Chapter 2625: Unspoken History

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The Thousand Autumn Coffin is an extremely powerful technique within the Harsh Winter Immortal Technique. It becomes even more potent after the Longevity Chapter is completed.

But Jiang Wang wasn't satisfied with just following behind Hong Junyan. Just as he unleashed his ultimate arts in the Chao Wen Dao Heavenly Palace, he was never satisfied with his past self.

Those who sit in the Cloud Top Immortal Palace gaze at the nine heavens above.

With the Immortal Dao's general chapter, the Lingxiao Chapter, as the foundation, and the Longevity Chapter and Ruyi Chapter as supplementary techniques, this Ruyi Thousand Autumn Coffin is born.

On the basis of the original technique's freezing dao principles and withering lifespan foundation, it also has a strong targeting effect on divine intent. Therefore, it can further disintegrate the target's resistance and deepen the freeze of the Thousand Autumn Coffin.

Zuoqiu Wu quietly stood inside the Mountain River Disk, suppressed by Yan Chao's mountains and rivers. His left hand held a bamboo slip, which had also become an ice and snow covered sword. His right hand was stained with white chess powder, yet a point of clear light appeared in his palm—

Li Yi's sword, from beginning to end, from initial to final, always pointed at him, like a long nail pinning him in time!

Dou Zhao held his knife, quietly suspended and silent. His clothes billowed in the wind, reflected on the icy surface.

At this moment, Huang Sheli descended like a great peng, her feet stepping on the scenic wind, her yellow robe covering the snow. She majestically half-squatted on the ice coffin, spreading her five fingers downwards to press, pushing time.

Inside this enormous ice coffin, Zuoqiu Wu quietly stood in the mountains and rivers, without any posture of resistance.

Not until his lifespan had withered by three hundred thirty-two years, three months, and seven days, did he slowly open his eyes and say again: "I know his pain."

He wanted to say he could now empathize.

But Cui Yi Duo was only in the Divine Arrival realm. Sealed and suppressed in his cultivation, he watched his lifespan drain and slowly died of old age, step by step. It was powerlessness, it was effort yet useless.

But Cui Yi Duo was completely unaware of the situation!

Zuoqiu Wu, however, chose to bear it after deep thought and consideration.

This wasn't a simple lifespan offset. The pain felt by both sides was fundamentally incomparable.

This old dean in front of him was not only a grand master of history but also a great Confucian renowned for his research into human nature. It was impossible for him not to understand these things. Yet, he spoke as he did.

Jiang Wang only felt his stubbornness.

"If Brother Cui heard you say this, he would be very heartbroken," Jiang Wang said.

Zuoqiu Wu was silent for a moment, then said: "As we walk on the right path, we will always leave behind some other correct people."

He lightly shook his head, his tone gentle but firm: "It doesn't matter, as long as this path is correct, we will always meet at the end. The truly correct person can write the best ending."

Jiang Wang no longer spoke with him about Cui Yi Duo, nor did he argue about what was correct. This matter had already lost its meaning of discussion.

He only quietly looked at the person on the Mountain River Disk: "Your institute's Lou Mingbi believes in the advocacy of governance... do you support it?"

"Do you think I am a person of Equality Country?" Zuoqiu Wu asked with interest: "What identity have you arranged for me in your heart? Saint Duke, God Hero, or Zhao King?"

Jiang Wang said: "It depends on which path you walk."

"The three venerables of Equality Country are Duke, Righteousness, and Reason. Flipping through history books, word by word is hard to find." The frost on the bamboo slip in Zuoqiu Wu's hand gradually melted away. Snow water dripped down, like time leaking. He spoke of Equality Country without waves: "Our generation studies history to seek clarity. Moreover, regardless of the path, I am now easily suppressed here by you. Do I still have the qualifications to hold Equality Country?"

"Your strength can bear it," Jiang Wang said without waves: "This ice coffin fundamentally cannot seal you."

Zuoqiu Wu fixed his eyes on him. Instead of denying his own strength, he only sighed that these people knew his true strength yet were so resolute. Truly brave without fear. He shook his head: "Although I traverse history, I do not worship old paths. Lou Mingbi's advocacy has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Wang still looked at him: "The vast majority of people within Equality Country believe in, precisely, the so-called New Heaven. They all want to change this world, not through old books."

