The sunlight was mottled.
"The Slave Dynasty, Seaside Ghost Kingdom, Bronze Kingdom." Zhu Zhengwei sat in the old house, his expression as calm as ever, turning the pages of the diary to read patiently.
"It’s hard to imagine these are the words of my third brother."
"This lacks literary style, not even matching his worst student." Official source is novel[f]ire.net
"It’s as if that refined teacher has completely returned to the wild, transforming into an unruly savage, wildly scribbling, the handwriting skewed, scribbled briefly, writing whatever comes to mind."
In a trance, Zhu Zhengwei seemed to see an immortal wandering alone through history, witnessing the destruction of history, the rebirth of civilization, the growth of humanity, and all of humanity weaving a sacred epic.
This is a hymn of the ages.
Also, the precipitation of civilization.
"Perhaps I should get used to these, for I created this dreamlike world map, which is no longer a dream, but a world where a large number of souls nurture mysteries."
"They are truly living."
He suddenly laughed with a complex mood and continued to read,
[Summer 0128, I went from being a soldier to becoming a war deputy executive of the You Kingdom, with fever and witchcraft continuously draining these soldiers’ lives. I gambled with the commander that this long-lasting war, which had lasted for years, would soon cease, and indeed within less than half a month, I won. The two major coalition forces were still unable to capture the tyrant’s Hundred-Stone City. We were finally going back to our country, but I had to leave, as my ageless appearance would cause problems if I stayed too long in one place.]
[Winter 0138, Bronze City held a banquet for the saint’s birthday. Hot air balloons ascended, and women scattered flowers from above to celebrate Zhang Zhi’s 250th birthday. The princess was also using this opportunity to seek a suitor, as she was a descendant of my eldest brother’s daughter. This is also why I rarely go to the Bronze Kingdom. While they held the holy ceremony, I was playing chess and gambling in front of a tavern at Black Cloud Port with an old man who didn’t know who Zhang Zhi was, and I ended up losing everything.]
[0140, the Slave Kingdom’s Emperor Shiguang was assassinated. The long-lasting battles of that year could not defeat that man, who claimed to be the strongest and closest to a god, yet ironically, he was stabbed to death by a group of mortals at night. Our brains can unleash terrifying power, but our bodies remain exceptionally weak. The might of a god, the physique of a mortal, how lamentable? The power entrusted by my brother, I ultimately received only half. I still haven’t researched the Divine Blood Factor, which allows humans a complete method of cultivation to circulate air through their entire bodies. Air never descends past the neck and is firmly trapped. And the tyranny of the Slave Dynasty will inevitably be overthrown.]
[Winter 0141, a new king ascended the throne, the hero of the slave workers who led the people to assassinate the tyrant became the next Emperor Shiguang. He was an even more brutal, petty man who gained success. I missed Emperor Shiguang somewhat; at least he had grand ambitions and strategies. But after the third succession transfer, their kingdom’s seeds sensing qi were diluting, and their strength was much diminished.]
[0146, I purchased the sixth volume of the treasured edition "New Interpretation of the Saint’s Enlightenment Theory" at Jingshan Temple in the Bronze Kingdom. The wisdom of the people is always great, and this temple gathered the country’s strongest monk sages, offering theories I never imagined back then, and I couldn’t put it down.]
[0152, I returned to the Hundred-Stone City again as the Slave Dynasty waned towards dusk. I returned with a renowned identity as a wealthy merchant. I walked around and found nothing to see. The nobles and clans continued to emit stench, entertained by gladiatorial games. They weren’t foolish, knowing their demise was inevitable, yet still indulged in a final revelry. On a boulder, I unexpectedly recalled the scene from that eternal night years ago, counting stars with Slave Ah Da. He told me, "These giant stones are soaked in the blood of elephants and human tears, and they feel cold to the touch."]
[0154, I discussed the reasons for the Slave Dynasty’s demise with a professor named Li Su from the Bronze Kingdom. We argued until our faces turned red amidst the winter snow, but privately, I thought his points were well-founded. I am indeed growing more stubborn as I age.]
[0156, I decided to return to my hometown to see it. But where was the happiest time of my childhood? It was when Journey to the West played on TV. But upon careful reflection, I no longer remember the plot, and the impressions of the old civilization era have completely blurred. I can’t even remember my family’s faces clearly, only remembering my eldest brother was disabled, and my brother was a man with a tear mole.]
In the end, he left behind a note,
"Over the years, my brother has been wandering and hasn’t returned. I’m afraid we might have passed each other during our travels. What do you think?"
"Over the years, I have been searching for a perfect human cultivation method, but I can’t find the way."
"And what truth does the history of this world contain?"
Zhu Zhengwei closed the diary that was left behind.
I haven’t been here recently, nor have I been traveling the world, so how could I find myself?
However, most of the students previously used to sleep eight hours a night; now, with a 24-hour cycle, the time flow is three times the speed of over nine years in a day.
Inside, more than a hundred years have passed, while in reality, Zhu Zhengwei has spent these past ten days busy with exams.
This is an unavoidable day-to-day existence as a student, and thankfully I didn’t fail the course. The rest of the time was spent finding various animals whenever I had the chance.
The way the dream world before his eyes developed was unexpected.
Zhu Zhengwei thought for a moment, then wrote a vague message to this immortal on the back of the note.
"The blizzard has started again."
"Just like three thousand years ago, predators quietly crawl out from this ancient land, and the night’s darkness can’t cover the cold gleam on ancient claws."
It made sense no matter how you thought about it, and it could be wrapped up no matter how you phrased it.
Zhu Zhengwei carefully placed the reply in the hidden compartment and then left again.
This disappearance would last another hundred years, as he planned to find some special creatures to enrich the world.