Chapter 905: Chapter 383: Final Victory and Curtain Call
At this moment.
The Ancient Bronze Emperor stepped forward, even integrating Ning Zheng’s Ancient Bronze Emperor version.
The Chronicles of Time transformed into his Golden Body, accommodating the resurrected pseudo Xin Xichen and others, even Jiu Shui...
However, their version of pseudo Jiu Shui was his early Jiu Shui during the time he presided over Nine-State.
Not updated like Xin Xichen!
Clearly, Jiu Shui had reservations and was prepared in advance.
He never appeared before the world, even after sparring with the painter, his true form was not revealed, controlling Xian directly...
Never giving you the opportunity to paint his Jiu Shui.
Thump, thump, thump!
Both sides battled fiercely, causing the heavens and earth to shatter.
The Ancient Bronze Emperor was bare-chested, his muscles knotted, burning Firewood Flames, Phoenix Fire, along with Divine Techniques like White Tiger and Black Tortoise...
And Xian, draped in rice spike-length hair, with a calm, deep expression, held the Nine Five Venerable Sword:
"Is this your last trump card? The great leader who defeated Xian in ancient times? Actually mastering the way of destiny, capable of connecting the destinies of everyone?"
"Feels a bit like Xin Xichen; he connects the wisdom of all beings, while this one connects Qi Fortune Value."
At this moment, the Mother of Non-Life, the black-robed physician of the Chaotic Body Era, said: "There’s also us, we can connect the flesh."
"Consciousness as the Firewood, gathering of destinies, connection of flesh and blood, all things are linked together, let’s burn!" Countless voices of Bai Xingling, protagonists of history, roared in unison.
"Very well, let’s have a thrilling fight." The Ancient Bronze Emperor slowly crouched down, revealing a brilliant smile, leaped up, and swung his fist toward the sky, as though to smash the heavens and earth.
Boom, boom, boom!!
Two vast giants collided once more.
One, pitch black with a hint of dark green, Jiu Shui, as if the demon of ten thousand demons.
One golden, the Ancient Bronze Emperor burning with golden Firewood Flames, as if the god of all gods.
An overwhelming momentum left the entire Nine-State breathless, witnessing such great power for the first time.
The Night Emperor was already standing at a distance, silently observing, hands behind his back, saying: "I traveled around the Immortal Realm, and their combat power now rivals the sect leaders of some small Immortal Sects."
"With a mortal body, they stand shoulder to shoulder with Immortal Gods, not just ordinary Immortal Gods..."
"However, the opponent isn’t a singular entity; one is the keystone of the world, Xian..."
"Another is the super form gathered from the entire Chronicles of Time... Under these special circumstances, having this power is normal."
The Night Emperor continued to analyze from afar.
"Well said." Ning Zheng shifted the lens to the Night Emperor, giving him a close-up.
He was very pleased with his commentary, certain this segment would be edited into the future animation opening CG.
Thus not only showcasing the blacksmith’s standby adventure team function, but also fostering an Immortal Level child, boosting morale for the future blacksmith.
In the distance.
The two sides collided again, finally determining the victor of this battle.
Bang, like a vast giant fell, the Ancient Bronze Emperor of the Chronicles of Time crashed fiercely into the East Sea, splashing countless tsunamis.
Yet this giant’s form remained upright, in half-kneeling posture, punching forward, conveying a sense of imminent explosive action.
In reality, his eyes were already dim and lifeless, all inner consciousness had perished.
"Dead." Jiu Shui slowly descended, approached him, and gently touched his forehead with a finger.
His body suddenly exploded in a series of blasts! His form shattered and transformed into a shower of golden light, casting over the human world.
This golden figure assembled from the Chronicles of Time fell, countless Self-Transformation Realm Emperors, materials returned completely to the Nine-State, becoming Divine Gold, Treasure Wood, Bone Jade, rewarding the entire Nine-State.
When a whale falls, myriad things flourish.
Let alone a tomb of Nine-State history, containing vast burial treasures.
