"You bastard." Tony Stark wasn't angry. He stared intently at Aizen, then suddenly sneered, "I'm not arguing with you anymore. Anyone who's seen Bleach: Starfall knows what's going on."
Emilia was initially tense upon seeing the various ways she and her acquaintances had died. However, watching the group arguing in front of her made her much more relaxed.
Song Que remained silent. The scene depicted by the River of Time had stirred up his already calmed heart once again.
He simply couldn't put into words what the scene was like.
The past and future of a world are fully unfolded from the perspective of the chosen one... allowing these bystanders to observe and understand this world from a god-like perspective.
Finally, it even condensed that long river of history into a star floating overhead.
He didn't know whether this was a creation technique or simply tracing the past and predicting the future... but he knew in his heart that even ordinary gods might not be able to do such a thing.
In other words, the person before us is someone who can be considered among the top deities.
"Could it be the legendary Jade Emperor?" Song Que's mind was filled with thoughts. "No, if we're talking about deducing heavenly secrets and going back in time, this method is somewhat similar to the method of the human emperor Fuxi in mythology."
Does this mean that all ancient myths are true?
And the one shrouded in mist on the bronze throne is none other than the legendary Fuxi.
That doesn't make sense either. The more Song Que thought about it, the less he understood. The aura of the god in front of him, who was impossible to look directly at, was generally dark, which was completely different from the grand and majestic image of Fuxi that he had imagined.
“Now,” Zhang Sanfeng turned his gaze to Song Que and asked softly, “Mr. Song, don’t you want to look at your future?”
After a long silence, Song Que flipped his palm over.
He stared expressionlessly at the manifested cards, and after a brief moment of thought, he took out two cards: the Eight Secrets of Heavenly Blade and the Heavenly Blade Technique.
He tossed it toward Su Han, his voice hoarse and low, "Then, please, Speaker, manifest my future."
Su Han calmly accepted the two cards. He remained silent and tapped his fingers lightly on the back of the chair.
The void trembled, endless mist gathered, and a vast scene emerged.
That was the grand scene of Yangzhou. Time flew by, and two young men who came from Yangzhou embarked on the path of martial arts through various coincidences, and then set out on the path of conquering the world.
Their lives were incredibly eventful; they encountered countless heroes and peerless masters, and also witnessed the beauty of unparalleled women. They commanded armies of tens of thousands and conquered the world…
In the end, however, they relinquished the throne that countless people dreamed of and retired to the mountains, allowing Li Shimin to successfully ascend the throne.
An endless mist, enveloping the vast scene, continued to gather and eventually transformed into a pale green, eerie star, quietly floating above Song Que's head.
"...Li Shimin".
Song Que gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his brow twitching. He was a staunch believer in Han Chinese bloodlines, so he didn't think much of Li Shimin, who had non-Han ancestry. But fate played a cruel trick, and in the end… it was that person who ascended the throne.
Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Song Que was certain that in that future, he must have chosen those two chosen ones...
Thinking of this, Song Que's eyes turned cold. It was understandable that he was angry. Those two chosen ones were utterly disappointing; in the end, they seemed to give up on everything and retreat to the mountains without even trying. This was completely incomprehensible.
“I was too hasty in my analysis just now,” Song Que forced down the idea of causing trouble for Yangzhou Shuanglong. He muttered to himself, “Maybe I overlooked something… I’ll make a decision after I understand everything.”
“Mr. Song, so you were from the Sui and Tang Dynasties.” Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed in admiration, “A grandmaster of that era!”
"However, I don't seem to have heard of any grandmasters in history? Nor have I heard of Song Que the Heavenly Blade, the Three Great Grandmasters, Cihang Jingzhai, or anything like that." Huang Rong was puzzled and finally sighed, "It's all my fault for not studying hard enough in the past, otherwise I would definitely know what's going on now."
“Miss Huang Rong,” Zhang Sanfeng looked at Huang Rong and carefully began to speak, “I have some knowledge of the Sui and Tang dynasties. And I am quite certain that in the history I know, there was absolutely no sect called Cihang Jingzhai.”
"What do you mean?" Huang Rong's expression froze.
“Yes,” Zhang Sanfeng nodded seriously, “Just like Qin Shi Huang, he should not be a figure from our world’s past or future… but rather another martial arts world with the legacy of the Yellow Emperor.”
"Wait a minute," Song Que's expression changed. The amount of information contained in their discussion was simply too much for him to handle calmly. "Which Qin Shi Huang are you talking about?"
"It is I," Ying Zheng said abruptly.
“…You.” Song Que suddenly turned his head, his eyes like sharp blades, scrutinizing Ying Zheng, who was shrouded in mist.
After a brief silence, he spoke, his voice icy, "Don't joke like that. The First Emperor of Qin is long dead, and Qin is gone... Now, even the Han Dynasty no longer exists."
"So, you're now in a special council that connects countless worlds." Huang Rong sighed deeply. "You didn't really understand what Xiaoyu was saying at all."
“Yeah, yeah,” Xiaoyu waved her fist, looking somewhat indignant, “Even if you’re some kind of grandmaster, you can’t do this… It’s just too impolite.”
"You mean, among these connected worlds, there are worlds that are exactly in the Qin Dynasty hundreds of years ago?"
Song Que reacted, his pupils dilating, his mind reeling in a way that defied description. However, Song Que didn't look at Su Han on the bronze throne, mainly because he had suffered too much loss before.
But Song Que knew very well that this scene before him must have been created and shaped by this mysterious and unpredictable council chairman.
Recalling his previous guess, Song Que suddenly felt like laughing. Could it be Fuxi from their world's mythology?
Could Fuxi have accomplished such a thing?
It not only retraces and predicts the past and future of the world, but also brings together characters from countless different yet similar worlds into a council that transcends the world itself.
This being is not a god from their mythology, but a god who transcends the world... perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as a supreme deity.
"Don't panic," Huang Rong said, seeing Song Que's silence and thinking he was upset. "In your eyes, Qin Shi Huang is an ancient figure, but in our eyes... you are an ancient figure too!"
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Chapter 232 Targeting the Evil God Number Ten of the Type-Moon World? (Third Update)
A brief silence fell over the scene, many people staring at Huang Rong with strange expressions. Are you sure this is supposed to be comforting?