“Beautiful older sister, what are you busy with?” Inside Qinghuo Yuanchen’s general’s mansion, the wheels were very light, and the little girl’s voice was crisp.

Lian Yuchan sat properly at the long table, her posture graceful.

Her exquisite features were the brightest scenery in this room.

She was seriously flipping through the pile of book manuscripts on the table, occasionally using a pen to make notes. She said softly, “Older sister is researching ancient characters. Why don’t you play by yourself for a while?”

She couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards Ji Huo Yuxiu, this incredibly sensible little girl.

However, with a great enemy looming, she simply couldn’t bear to waste time and not contribute something.

Previously, everyone else was busy scattered around. Lin Xian was a mobile force, guarding the home and supervising the Wang Quan tribe.

Now it was her turn to look after the child at home, and there was nothing to complain about. After all, she was also stopped at the Tianren barrier and hadn’t reached the level of Jing Li Xiao Sheng Seng and the cold-faced mechanism man.

But she absolutely wouldn’t allow herself to merely just look after the child.

From a young age, whatever she did, she wanted to do it to the best of her ability. Her father required it of her, and she also required it of herself.

Her father was a Great Pillar Country, and she wanted to become a Great Pillar Country in the future.

What Lian Jingzhi could do, she wanted to do. What Lian Jingzhi couldn’t do, she also wanted to do.

Following Jiang Wang to cultivate was an act of being a “hostage,” but it was also a rare opportunity.

Qi Wu Emperor, precisely because he was a hostage that year, was able to leap out of the muddy pit of the Qi Court palace struggles at that time, experience extensive trials and tribulations, become accustomed to worldly affairs, and his achievements surpassed all previous Qi lords.

She leaped out of the narrow well of Xiang Country and in a small Baiyu Jing wine house, she saw the Huanghe Tianjiao, the hope of a small country, the Liuli Fozi, the true transmission of the Mohists, which greatly broadened her horizons. Not many days later, she encountered a true dragon of the Sea Clan and wanted to fight it to the death!

That’s why she cherished her time so much and was so focused.

Ji Huo Yuxiu pushed her wheelchair to her side, but she didn’t pay attention.

“Is beautiful older sister interpreting the Creation Book?” the little girl asked crisply.

“Ah, yes.” Lian Yuchan looked at the words and then at the pictures, seriously comparing the Zhu Ge lyrics, the sacrifice dance postures, and pondering the use of the ancient Fulu witch wish text for the Creation God. However, she wasn’t impatient with the little girl and said softly, “Little Xiu younger sister is also interested in the Creation Book?”

“My dream is to be a witch wish!” Ji Huo Yuxiu’s little hand lifted up under the table, her fingernails slowly becoming long and sharp. Of course, her voice was still childlike.

“A very good dream!” Lian Yuchan didn’t stop writing, but said, “I guess the master of the east house shouldn’t mind. There are many Zhu Ge from various tribes here that he had people collect. You can learn them yourself, remember them, it will be helpful for your dream.”

“What if Linchuan uncle minds?” Ji Huo Yuxiu asked with a smile. Her hands under the table were one positive and one negative, as if she was performing some kind of ceremony.

Lian Yuchan didn’t quite understand at first why the master of the east house would use Zhang Linchuan as an alias in the Fulu. Linking it to the later blood character proclamation formally overturning the Wusheng Teach, she could only attribute it to a kind of deep-seated hatred that made the master of the east house remember it all the time.

At this moment, she smiled gently: “It doesn’t matter. As long as it doesn’t harm his friends, this person is actually very tolerant… at most he’ll just deduct my wages.”

“Do you all in the Hunt Dragon Team get your wages from him? Who is it that gives you all the task to challenge the Extinction World Magic Dragon?” Ji Huo Yuxiu’s little hands under the table returned to their original state, becoming white and tender, and there was some curiosity in her voice.

Lian Yuchan realized she had almost let slip something while specializing in interpreting ancient characters, but fortunately, Ji Huo Yuxiu was very young and should be easy to coax, so she said: “He is the master of the east house. He bears the responsibility, and he also distributes the benefits.”

She didn’t talk deeply about the Extinction World Magic Dragon, the Hunt Dragon Team, and so on, as it would be very easy to contradict herself and have a hundred loopholes. She changed the subject: “Your voice is very pleasant to listen to. Singing Zhu Ge should be very good.”

Ji Huo Yuxiu was indeed very smoothly distracted and smiled innocently: “My mother also said so.”

Lian Yuchan’s character and appearance were actually not very similar; she wasn’t a gentle person, but perhaps receiving the order to bring the child, she was indeed very patient today: “Then just learn a little. Wait for the master of the east house to come back and sing a Zhu Ge to give him a scare, how about it?”

“Okay,” Ji Huo Yuxiu agreed, but then looked at Lian Yuchan’s manuscripts and pointed to a page of the Creation Book that Jiang Wang had condensed with Yuanli on the table: “Is beautiful older sister interpreting these two words?”

