Chapter 902: Chapter 380: The Mythic War of
Fake Xin Xichen gently flipped through the pages, the wisdom of an entire civilization and history recorded within.
This is a book of the great Nine-State civilization, close to omniscience and omnipotence.
"I see it, I see it... the answer to defeat Xian!"
"We can do it!" he leapt suddenly, conveying endless sparks of consciousness to the nearby Fake Cursed and Fake Nine-headed Dragon Emperor.
"Listen to me, we can defeat him again!"
The mighty will, gathered from the fire of the entire civilization, fell like the Milky Way from the heavens, with a deep sigh,
"Raise the torch high, inherit the Firewood!"
He leapt, carrying the will and wisdom of the ancients, transforming into a great Firewood Emperor charging towards Xian.
Voices of over seven hundred thousand Divine Beast Ancestors who once defeated Xian echoed from within him, their voices rolling and surging into the sea of consciousness of all present.
"Back then, we seven hundred thousand ancestors defeated you, and now we can win again."
He transformed into a golden fire of truth, becoming a golden meteor, shooting forth, and suddenly punched, striking into his mind.
"Future Vision."
He seemed to see countless possible futures being calculated, perfectly countering each of the opponent’s moves.
"I can do it, I can win against the strong with the weak!" he roared.
"The Firewood burns together, the Fire of Civilization, pass it to the people, grant each of them my wisdom, omniscience, and omnipotence!"
Roar!
Golden flames suddenly surged, spreading like wildfire, passing from one to another, burning into a grand scene, wrapping Fake Cursed and others, even figures from history like the Human God, Emperor of Longevity, Chaotic Body Emperor... every one in a golden flaming robe.
Countless fires of wisdom continuously poured into these ancient figures, countless texts, knowledge, wisdom, systems, cultivation techniques... fiercely clashing into their soul shells.
Updating the systems of their Embers that could not be updated, bringing their era up to the future.
This is an inherent ability of the Firewood.
Even when Xin Xichen was merely a logical Ember, he could load knowledge by burning others, breaking the limit of Embers not being able to absorb new knowledge.
And now.
He applies this power of the Firewood onto others, loading them with knowledge.
"I hold the book of omnipotence." Xin Xichen stepped forward, followed by a golden fire sea figure forged by civilization’s flame behind him.
"Kill!"
Figures of ancient emperors, initially outdated, but rapidly growing under the support of the Firewood, each attaining the system and talents of the current Immortal Path era, their combat power skyrocketing manifold, began to besiege that strongest monster in history—Xian.
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In the distance.
Watching Fake Xin Xichen reveal his trump card, the crowd looked to the side at the real Xin Xichen, "You??"
The air fell silent for a moment.
Xin Xichen, how forceful and passionate you are, transforming into a hero saving the world? But it seems like you’ve used this passion in the wrong place.
Xin Xichen said solemnly, "Igniting the fire of all life, inheriting the Firewood, passing knowledge to comrades... is indeed my bottom card."
"Good! Good! What an ultimate trump card, inheriting the Firewood, passing the Fire of Civilization, interesting, very interesting!" Phoenix Yi said calmly, seemingly angry, yet knowing not to blame Xin Xichen.
Xin Xichen’s expression shifted several times, "Blame me, blame my abundance of trump cards that my strength can already threaten... Xian."
In those years, Xian was defeated by over seven hundred thousand Divine Beast ancestors, leaving only survivors led by the Four Great Divine Beasts, a bitter victory.
And now.
Under the painter’s urging, the seven hundred thousand Divine Beasts under his brush, plus various heroes throughout history, joined forces to attack Xian for the sake of saving the world...
Watching those passionate, self-sacrificing ancient figures...
Even the ever-calm Xin Xichen couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anger:
"What a Reversed Celestial Gang!"
"Painter, manipulating the dead from history, using their zeal and bravery to save the world?? Breaking out of a deadlock? Creating miracles? Truly damned!"
The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor nodded sternly, "Indeed, manipulating the dead Xin Xichen, making him resist Xian at all costs, without hesitation."
They all sighed, looking at the battlefield with complex expressions.
...
At this moment.
Countless golden flames dyed the sky in sunset hues, countless figures intertwined, battling fiercely.
They could even see the enemy’s resurrected Physician, and our resurrected Phoenix Yi, joining forces, under the Firewood’s support, even developing a brand new resurrection method.
"Good, good!" The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor also got angry, looking at Phoenix Yi, "Your Phoenix Fire, actually fused with Xin Xichen’s flames, the fusion of two fires, Fire of Resurrection, absolutely brilliant!"
Phoenix Yi was silent for a moment, "Of course, I too have a trump card, not to say it can defeat Xian, but I alone can ensure Xian cannot kill me."
Cursed thoroughly saw through it.
Each of his friends is a talent.
Deeply hidden, with ample foundations.
Even after exposing their trump cards, they can solo, and take on that Immortal from beyond the heavens—Night Emperor.
Even against the historically strongest Xian, each of them has the means and technology to confront him.
"What a disaster," Cursed sighed, "We can actually join hands to defeat the so-called invincible Xian."
Beside him, Night Emperor stood with hands folded behind, stepping forward, "This battle, in truth, doesn’t depend on you for victory."
"And me? That painter can’t even depict me, this Immortal."
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Fake Chronicles of Time.
On each Historical Painting Wall, there were millions, standing on their historically styled streets, in towns looking up at the sky, shouting, "Come on! For world salvation!"
Children cried, "You must win, Emperor with the Firewood!"
"There’s hope, there’s hope, gathering the fire of our hope, how can there be no hope?" frёewebnoѵēl.com
In the Imperial Palace of the Chaotic Body Era, a multitude of Imperial Maids looked to the sky, watching their emperor raise the Firewood, unable to contain their excitement, "Our king, dormant for millennia, reappearing in the world, can still save it!"
"We can win! Defeat him, defeat the world-destroying Xian!" In the Human God Era, countless shaggy black-haired Ancient Apes, turned their fur into a flag, waving and shouting.
In the Human Ancestor Era, some followers and opponents of the Human Ancestor, roared, "We can win!"
"Xian has already started losing." An excited Masked Emperor roared, "I can feel his Energy Level dropping!"
In the Xin Dynasty era, a Firewood Emperor raised his Firewood high, carrying the cultural richness of history in the golden flames:
"We are about to win! The fire of hope, gathered by all the dynasties, all the emperors, and all the civilizations of human history, is about to win!"
Boom boom boom!
Countless golden-circled fiery figures, historical emperors leapt up.
Like fleas from all directions besieging the giant Xian, dodging the Nine Five Venerable Sword, they continuously inflicted damage on him.
"Is it about to be won?"
"We’ve defeated Xian!"
"Human history is a history of courage, the Firewood always remains!!"
"We won, we’ve won!"
In each historical native, city, tribe, ancient Royal City, everyone cheered, shouting aloud, they were about to defeat the doomsday hand.
"Alright, inheriting the Firewood, gathering the power of civilization, indeed interesting."
"But to those from the Chronicles of Time, let everything end here."
"Back then, I could suppress the Chronicles of Time alone, and naturally, I can now suppress all shadows in your history books."
Just then, Xian’s body of Jiu Shui began to rapidly expand, swell, hold the heavens and earth, releasing endless floral fragrance, terrifying power suddenly transformed into an endless air pressure sweeping in all directions,
"Rice is the Way."
"Great Rice Flower."