History books
Among the six realms, Heaven loves humans the most.
This was the conclusion Changxia came to after thinking for a long time after Buduku sorted out Ji Zhao's memory.
Ji Zhao was the emperor of the Ji clan. Her memory contained many inhumane classics and historical books, including the history recorded by historians from 90,000 years ago.
This is a piece of history that only exists in the inheritance of successive emperors, and this inheritance also disappeared with Ji Zhao four thousand years ago.
For unknown reasons, Ji Zhao killed these memories, leaving only a tiny thread buried with Ye Shuxing.
It is true that God loves the world, and it is also true that destiny is predestined.
The Way of Heaven is a rigid and imposing parent. He has calculated all destinies and has them run according to predetermined paths.
Whether big or small, immortal, demon, human, god, ghost or monster, no matter who you are, you have your own path to follow.
Everyone is the protagonist of his own life, but on a stage as big as Cang Xuan, there must always be a distinction between the primary and the secondary.
This is the consensus of the six realms. It was like this yesterday, it is like this today, and it will be like this tomorrow.
This has been the case for tens of millions of years.
But the storybook was not written in a moment. Before the fate was written, there was a long period of chaos when fate could not be explored. At that time, the rules were not clear, hundreds of races were competing, anyone could die tomorrow, and everyone fought to the death for a little resource.
It was at that time that the Heavenly Dao observed, calculated, and deduced the next direction of the universe.
Once the deduction is completed, it becomes destiny.
Before the changes in the way of heaven occurred and the fairy world was separated, it was almost universally recognized that the protagonist of the six realms was the human race, and the protagonist of the human race was the Ji clan.
But people are not born in the eyes of God.
Chang Xia saw in Ji Zhao's memories that ninety thousand years ago, the human race was pitifully weak among the hundreds of other races. The tribes gathered together like candles flickering on the sea, easily extinguished by a single gust of wind.
Communication with gods in heaven, magical powers and spells.
The beasts walk on the earth, and they refine their bodies.
Only the human race does not have a long lifespan, nor a strong body. They only have two hands and a brain that is slightly better than that of beasts and plants.
The gods tried to subdue them, the demons tried to kill them, but the human race never fell.
In the barbaric era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, it was very rare for the weak to defeat the strong, to advance step by step, and to unite as one. It was so rare that almost only people could do this.
This rarity lasted until the creation of the world by the Human Emperor Ji, who raised a banner of humanity's indomitable spirit, allowing Heaven to take notice of this tiny race for the first time.
Watch them climb mountains and cross rivers, see them avoid disasters and defeat evil dragons, and see them establish city-states and live a peaceful life.
Step by step, make your own place in this world.
If you keep your eyes on others for too long, your heart will also be drawn away.
From this, the earliest art of witchcraft was born - when mortals prayed to Him, He would always respond.
Answer their prayers and write their destinies.
This is the preference that God has given to humans. And the Ji family, which has led the human race to prosperity, is the favorite among these preferences.
Give them the power of time and space spells, allowing them to turn the tide.
Perhaps God also thought that such days would last long, so he wrote fate and favored the human race.
But He didn’t expect that people would not be willing.
Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different races?
Do not submit to the natural laws of mountains and rivers, and do not respect immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas.
What makes people human is that they have an unyielding soul.
So what if there is a little preference? The fate is in the hands of others. No matter how much preference there is, it is just like a pet with smoother fur.
They were unwilling to submit to gods and demons in the past, and now they are unwilling to accept the fate arranged by heaven and become captive puppets.
The Ji family history book records that "power bestowed by heaven was destroyed by this man."
Behind these few figures lie the thrilling experiences of several generations. The historian uses humble words to describe the most arrogant intentions of mankind.
The inexplicable slumber of the Heavenly Dao during those years was not caused by immortals, demons, or enemies, but by the human race itself.
After all, a machine that can only operate mechanically is much easier to deal with than the Heavenly Dao that has developed self-awareness.
Even if this temporarily makes the situation difficult for the human race.
The book does not describe how people at that time made the way of heaven, which had already developed some consciousness, become cold and ruthless again.
The process was so long and cruel that the historians could not bear to read it and only briefly mentioned it.
When the next record appeared long after, the Way of Heaven had become the ancient and ruthless eye in the sky.
There is something wrong with the way of heaven. These words flashed through Changxia's mind for the first time.
Obviously, the missing part is in the person.
"They're just like a bunch of wolf cubs that can't be tamed." She laughed at herself, not caring at all that she was also scolded.
Changxia waved his hand, the dream dissipated, and the dome of Tianlai Tower was reflected in his eyes.
Outside the window, Lian Hua was making medicine for her.
No matter when, the bitter medicinal fragrance of Ruomugu always makes her feel at ease.
She got up and sat on the bed, leaning against the bedpost and gazing at the vast blue sky that she had been looking at for thousands of years - how cruel! Heaven favors those who are born unyielding, so one should know that those who will not surrender to the demon god will not surrender to him either.