Zuoqiu Wu said indifferently: "True Monarch Jiang perhaps underestimates Ouyang Jie, underestimates Jing Country. Zheng Wu has already been rooted out. If I were the person behind Lou Mingbi, how could I possibly escape suspicion?"

"That's also right." Jiang Wang only casually probed, so he didn't dwell on this question and turned to say: "Mister Zuoqiu, where did my colleague go? Flipping through your institute's history books, only he is not seen."

Zuoqiu Wu slightly raised his head: "Speaking of which, you all still have another friend, that Biancheng Yan Jun... It was the first to walk into the book before you all, exploring the path for you. The situation might not be very good now... Aren't you planning to deal with it?"

"That guy cannot die," Jiang Wang said carelessly.

"If you say this, won't It be heartbroken?"

"If It knows the feeling of heartbreak."

"You know, death is not the most profound torment."

"Mister Zuoqiu." Jiang Wang's tone became slightly serious: "Since you have already seen It, you should know. So-called 'torment,' to It, is not a threatening word."

Zuoqiu Wu lightly exhaled: "You might know... 'Li Beng Le Hua Sheng Mo Gong'?"

Jiang Wang instantly restrained his gaze: "Mister knows I am also good at refining demons."

Zuoqiu Wu said: "So you also know, the same demon art, with or without immortal nature, has two different meanings."

Jiang Wang seemed thoughtful: "So Biancheng Yan Jun seeing Cui Yi Duo is..."

Zuoqiu Wu said: "Saint Demon."

Jiang Wang's figure flicked his clothes corner as if unintentionally, brushing past the White Day Dream Bridge's rain, then falling onto the Diligent Academy's lake heart pavilion.

Drops slid from the eaves, stopping on Chong Xuan Zun's fingertip. He glanced at it, casually placed a piece on the unmanned chessboard, then lifted his foot and stepped out of this place.

In the Thousand Autumn Coffin, Jiang Wang pondered: "According to my knowledge, the Saint Demon Monarch was killed more than two thousand years ago, and until now, no new Saint Demon Monarch has been born."

"Saint Demon and Saint Demon Monarch are not the same thing. What you see now is the self-manifestation of the Saint Demon Art—you should have seen the Blood Demon, that panting and ugly one... The Saint Demon is similar to it. Its power is constrained by the degree of the original Demon Art volume's intactness. In the situation without a Demon Monarch governing, it is not particularly strong," Zuoqiu Wu said, adding: "But dealing with the current Biancheng Yan Jun, it is enough."

Jiang Wang's green robe remained, his fingers shuttling through the Death Announcement Bird's virtual shadow: "I understand less and less. What exactly is Mister's intention?"

Zuoqiu Wu opened his mouth, seeming to have many words he wanted to say, but finally remained silent.

On that branch of ice and snow melted bamboo slip, the knife-like pen marks were clear, engraving words that said—

"Peach and Plum do not speak."

It seemed to be for this aspiration.

Hua hua hua.

The sound of the book being rolled away by Dou Zhao's knife echoed again.

In Zuoqiu Wu's mind, a paper book truly materialized. Its pages were yellowed, piled with dust for several autumns.

This time, flipping past, was not just Hua Wei's finger.

With his standing place as the center, ripples that summoned heaven and responded to earth were born.

All sorts of rules between heaven and earth, all fell into words with his brush—wind, rain, thunder, lightning. Cloud, fog, frost, snow.

These words all flowed quickly, brushing past him, like the long river of time passing.

He wanted to flip over this "Mountain River Ban", and also flip over this "Thousand Autumn Coffin". He wanted to leap out of this latent intent sea, and also flip over this White Day Dream.

The first technique of the Confucian school throughout the ages, its name is... Spring and Autumn!

This technique is claimed to be the "Nine Sages' Absolute Echo," said to be a great technique jointly created by the nine Confucian sages in various saints' eras for the Confucian gate. It is also said that "non-historians do not transmit, non-sect masters do not annotate."

Only truly profound classics and great Confucians with sufficient cultivation can slightly supplement this technique.

Under generations of revision, the power of this technique is already unpredictable to gods and ghosts. It was once greatly praised by Emperor Tai Ancestor Ji Yanqiu as—"Horizontally absolute all kinds of techniques".

The Six Yao Mountain River Great Yan Ban is now a basin scene, and Zuoqiu Wu is the person in the scene.

