NOVPUBThe handwriting was extremely sloppy, and there were even large sections of smudged and deleted traces.
Yet Sun Erlang could still make out the general idea.
Under the rule of Emperor Tai Xuan, the Immortal Dynasty grew increasingly powerful, with an unending emergence of talented and extraordinary individuals. In the struggles against the other two nations, they repeatedly triumphed.
The Master of Heaven and Earth and the Supreme Saint of Humans had no choice but to join forces to resist the might of Tai Xuan…
Clearly, this plotline was not what the literati truly wanted to write.
Not only was the writing weaker than before, but even the attitude of the writer was perfunctory. Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, the literati had not even reached the conclusion before they unwillingly stopped writing. They indulged in alcohol daily, living a listless life.
Sun Erlang was not surprised by this result.
In the Sacred Dynasty Daqi, Emperor Tai Xuan and the Faceless Saint Emperor bore too many similarities. As long as there was even a slight disadvantage in the plot, the writer would be pointed at by thousands. Under such real-life pressure, Emperor Tai Xuan in the plot could only ever have smooth sailing. In the long run, his strength even surpassed the other two living beings by a great margin.
However, Sun Erlang was somewhat curious as to what plotline the writer had originally intended.
With a thought, Sun Erlang sent a strand of his Divine Sense into the writer’s Spirit Consciousness.
Before long, amidst the many chaotic thoughts, he found content related to [Tale of Xuanhuang Divided into Three].
It must be said, the writer was, after all, a native of the Holy Dynasty, bathed for years in the Emperor’s grace. Deep in his subconscious, his reverence for the Emperor led him to envision an ending where, ultimately, Emperor Tai Xuan overcame all difficulties to subjugate the other two victors, unifying the Xuanhuang World.
Among this were failures, setbacks, and even a period where he was in dire straits, his life hanging by a thread.
Sun Erlang had to admit that, compared to the revised version he had seen in reality, the writer’s initial plot arrangement in the Spirit Consciousness was far more dramatic and gripping.
"So-called writing should be like viewing mountains; one does not enjoy the plains. Compared to it, the version outside is indeed like chewing wax."
Although Sun Erlang thought this, the content of the book involved his Master, so he did not dare to make decisions on his own.
He returned to the Saint Emperor Seat and reported the matter to Li Ping.
It was just a small matter, yet for some reason, it left the Emperor silent for a long time.
"Emperor Tai Xuan is me, the Supreme Saint is me, and the Master of Heaven and Earth is also me."
Finally, the Emperor slowly uttered these words, resounding through the cold Saint Emperor Seat.
Sun Erlang was first startled, and then he came to a sudden realization.
He left with an expression of joy.
However, Li Ping’s usually unshakable composure was for some reason disturbed by this incident, causing ripples that were hard to calm.
Perhaps he understood why the Master, after establishing the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals, always stayed out of worldly affairs and avoided public eye.
...
In the Hongze Realm.
Zhang Ming, a Golden Core Cultivator tasked by the Sacred Dynasty Daqi to guard this realm, suddenly received a report from his subordinates.
It appeared that some unwelcome visitors from the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals had intruded into Small World.
"Three Nascent Souls and seven Golden Cores."
Zhang Ming’s brows furrowed tightly.
Although he sent a call for reinforcements to the Holy Dynasty immediately, the thought of the large Kongming Flow Crystal vein they had just discovered here made the anxiety in Zhang Ming’s heart impossible to calm.
"This Hongze Realm is not big, and the unique aura of Kongming Flow Crystal is very distinctive. Even with Array Talismans to cover it up slightly, I’m afraid it would be hard to escape these people’s investigation."
"It seems that this battle is inevitable."
Zhang Ming quickly calculated the forces he could muster.
Including himself, they barely made up five Golden Cores.
The disparity in strength was clear; defeat was certain.
If he chose to retreat, the Holy Dynasty would not impose any severe punishment.
However, the pride of being a soldier of Daqi meant that Zhang Ming was destined not to flee without even having the courage to fight.
Zhang Ming was very resolute and directly released the only Sky-obscuring Talisman.
As the name implied, the Sky-obscuring Talisman could conceal the secrets of Heaven.
It was well-known that when a Cultivator from Xuanhuang World perished, anomalies would appear in the sky. The entire life and the specific manner of death of the fallen Cultivator would emerge clearly upon the Vault of Heaven.
Under normal circumstances, this was manageable, but in a life or death struggle like today, any casualties would be instantly known far and wide. This greatly increased the difficulty of battle.
However, with the Sky-obscuring Talisman, the situation could be reversed, or even turned into a beneficial condition for combat.
The Talisman not only masked anomalies of a Cultivator’s fall but could also precisely distinguish between friends and foes.
If an enemy Cultivator was killed by our side, there would be no anomalies. But if a friendly Cultivator was killed, anomalies would still descend to alert us.
Although the exact working principle of this Talisman was unknown, undoubtedly, just this one Sky-obscuring Talisman could tip a bit of the scales in one’s favor.
"Just relying on this one Talisman is not enough."
Zhang Ming glanced at a small White Jade Arrow in his arms.
"It’s a pity, with our squad’s credentials, we can only request one Army-killing Arrow for each mission."
"If we could acquire more, I wouldn’t even fear a God Transformation, let alone these Nascent Soul Monks."
The Army-killing Arrow was a weakened version of the Sky Patrol Arrow of the Holy Dynasty.
Although considered weaker, it could deliver a devastating blow to Nascent Souls and those below the Nascent Soul Realm.
With its tracking and aura-locking capabilities, once targeted, there was no chance of escape.
"Only this one, I need to make the most of it."
Soon, Zhang Ming had a plan in mind.
"Fu Ge!"
"Present!" A Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivator, one of Zhang Ming’s subordinates dressed in dull yellow, promptly responded.