“Ah, right.” Lian Yuchan said casually: “The first one has already been interpreted, it’s the word ‘Qi’. There is still one word missing for this page of the book to be complete.”

Ji Huo Yuxiu said seriously: “This word should be ‘Ming’.”

Lian Yuchan was a little stunned. She had never expected this little girl who was not yet nine years old and dreamed of being a witch wish could interpret the Creation God text. One must know that the current official witch wish of the Wang Quan tribe might not be able to interpret a single word.

“Ming? Which Ming?” she asked.

Ji Huo Yuxiu snatched the pen from Lian Yuchan’s hand and wrote a proper “Ming” word on the paper. “This one.”

Lian Yuchan was somewhat unconvinced that this little girl could give the correct answer, but when she truly embedded this word into the entire page of the Creation Book, she found that from the shape of the word and the feeling of the word, it was all incredibly fitting. Those twisted lines could also find clues in the sacrifice dance.

That is to say, this interpretation is correct!

“The world has Wei, Wei at its Ming?” Lian Yuchan’s eyebrows furrowed tightly: “How to explain it?”

She subconsciously looked at Ji Huo Yuxiu: “Does this world exist because of things that some people have engraved in their hearts? Does it exist because of some engraved text?”

But she only saw that exaggerated witch wish mask and didn’t see Ji Huo Yuxiu’s eyes under the mask.

“Hehehe,” the little girl laughed: “This I just don’t know.”

Lian Yuchan temporarily threw the puzzle to the back of her mind: “Little Xiu younger sister, there are still several pages of the Creation Book here. Can you read them?”

Ji Huo Yuxiu only looked at them for a moment before turning back: “If I knew several words among them, perhaps I could naturally read them out. Just that word also appeared suddenly.”

Since she couldn’t take a shortcut, Lian Yuchan only said: “Being able to interpret one word is already very impressive. Thank you for your effort. I will work hard on the rest myself.”

Ji Huo Yuxiu waved her little hand and properly pushed her wheelchair to the opposite side of the long table, sitting face to face with Lian Yuchan: “Then I also want to work hard!”

The wall lamps in the house with closed doors and windows were warm.

Lian Yuchan’s shadow and Ji Huo Yuxiu’s shadow intersected right in the middle of the long table.

Below it were scattered manuscripts, the long history of witch wish in this world.

The lamps cast long shadows.

The supreme crown representing the authority to command various tribes was also somewhat distorted in the shadows.

Qing Wang knelt in front of a huge ancestor portrait that was already blurred by years of incense smoke.

The one-armed general Qinghuo Yuanchen knelt behind him.

“Ancestor, the spirit who first danced before the bonfire in the world.” Qing Wang’s voice was low and deep: “It’s time to choose destiny again. What should the Qinghuo tribe do?”

The portrait of course had no response.

“We left Sheng Ji Mountain that year, pioneered in the barren world, lit fires and danced in the long cold nights. After long multiplication and generations, we became the Qinghuo tribe of today. But ancestor, regarding the future, you didn’t leave more guidance.”

“Today I represent the tribe and hold the kingship of the world, but I don’t know the road ahead and have nowhere to ask for a strategy. The wise Zhushu witch wish ascended to You Tian, the brave Gao Chi clan leader died in the ground cave… The history of the Qinghuo tribe, it has all been taken away by them.”

He solemnly kowtowed: “Ancestor, if you have a spirit, please entrust it to my dream.”

He straightened his waist after a long time.

“Yuanchen,” he didn’t turn his head, only gazed intently at the ancestor portrait that occupied half the wall: “You have had the most contact with the newcomer Qingtian. What suggestions do you have? Or rather, do you feel that Zhang Linchuan is reliable?”

Qinghuo Yuanchen said seriously: “He showed pity for Qinghuo Qiming, tolerance for warriors whose strength was insufficient, and bravery in the life-and-death chess with You Ku… Of course, these don’t truly determine what kind of person he is. Moreover, four years have passed, and his feeling to people is also different from the beginning.”

“For example?”

“Initially, Mister Linchuan gave me the feeling of a lone hero. He didn’t care much about many things and didn’t think much. His dissatisfaction with Qinghuo Qiming’s death also showed on his face. This time, however, he has a feeling of high position and heavy power, accustomed to giving orders, and also has more city mansion. At least I can’t see through his thoughts.”

“Time urges people to grow old,” Qing Wang said: “If it were you four years ago, you wouldn’t have seen these either.”

“As the King says.”

“I need your suggestion, Yuanchen. Don’t hide anything. There are not many people beside me who can talk to me.”

Qinghuo Yuanchen lowered his head: “If it’s just the matter of Mister Linchuan, I think it’s better for us to continue supporting him. After all, we have already had a good cooperation. From the current performance, how can I say, he is also a person with rules and willing to respect us. Cooperating with him is more reliable than cooperating with an existence with an unclear background, even if that existence is more powerful.”