Watching the Spring and Autumn change years, this scene will be flipped over, and that Qing Ding that horizontally presses one world will also be lifted—

A large hand pressed on the Qing Ding, blue veins on the back of the hand rising like mountain pulses, one hand suppressing mountains and rivers! Then saw the sun and moon heaven seal appearing in the heavenly court. His double eyes suddenly turned into golden sun and snowy moon. Jiang Wang, with this utterly impartial and emotionless heaven pupil, fixed his eyes and read Spring and Autumn.

The fingers, which seemed to be a virtual Death Announcement Bird, were released at this moment. They emitted a joyful whistle.

The extremely cold Thousand Autumn Ice Coffin was exactly the Death Announcement Bird's free sky.

The power of withering lifespan and freezing dao spread wantonly.

Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning died, cloud, fog, frost, and snow also died.

Ancient people also die, present people also die, people who record history die also die!

Frost settled on Zuoqiu Wu's eyebrows.

He finally realized that Jiang Wang was far more than he knew, stronger than he imagined. These talented individuals who stepped on the era's tide, every battle they displayed in front of people, was only a remnant image of the past. They fundamentally could not catch up to his present self.

Once upon a time, he also had such a period of time, but that was already a very long story.

A sentence suddenly came to mind in his brain—"You think you are the person writing the book, but in fact, you are also the book being flipped."

The person who said this sentence was Shi Bozhou.

The person who listened to this sentence... was Mister Zi.

"Hu—"

Zuoqiu Wu let out a long breath, which also condensed into frost.

He finally summoned more power, never having thought that he actually couldn't have some reservations in front of such a young junior.

From Li Yi's sword, then to Dou Zhao's knife, then to Jiang Wang's Thousand Autumn Coffin, everything came too fast, making him, accustomed to seeing history, feel as if he couldn't cope in time. The waves of time were actually most magnificent in the contemporary era!

Also, bah... they have all walked this far.

Zuoqiu Wu shook off the frost on his eyebrows, which gave his solemn features a momentary comical appearance.

Please... You.... Collect_ (Six\Nine\Book\Bar!)

Hua la la—what was flipped was not only Zuoqiu Wu's Spring and Autumn, but also the history of this Diligent Academy.

As Huang Sheli said earlier, Zuoqiu Wu not only walked in one time-space segment—he walked in all time-spaces. In this history book named Diligent Academy, every page recorded Zuoqiu Wu's name. He operated, placed pieces, laid out... or just looked at the scenery.

Now, every page of Zuoqiu Wu, all flipped back to this page!

Jiang Wang was not wrong. Judging only by strength, he could indeed bear the three venerables of Equality Country—it was just that he had never displayed it so clearly before.

Crossing time-space, heaven and earth unite.

Penetrating ancient and modern, my Confucianism is one!

His aura of the absolute peak in the present world rose violently with terrifying speed—

Dou Zhao, who was quietly suspended, moved at this moment.

He instantly materialized a golden body, and on the golden body, rolled up red ghost fire.

"Old Head Zuo, today is a closed exam—"

His Tianxiao Knife was already raised high, pulling countless ethereal cracks in the heavenly dome. He suddenly chopped down with one knife: "Not allowed... to flip the book!"

The heavenly gap was like a long cloak, its body forever brilliant.

This form was reflected on the ice surface, and even the Thousand Autumn Ice Coffin, frozen with frost and lifespan, seemed to be melted by its brilliance.

The previous knife asked the history book, this moment the knife horizontally spans ten thousand ages.

If someone could hold this history book of Diligent Academy in their hand, then they could see—

Every page of Zuoqiu Wu who walked out of the history book, before coming out, was blocked by Tianxiao... a vertical knife edge chop!

This one knife—all worlds' heavenly tribulation!

Jiang Wang's sword spanned all heavens, separating ten thousand realms at the absolute peak. He was also unwilling to fall behind, painstakingly, also wanting to use the knife as a tribulation. Without the heaven dao ocean as a hub, he could only plant his Dou Zhan fire seeds in the world origin of every world, hoping that one knife would exhaust, heaven punishing ten thousand realms.

This is a long-term effort, and he is still far from completing it. But in this history book of Diligent Academy, the moment his knife asked the history book, he had already sprinkled the glory of war.

