Chapter 896 - 251: A New World Cleaved by That Sword

Chapter 896: Chapter 251: A New World Cleaved by That Sword

A thread connects two people.

One is in the human world, the other in the Underworld.

But the bond between the human world and the Underworld was severed by the Human Emperor’s radiant sword.

Li Yuan could no longer see Yan Yu.

Yet, every day, his points kept increasing.

This thread distantly connected him to Yan Yu.

But what a long thread this is?

The human world and the Underworld are disconnected... With a god-like perspective, one would see that newly deceased souls no longer sink underground but instead head to an unknown realm of reincarnation.

The Underworld has drifted far away.

It’s like the story of "Heaven and Earth Separated" that Li Yuan heard about in the world he traversed from.

Buzhou Mountain broke, and heaven flew away; the Human Emperor’s all-consuming sword, and the Underworld flew away.

But what about Yan Yu?

How is Yan Yu?

Li Yuan needed to find evidence to prove Yan Yu won.

Even if he couldn’t see Sister Yan, he wanted to know she was living well on the other shore.

He needed proof to be at ease, to know that everything he did was not in vain.

...

The meat field began to dissipate.

Mountains and rivers once frozen in ice and snow slowly thawed.

Fields once dark and barren began to see light.

The wind blew away the sand, gradually revealing the yellow earth beneath.

Though these changes were modest, everything was moving in a positive direction.

The newly crowned Ji He also became busy. He had pulled a trick when ascending to the throne, but that didn’t mean he was an incompetent emperor in governance.

In fact, the Human Emperor was strict, and neither of his sons were lacking.

It’s just that the Ying Clan thought they had control of the situation, so they became complacent. After Ying Shanxing was poisoned and the Human Emperor left a decree, they became lost in their mix of sorrow and joy;

While the He Family acted extremely despicably, distorting the Crown Prince’s words and adding fuel to fire, quietly inciting many martial artists, then overturning the situation in that brief day.

A throne is never guaranteed to the most capable, virtuous, or the one with control, but to the one who is the most fanatical yet calm on that day.

The new emperor, who seemed to have risen through deceitful means, might not necessarily become a foolish ruler; it’s merely the fate of winners and losers.

This new emperor indeed did not pursue the complete destruction of the Ying Family because he knew the winners could not be killed; thus, he soothed the Xingwang faction while consolidating military power and began to worry about agriculture...

He opened the treasury and looked inside, seeing it filled with Blood Gold, Soul Iron, Demon Beast Meat but lacking food.

He went outside to learn, only to discover that grain was now extremely scarce, and people were dying every day, every hour, every moment.

Ji He instantly felt overwhelmed; when he wasn’t the emperor, these issues were none of his concern, but now... They’re all his responsibility.

However, the thawing of mountains and rivers and the return of the Eternal Night gave him a sense of hope.

Thus, a series of policies for tax reduction and nurturing the people emerged.

And Ji He began to ponder what the late emperor did that night; whatever it was, it must be related to the current improvement.

This gradually softened his antipathy toward the late emperor, at least finally willing to admit "this was a remarkable emperor."

One year...

Two years...

Three years...

Four years...

Time flew by.

The people saw rice grow from barren soil, saw fruit appear on old trees beside dried branches, bringing tears to their eyes and causing them to cheer with joy.

But martial artists were shocked to find the ever-expanding meat field had stopped growing, and in some places, there was even slight shrinkage.

Countless martial artists scrambled to East Crossing.

The once biennial Empty Boat became overcrowded, with some even fighting fiercely for a spot on the boat.

Strong individuals nurtured by Great Zhou’s land, would rather squeeze into the Immortal Realm to act as cannon fodder than remain on this land.

...

...

The sky was clear and blue.

Clouds floated by.

In the March willow wind, sparrows flapped their wings flying by, and one not-so-civilized sparrow dropped a dark object from the sky.

The object fell in a parabolic arc behind a bull cart loaded with firewood, landing with a "splat" on the forehead of a big boy.

Before the big boy could react, his forehead was smeared black, and wet stuff trickled down his nose.

The people nearby burst into laughter.

They varied, boys and girls, young and old.

But the same thing was, they all wore rough cloth garments.

They were orphans who lost their families in the chaotic world, yet they gathered together, forming a big family.

And they formed because of the elder now in the Imperial Carriage.

The elder with snow-white hair, eyes often showing the depth of life.

Staring into the distance, like withered flowers, dead waters, vast seas, deep abysses, profound yet devoid of passion.

This elder gathered these children who were on the brink of death, scattered and in peril, bringing them together. Although they didn’t eat lavishly, they were taught survival skills, like hunting, trading, and dealing with those nobles.

The children liked to call him "Old Li," because "Old Li" only said his surname was Li, but nothing else.

Yet, the children vaguely guessed.

This Old Li must have been a Martial Artist, possibly even of the Sixth Grade, perhaps even coming from that place in Central Capital.

The nobles of Central Capital lived in a completely different world from them.

Old Li surely couldn’t survive there, only then coming outside.

But that doesn’t matter; what’s important is Old Li is their father.