I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

Chapter 906 - 1: Turmoil and Concerns

The sky was clear.Clouds and rosy hues filled the sky, giving the world a bright clarity after the great destruction and torrential rain.

The vast East Sea, once vaporized to hundreds of meters deep, had now been absorbed and stored by the Tenth Continent—Nursery, forming a concave lake in the sky.

The new East Sea was now in the sky's Nursery.

At this moment, the drainage system of the entire Nursery was like a large teapot, spewing massive white streams from majestic drainage faucets at its four corners, surging toward the Sea Domain.

Splish-splash!

Suddenly, four sky-blocking waterfalls poured down from the sky, roaring wildly with the wind, even mixing Embers' bodies into the earth.

The entire East Sea was a battlefield, its seabed below blackened with bones, littered with remnants.

Despite the few moves made by the fighting forces, many died from the Cursed, the Four Great Divine Beasts, and other parties. These bodies, or the Embers they formed, were recovered by their families.

"Over there!"

"There's someone over there."

"These people have no fear, daring to come and witness the battle."

"What, you're still alive? You cleverly watched the battle from afar? Jumped past the shockwaves again and again? You're already dead; you're already Embers. I'm entrusted by your family to collect your corpse."

The battlefield was filled with Ark treating the wounded.

Unknowingly, Jiu Shui had already left, steering Xian back to the Capital City.

After all, Xian was indeed unsuitable to stay long, inherently possessing polluting, evil spiritual power.

As for the Night Emperor, he had quietly left early, not daring to reveal himself among these people.

And within the Chronicles of Time, the heroes of history exploded forth, numerous ancient tombs releasing their stored Divine Materials, promising great prosperity for Nine-State.

Yet Xin Xichen and others stayed, dealing with the battlefield, recalling scenes of the heroic odes of history, a complex emotion stirring within.

"These were once ancient heroes."

Xin Xichen exhaled a long breath of Muddy Qi, "They are Embers, maintaining their living logic; the battle cries and roars are not false."

Watching their surging emotions then, Xin Xichen felt the burning of the Fire of Civilization, the figures in history pressing forward one after another.

When that bundle of civilization's firewood ignited, those radiant divine faces, those death-defying shouts, dimmed the entire world.

Unafraid of death, only for dreams.

These historical Kings almost all blossomed to see themselves in life, knowing what their dreams were and what they could die for.

"Dynasties change like fireworks, but you're still young. As you gaze over the dynastic cycles like me, you'll gradually get used to it," said the old Cursed softly, comforting the youngest Xin Xichen, who was indeed deeply affected.

He had roared passionately, but the one who roared was not him...

This blow was truly too great.

"I know, don't worry."

Xin Xichen had quite a good impression of this old man.

In that battle, he saw through the fake Cursed's background, knowing his true identity in history.

Cursed, he was the first sun to emerge from the era after the Human God and Human Ancestor.

In ancient times, the system was not perfected.

In that era, there were no saints like Jiu Shui, initiating a Red Sun every one hundred and fifty years to cleanse the muddy Qi from the earth.

With time, the world was gnawed by muddy Qi, plunging into darkness.

The accumulation of muddy Qi, the consequence of which, the blacksmiths of Sword Casting Manor had experienced before.

The elders would multiply, and even opening Three Flowers would be polluted; cultivators' expressions eerie, as the blacksmith would say, they're designing a theatrical stunt.

Long-term, the world was full of muddy Qi, making opening the Three Flowers increasingly difficult.

And this predicament affected not just the Human Race, but all major races of the world.

The old Cursed stood up in that era, absorbing muddy Qi everywhere, pouring it into his Muddy Qi Demon Vessel, wherever there were corpses, there he was.

Thus.

History called him Yin Crow, more called him Cursed, attracting disasters; wherever he went was ominous, named a symbol of misfortune by the people.

People despised him, yet none knew he went wherever disaster arose, to clean the muddy Qi.

Until humans perfected the cyclic system, the emergence of the Two-Phase Realm, Saints used the Dharma Aspect Sun to patrol the world, cleansed the muddy Qi, letting ministers act as stars to supervise the realm.

Only then did Cursed gradually retire, seeking no fame, hiding from the world.

This history was long-standing, not only possessing degenerates and black hands but also good people.

For example, this old man who liked fishing, established a neutral tomb for the deceased, accepting a bunch of lonely, charred Ancestors of Embers from various eras.

At this moment.

"Is everything over?" The sudden low query of Phoenix Yi, for her, the battle was too terrifying, opened the door to a new world.

Ultimately, the decisive battle between the Ancient Bronze Emperor and Jiu Shui Xian was not something they could intervene, just approaching made them feel chilled.

"It should be over." Beside him, Cursed shook his head and sighed, "If that person didn't fake death, then everything has ended, ancient history completely erased."

"That person?" Xin Xichen sighed in his heart, looking up at the clear, cloudless sky, waterfalls continuously flood-relieving from the horizon.

Did we really win?

He paints us; he might understand our personality better than us, know us better than ourselves... know the victory and defeat of the battlefield better.

Yet he still lost, even though losing to Jiu Shui's Earth Vein trap, losing to Xian, it can be understood, yet Xin Xichen always felt something was amiss.

"Let it be, let it be." Xin Xichen smiled, "For now, as materials return to us, past Ancestors transform into the top materials of Self-Transformation Realm scattered everywhere; we can forge Immortal Weapon again, this time complete with boots, robes... the full sets."

Phoenix Yi showed a touch of emotion, "Next door's Xirong Manor, looks like orders will explode, they'll be making a fortune!"

They discarded doubts, watching the jubilant forces of Nine-State all around.

Whether the Human Race or Great Noble Families, the complete elimination of this ancient tomb's time bomb brought immense joy, granting true freedom.

No more lurking threats from the past, their civilization and history are thoroughly liberated.

Today marks a new chapter.

We will no longer have ancestral tombs of the past; in the future, we are the new ancestors.

Anyone can imagine, the future is destined to be a colossal rebound of civilization, an explosion of life, the Sacrificial Era emerges, the first Immortal General will be born, and they will step out of this Nine-State world.

This civilization, since its birth, has been suppressing without becoming Immortal, over fifteen million years lying dormant in the earth; today, it breaks the chrysalis, knows who I am, flying to the heavens.

The Seven-Colored Cycle Spiritual Root system will unleash unprecedented potential.

They abandon the past, trust the present, and look forward to the future.