Now it is only the echo of Tianxiao.

"Good!"

Zuoqiu Wu involuntarily praised!

His pupils seemed to become time doors. In the depths of his pupils, an ancient scroll floated.

Literary energy filled the sky, suddenly like flying snow pressing on his shoulders.

Every page of Zuoqiu Wu in history, all gripped a book-slip sword and a horizontal knife, their voices old but also heroic: "Now that I am old! Can I abandon the exam, huh?"

His eyes penetrated history, his voice engraved the history book. He saw through every knife mark that horizontally absoluted all worlds... and then the vertical sword.

Every knife chopped in the vast time-space was pointed back.

That peerless sword intent pointed directly at Dou Zhao's brow, first blocked by golden light, then swallowed by a group of mixed turning calamity energy.

Dou Zhao, who blocked the knife, couldn't help but cough out golden blood. But he didn't mind at all. He coughed blood, and the horizontal knife chopped again: "Old Head! The exam question written by Zhong Xuan is placed here, destined for you to also go to the exam desk. Even if it is a past wrong, how can life and death avoid you and me?"

The Tianxiao Knife emitted a thick decay intent, the extreme decay power corroding everything—

He actually broke all worlds with his body's decay!

He wanted to break this history book with one knife.

"Come! If you don't kill me today, your head will be cut off by me!" Dou Zhao's mad voice resounded in the history book.

Truly... flipping through the history book, there is no such person.

Zuoqiu Wu pointed on the bamboo slip, and the sword edge swept over, dripping not blood, but the manifestation of power, the condensation of dao principles.

Every page in history hid Zuoqiu Wu's dao quality!

This was the most direct collision. Dao quality pressed up, bearing down like a mountain breaking the spine.

"Now we discuss life and death, not avoiding ten thousand worlds' absolute!"

In countless vast time-spaces, he delivered this one sword again.

The bamboo slip against the knife edge, the green scroll stopping the decay intent.

One sword stopped ten thousand worlds.

"Pu!"

Dou Zhao sprayed golden blood wildly, even blood flew from his seven orifices. The ghost fire trembled as if it would extinguish, the golden body was vague as if it would break, but his aura became higher and higher... as if approaching the nine heavens.

He seemed like a rampaging ancient vicious beast, awakening in time-space.

Yet, he chopped himself with a backhand knife—

Dou Zhan's eighth style, Ten Thousand Ancient Become Yesterday!

The knife light splashed like water washing, Dou Zhao's golden body suddenly renewed, his whole person recovering to a peak state of no leaks and no damage.

Hua hua hua—there seemed to be the sound of chains ringing inside his body. That kind of power he couldn't control was locked back again.

"Come again! Do not let my knife rest! Do not stop my intent, do not make Tianxiao ring in vain!"

His hair danced wildly, his clothes billowed like flags. He chopped down with another knife!

At the same time, in segments and segments of time-space depth, Zuoqiu Wu, who had stopped worlds with one sword, suddenly raised his head—

Yet, a line of heavenly light shone on his skull. In all time-spaces, Li Yi's sword that penetrated ten thousand ancient times fell.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

Under the terrifying power explosion, it was as if an ancient giant beast was colliding inside the Thousand Autumn Ice Coffin.

Huang Sheli, who was pushing time above the ice coffin, instantly became a blood person. Blood beads surged outwards from every pore.

"Don't mind me!"

Huang Sheli's whole body and face were covered in blood, yet she grinned and laughed. A waterfall of fresh blood flowed from her bright white teeth. In her dark eyes, which had turned dark red, was an ambition no less than anyone else's: "I will step on time and ascend to the peak, reading books to seek the dao! This is my path. This is my... awakening!"

Zuoqiu Wu's main body was suppressed, his time body was blocked in all time-spaces, and he looked up from inside the Thousand Autumn Ice Coffin—

But he saw the Thunder Sound Pagoda suspended high above, connecting to the nine heavens' thunder light above, and drumming with booming Sanskrit sounds below.

It instantly steadied Huang Sheli's shaky body.

Time had already flowed statically, and the Bodhi in her heart had opened... she had already entered a state of awakening.

Truly crazy! She wanted to glimpse that most difficult step of reversing the journey on the path of life and death.

Great promising futures, great promising youths. Were these the most absolute talented individuals of the contemporary era, none of whom feared death?