The moment the metallic colossus fell, pseudo Xin Xichen’s remnant soul plummeted from the crowd.
Pseudo Xin Xichen’s gaze slowly lifted to the sky, suddenly, the gray rain fragmented down, reminding him of the scene he promised to Firewood Flower.
"Burn me, my youthful self."
...
"You are the unparalleled hero in my heart, riding the vibrant clouds."
...
"Please ascend the throne, young Firewood King."
...
The countenance of Firewood Flower slowly emerged, then became enlightened, "Turns out, I was never me from the start."
A breeze swept through, his figure became countless fragments of metal, fell to the ground, gazing up at the high-up Xin Xichen with folded hands, "This was my youthful self."
Elsewhere.
Countless figures, Cursed, black-clad physician, and emperors of the Chaotic Body Era, Firewood Dynasty’s various Firewood Emperors... also shattered like pseudo Xin Xichen.
Their shadows dispersed, seemingly to eternally vanish in the river of history.
In the core area.
The Mother of Non-Life, Li Rouhua, was fragmenting, watching her few Emperor of Longevity babies, her lifelong intense obsession surged within.
She seemed to see herself catching fish by the river with a boy, the leaping fish smacking the boy’s cheek swollen, making her laugh heartily, they farmed, picked wild vegetables, hunted together.
Later, they grew up, left the village together, toiled in the towns of the Immortal Sect, practiced, learned Talisman Making, bought a house together as Loose Cultivators.
She adjusted vibrant flowers in a garden with a pregnant belly, her husband Xu You crafted talismans inside.
"I’ll be back," Xu You said that day, then never returned.
Upon hearing news of his death, she drew his unique Paper Talisman on her belly, reincarnating repeatedly, raising children repeatedly, eventually founding the entire Longevity Dynasty.
Memories faded like a lantern, the Mother of Non-Life stood up in a daze, looked at the painter beside her, also obscuring, overlapping with the shadow of her childhood Talisman Master.
She suddenly looked at that painter’s scroll, remembered the talisman, realized something, and broke into tears, "You’ve returned."
The painter gave a puzzled sound, the drained figure also turned to wind and sand, raising a slight smile, transforming into the young Talisman Master Xu You of bygone days, "I’ve returned."
That year the youth led a high-headed horse, left the village, pulled the laughing maiden onto the horse, setting off under the sunset on a journey to seek immortality, dreaming of a beautiful future.
...
"Painter, dead."
Jiu Shui confirmed repeatedly, reaching a definitive conclusion.
The fall of the entire Ancient Bronze Emperor caused all ancient figures to completely vanish from the sky.
The rain suddenly ceased.
The evening sky was tinged with red by the sunset, creating a golden edge, countless rays colored like waves, serenely drifting.
The sky was clear.
At the same time, everyone watched the scene on the battlefield, the fallen Ancient Bronze Emperor, Xian standing between heaven and earth, seemingly becoming an eternal legend.
With the complete battle death of ancient black-handed pseudo-humans, decomposition of the Chronicles of Time, and the painter’s demise, the heavy shadow hovering over Nine-State completely vanished, humanity had utterly defeated all shadows and black hands of the past, severed history and bygone, and began to envision a brand new future.
The ultimate victor was determined, Jiu Shui, who wielded Xian’s brain, reborn return, had plotted everything before dying, arranging earth vein layout for over ten thousand years since the founding, now wielding Xian’s brain, there was no one who could stop him.
"We’ve won!"
"Victory! Victory!"
"Jiu Shui! His Majesty Jiushui, has returned!"
Mountainous cheers and tidal waves of joy roared throughout the world, as if to unfold a new Chapter in Nine-State’s history.
This scene seemed destined to be eternally recorded on the Painted Wall of history, a shadow in the silhouette picked up a brush to draw, turned to leave.
The afterglow elongated his shadow, beside him gradually appeared a woman’s silhouette, "Let’s go."
— End of this volume.