Just like what she had answered Feng Yibai before.
Just because I have benefited, can I not hate this controlled fate?
Our predecessors simply sealed the self-generated consciousness of the Way of Heaven, turning Heaven into a ruthless machine that weaves destiny.
In fact, there should be a next step.
After all, destiny still exists, and the ultimate goal of the human race is to tear this destiny apart.
Before it had time to tear it apart, the fairy world discovered something was wrong.
The conscious heavenly way will use a clever method to guide living beings to believe that every arrangement of fate is the result of their free choice.
But the slow machine will not.
He rigidly carried out his destiny, just like making Ji Sheng's prime minister turn against him - when he stepped out of the dream woven by the Heavenly Dao, everything seemed so absurd.
Being discovered was inevitable, and the human race never thought of hiding it from the other realms.
What is surprising is that the immortal world also wants to break free from the control of heaven.
Moreover, the immortal world hates the human world.
It's ridiculous. Except for a few born immortals, most of the immortals in the immortal world are humans who ascended to become mortals.
Such an immortal actually hates humans.
There was no explanation for the reason in the inheritance that Ji Zhao received. When the human race discovered it, the fairy world had already lifted half of the seal, and then they could temporarily use him by taking advantage of the mixed emotions of love and hate that the Heavenly Dao had fostered in humans.
But... Changxia frowned, it was too stupid.
This period of time lasted for probably thousands or tens of thousands of years. They were immortals with greater power, longer lifespan, and broader knowledge than humans.
Humans can seal the way of heaven from nothing, but why can't immortals do it without using roundabout means?
Changxia had a hunch that this was not right, as if an immortal actually hated mortals - there must be something here that she didn't know.
Unfortunately, the immortal who was friendly to humans had died in the two battles against heaven, and Xie Fengxue did not come back, so there was no one left for Cang Xuan to answer her questions.
Zuo Qinmo was the real candidate for the Human Emperor back then. He might not know less than Ji Zhao.
But that guy's mouth is tighter than if it were sewn shut. If you want him to tell the truth, you'll have to wait until he's about to die.
Changxia's eyes darkened and she thought of Bie Jingchun.
This man died without telling her anything.
The master's brain is not as good as Zuo Qin's. How did he manage to hide it from her so perfectly?
Changxia thought that she was really not a good disciple.
The current way of heaven should be equivalent to arithmetic, calculating everything in this world and then running according to the established trajectory.
She didn't know whether it was destiny or man's will. She didn't know whether everything that had happened until now was also in the script calculated by heaven. Perhaps all the things before, the love, hatred and sacrifices they had entangled, were just a short play written by fate - just like the characters in the play thought they had escaped the shackles, but the audience was still watching them continue to sing under the stage.
Perhaps it is part of fate to let them think they have escaped their fate.
Lian Hua, who was decocting medicine outside, seemed to have sensed the movement in the room. She picked up her skirt and ran in two steps at a time. Then she pressed Chang Xia onto the bed and said with a frown, "Tell me, when can I finally let you go?"
Chang Xia smiled and said, "It's best not to worry about it forever."
Lian Hua sighed, "You."
She was silent for a moment, then continued, "I always thought of you as the child who came to me injured all those years ago."
Chang Xia said: "You can treat me as one now."
Lian Hua was actually amused by her words: "You'd better be."
After saying this, she lowered her eyes again, "I have never felt that time is so urgent, and my medical skills are so shallow... Xia Xia, I am afraid that I won't be able to heal you the next time you get hurt."
She watched her junior sister grow from a stubborn little girl into a stubborn young woman, and then into the outstanding swordsman she is today. She should have been happy for Changxia.
But... it's too heavy. Carrying the entire Cang Xuan on my back is really too heavy.
Lian Hua tucked the loose hair on Chang Xia's face behind her ears, revealing the girl's soft and gentle eyebrows and eyes. Because she had just been injured, she even looked a little pale and weak.
Cang Xuan's future depends on her.
Lian Hua whispered, "Why are you so powerful?"
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Ayang pulled Li Bai aside and gave her a big bag of things.
"Zhou Xiaosu asked me to bring it to you."
When Li Bai opened it, it was full of pastries and new dishes.
Li Bai asked: "These are all things I have never eaten before. Are they delicious?"
Ayang pinched her neck. For some reason, she always felt a little pain in the back of her neck.
"I don't know. He won't let me eat it."
She looked enviously at the dishes arranged in a row by Li Bai, "Zhou Xiaosu is really not considerate."
Li Bai picked up a piece of cake and put it in Ayang's mouth: "I'm being nice, that's all!"
A Yang covered his mouth and said vaguely, "You've been away for a few days this time. When will you come back to Cang Xuan? I've researched a new poison. Let's go and do justice!"
Li Bai thought for a moment and said, "I'll be back in a few days... but I probably won't be leaving the mountain for the time being. I want to stay with my senior sister."
There are not many people left in Zangfeng Mountain.
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