“That’s the reason,” Qing Wang said: “But he comes from the center of the various heavens and ten thousand worlds, from the present world. Wang Quan gave me a prediction. The Shenxiao world is about to open, and we also need to participate in the war to seek the leap of the Fulu world. So our entire Fulu needs to preserve strength and is not suitable for mixing too deeply in his war and consuming too much.”

“Once the world leaps, you will be able to achieve Saint Spirit, right?” Qinghuo Yuanchen’s words were full of expectation, and then he said: “Your subordinate is ignorant. I don’t know much about the present world.”

“Before, there was no need to understand. Our mountains and rivers were just scenery in a basin. It was only after I became clan leader and held the kingship that I slightly learned some information from outside the heavens,” Qing Wang said: “When there is no opportunity, the present world is the lord of the ten thousand worlds. When there is an opportunity, the present world is the enemy of various worlds. If we can overthrow the human race in the present world, we can all leap higher. If we can seize the present world, then we will be the rulers of the various heavens… Of course, it is impossible for us to break in with our strength. This time, we can only seek to enter one in ten thousand.”

“The world war is yet to come, but the current Zhang Linchuan and this Hunt Dragon Team are here to eliminate our strength,” Qinghuo Yuanchen said calmly: “The King has a long-term vision, but the road underfoot cannot be ignored.”

“I understand,” Qing Wang nodded, and then sighed: “It’s just that I can’t help but think, if we were born in the present world, you and I would not be like this. A heaven-endowed talent like Master Zhushu should also be able to shine in the ten thousand worlds.”

“Those short-sighted tribal clan leaders often say privately that the King just picked up a share of the kingship contract. Who knows the King’s grand strategy? Who knows the King’s sincere heart for the ten thousand people of this world?” Qinghuo Yuanchen prostrated himself and said: “I ought to go through fire and water for the King’s grand plan.”

His prostrate body was hidden under Qing Wang’s shadow.

And Qing Wang’s face was covered by the lamps, also like the ancestor on the portrait, blurred.

“Mountains and rivers are just scenery in a basin, and the world is also lines in the palm. Do you know who said these words?”

Inside the deep stone cave, Xi Ming’s slightly cold voice echoed.

After getting familiar, he was not like the beginning, smiling falsely. Or maybe he knew that kind of thing was completely meaningless, and Jiang Wang didn’t actually care if he was polite.

At this moment, Jing Li was reciting scriptures, reciting silent scriptures.

Jiang Wang and Xi Ming just borrowed that Buddha light and quietly looked at the rock paintings. Their shadows each reflected a side, distorted within the distorted paintings, also as if they had become part of the distortion.

The rock paintings on the stone wall have a long history, absolutely not just a thousand or ten thousand years. If what is described on them is not false, then it should be the origin of the Fulu human race – how could it be less than tens of thousands of years ago?

Perhaps hundreds of thousands of years.

Time cannot be specifically verified by them now.

The only thing that can be determined is that the rock paintings were drawn with spiritual fresh blood, so they could endure for such a long time. In the flow of time, the spirituality was exhausted, but the paintings were still engraved in the rock.

The rock itself became a long memory.

According to the depiction in the rock paintings, in ancient times, the Fulu human race did not live in Sheng Ji Mountain from birth, but had to gather and live in Sheng Ji Mountain.

Because outside Sheng Ji Mountain, in the barren world, it was full of evil ghosts!

Sheng Ji Mountain has a natural Saint ban, which prevents evil ghosts from touching it.

People who were wantonly abused in the barren world, all the remaining parts escaped to Sheng Ji Mountain.

Evil ghosts surrounded the mountain and lived.

Some sacrificed their own kind to the evil ghosts in exchange for short peace. Some fell into the clutches of the evil ghosts, went up the mountain to abduct, and went down the mountain to receive shelter. Some were willing to be raised by the evil ghosts, giving birth to sons and daughters generation after generation for blood food…

Of course, there should also have been resistance, those who did not submit, those who stepped out of Sheng Ji Mountain step by step with courage and wisdom. But these rock paintings do not depict this.

It only depicts a cruel and bloody, naked primitive period. It depicts the evil ghosts of the ancient period, and under the siege of the evil ghosts… human hearts that were more cruel than the evil ghosts.

“Who said it, so arrogant?” Jiang Wang’s mind returned from the wall paintings and responded to Xi Ming’s topic.

Xi Ming said faintly: “Xu Yuan Zhi.”

The founder of Taixu Sect, the builder of Taixu Illusion! A generation of absolute strong men, famous in the world, yet hidden in the world.

But actually, compared to building the Taixu Illusion itself, his ability to convince the world powers and promote the layout of the Taixu Illusion in the present world is perhaps more worthy of sigh.

A very important factor that Jiang someone was able to accidentally cultivate into the Voice Hear Immortal State was that in the Taixu Illusion, he accidentally heard the original sound of this strong man.

“Saying arrogant… It’s not that arrogant,” Jiang Wang’s face didn’t change: “True Lord Xu is viewing the world from a higher level. From a high building, mountains are naturally like mud balls, and people are like ants.”