone, we sealed Xian once before, now for the second time, we can still create miracles!"
They believed themselves to be the real Xin Xichen himself, thinking they were saving this world, being attacked by Xian for the second time.
The fake Xin Xichen was in overdrive, consciousness overloaded, "I am the emperor of the Human Race, wielding the Fire of Civilization, how could I lose to such barbarians, so what if it’s the ancient Xian?"
At this moment, the fake Xin Xichen was like a burning sun, dazzling and mesmerizing.
His eyes were full of fighting spirit, even with a thousand calculations, ten thousand cunning strategies, they were all for the people of the Human Race. He has come all this way, carving out the Immortal Path era, the Yin Yang Spirit Root, the Five Elements Spirit Root era....
He once personally created this Sheng Shi, and now with Nine-State behind him, how could he lose?
Because he promised that person.
Suddenly, memories surged like a tide, he remembered that year atop the throne Between the Embers, that Xin Shenghua licking his boots at his feet.
"Burn me, young self."
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"You are the unparalleled hero in my heart, riding on auspicious clouds."
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"This is the final flower path I’ve paved for you, your path is destined to be full of flowers and praises."
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"Remember, my young self, do not become this old me... do not become me... do not rot like me, become an honest and brave emperor."
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"Please ascend the throne, young Firewood King, please raise the torch, lead your civilization and people, usher in a new era of myth!"
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The conversation at that time lingered persistently in his ears.
The aged soul Muddy Qi of Xin Shenghua constantly pushed this young soul shell to awaken, to become the new Nine-State Firewood King.
The blessing from back then echoed continuously at his ears, speaking of his great dreams.
If not for life forcing him, the ravages of time, how could the Muddy Qi that Xin Shenghua turned into after another Xin Xichen’s death become decayed, cruel, and treacherously sinister?
No!
Even if life forces me, using every possible ghostly trick, I must push the historical wheel forward as the Firewood Emperor ushering in the Fire of Civilization.
The Muddy Qi of Xin Shenghua is dead, but I this soul shell still keeps the memory of that moment of youth when I died, never aging, never decaying, still holding a brave heart.
When flowers bloom, they see me, knowing who I am.
From the moment he was awakened by Xin Shenghua’s push, he knew who he was, what he was going to do, what dreams and ideas he had, willing to give up life.
"I have to defeat him, guarding this land at all costs."
A firm and burning thought emerged in his mind, his boiling heart burned like the Firewood in his grasp.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
Endless Firewood burned at the limits, like a supernova explosion, endless golden flames burned dense words, with surging thoughts, making his life swiftly pass by.
"Xian!"
The furious shout turned into endless golden flames, the fake Xin Xichen turned into a golden figure with wild hair flying.
"Not enough, the Fire of Civilization, it’s not burning intensely enough!"
"Since so, burn again! Burn my life again!"
The eyes of the fake Xin Xichen emitted scorching flames, "I must use that move."
"All the figures that ever existed in history, ancient beings, please lend me your strength."
He was already using his bottom-of-the-box Destiny Divine Technique, enlisting the remnants of history scattered between heaven and earth.
Humans have three treasures, turning into three corpses after death.
The first corpse is the physical body, the physical body’s filth, constructing a tomb.
The second corpse is the Muddy Qi, drifting in the world, polluting it, making it increasingly difficult to open the Immortal Sect, needing the Red Sun’s periodic purging.
The third corpse is the remaining Destiny, also drifting in the world, forming shattered living beings’ tombs of Destiny, the river of fate.
And now, he was borrowing strength from history.
With the civilization’s Firewood, burning the vast wisdom of entire history and civilization, able to reach the endpoint of ultimate wisdom.
"This is my Firewood."
The fake Xin Xichen elevated the civilization’s Firewood high into the sky.
"Everyone, our world has reached a moment of life and death."
"Please lend me your strength."
"Please pass on the Fire of Civilization."
All through history, the beings, remnants, various tribes of different eras, heard Xin Xichen’s call in the facsimile Chronicles of Time...
"I hear the request."
"That person is fighting for us."
In the history of the Chronicles of Time, in the Painted Walls, some Divine Beast Ancestors who had once defeated Xian couldn’t help but shout, "Xian has returned, if my strength is needed, please take it!"
Yet another distant Divine Beast Ancestor showed fear, roaring, "We cannot let despair come to this land again, even if it means death, we must stop Xian."
Not only the most ancient times.
The Human God era, the Human Ancestor era... the Chaotic Body Era, almost every era’s natives, beings, stood out from the Historical Painting Wall.
The same scene was happening everywhere.
On the entire historical painting scroll drawn by artists, scholars, heroes from each era, their flames of hope converged together.
They kept the fear of Xian from their life, their longing for home, to save this world, to fight against the apocalypse disaster, the source of the ancient twin disasters — Xian, would rather give up their life.
BOOM!
Countless Firewoods were burning.
Like in an endless eternal night, a leading man raised the torch of the Fire of Civilization, leading the vast masses behind him as they advanced in the shadows.
They anticipated, roared, full of hope, longing, vision for light, love for their family.
Even as the Embers, they followed the logic of their life, encompassing the bravery from defending their family in life, standing in the front, heroically guarding the land they were on.
"With the entire civilization backing me, how can I possibly lose?"
In the next moment, countless hopeful flames converged in the heart, igniting the figure of the fake Xin Xichen in golden flames.
Countless Fires of Knowledge swiftly burned the figures on the Chronicles of Time.
Firewood, burning others, acquiring others’ wisdom and knowledge.
And now, burning each history, the Chaotic Ancient Era, the Era of Longevity...
The people turned into fire, burning into golden flames laden with words.
Their flames of hope, bearing their courage, wisdom, knowledge... transformed into volumes of Firewood books, gradually merging onto the new Xin Xichen.
Rustling! Reaching out to grab, the counterfeit Sun Moon transformed into a golden Book of Truth, exuding platinum flames, at this moment he seemed like the only True God of knowledge across heaven and earth.
"History carried in books."
"Civilization eternal with Firewood."
