I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 475 - 265: The Mythic Sun and Moon of Antiquity!
Bang bang bang!!
In the sky above the Capital City, bursts of dark fireworks bloomed.
Heavy collision sounds came from afar. From the tomb emerged ancient Human Ape priests, dressed like ancient tribe Wizards, singing age-old witch chants. The sound turned into tangible black transparent notes, connecting and floating in the sky, stabbing towards the distant Xin Xichen.
"This is his army of Ape-men!"
"It’s amplifying this forced manipulation power."
Xin Xichen’s whole body was stiff. As he transformed into a Human Ape, he felt the tightening of the hair was getting deeper and deeper.
"Damn it, if it weren’t for someone scheming against me, causing my Capital City army to die, leaving only me, I wouldn’t be surrounded and killed!"
During the siege by the rabble, clearing the field is crucial.
At this moment, the Ancient Apes erupted together, countless sharp black threads tightening ever more.
"I must escape." Xin Xichen thought to himself: "Return to the Emperor’s Tomb! Having previously lost to Jiu Shui and entered the Emperor’s Mausoleum, now I can temporarily retreat, while this self-proclaimed ’Human God’ in the Capital City becomes the target of others!"
Crash.
He suddenly burst forth, breaking free of his bonds. With a gust of wind, Xin Xichen had vanished.
"Just wait, the next time I come out, I will once again take over the world."
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At this moment, countless leaders and Saints in the depths of the Emperor’s Mausoleum were closely watching the developments of the battle in the Capital City.
In the Longevity Dynasty, layers of Imperial Mausoleums lay buried deep, with successive Longevity Saints observing the outside world.
"Human God..."
A hoarse, dry voice rang out, "Though all Saints would not reveal their true names, origins, identities, lest after death they be traced, knowing your death’s Ghost weakness, but the term Human God is overly arrogant."
"I thought I was ruthless enough, but didn’t expect there to be such ruthless ones from ancient times."
Their hidden plots compared to this one aren’t even presentable!
Another Saint replied deeply: "Xin Xichen, whose combat power was at its peak, wasn’t even a match for us combined, but he was defeated by an ancient ancestor from tens of millions of years ago!"
A flash of red glint passed in the eyes of a Saint:
"It’s not a matter of combat power, it’s that it turned us into humans and left a deadly hidden sect in us! It gave back the hair, completing our foundation, but the returned hair was tampered with, becoming shackles of control!"
Everyone was silent for a moment, no one spoke again.
Not only Xin Xichen was shocked, even those ancient Saints were utterly silent.
They guessed history conceals great terror, ancient Great Calamity.
But they didn’t expect it to be this terrifying!!
Playing so dirty.
Stripping their skin, taking them into the grave...
Perhaps in that entity’s eyes, it was like a rancher, herding generations of future hairless humans!
These skinned, barren upright apes, how could they be its opponents?
In this Human God’s eyes, perhaps everything was destined. The moment it took away the hair and brought it back, nothing could stop it.
"It’s okay, if Xin Xichen escapes, it’s no matter."
"He established Immortal Techniques, now he is just a book."
"Whoever wins this world, by cultivating a Xin Family descendant, burning this book of Xin Xichen’s, can obtain the world’s strongest Immortal Technique Secret Manual."
"His ability is to develop Cultivation Techniques... let us defeat this self-proclaimed Human God."
"However, we need to remain dormant, even Xin Xichen was puppeted to immobility by him."
"We are even weaker, couldn’t even make an appearance, would directly become his puppets."
The Saints exchanged glances, revealing gravity mixed with a slight curve at the corner of their mouths.
"Creating our Human Race’s Ancestor... this absolute disadvantage is what makes it interesting."
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Ancient Imperial Mausoleum.
Between the Scales.
Through the unique Nine-State Earth Vein mechanism every 150 years, it gathered a population amount beyond all buried in the Imperial Mausoleum of human history combined.
As the most prosperous ancient tomb, this vast Imperial Mausoleum was teeming with bustling markets, countless towns with people coming and going, lively and bustling.
"Fresh rice wine!"
"Candied haw, candied haw!~"
They maintained their habits from life, still going through the motions, oblivious to their own death.
On the street.
A Scholar was drawing for passersby.
As people came and went all afternoon, he drew all afternoon.
Finally, a pancake vendor walked over, curiously looking at the Scholar, "What are you drawing?"
The vendor peeked.
The street was vividly realistic, passersby, streets, shops, each person’s expressions, gestures, sleeve details, and floor textures were incredibly detailed.
But strangely, in the painting, all passersby including the vendor himself were replaced by walking Human Apes.
He had turned into a pancake-selling Human Ape!
"What, what have you drawn!!?" The vendor instinctively felt horror, "Why turn people into Human Apes."
The Scholar picked up a brush, gently dipped it in ink, and continued painting the street’s sky and clouds.
"This is our true form."
As he painted, he explained to the vendor in a soft voice:
"Someone once said that humans as a species shouldn’t exist, that humans aren’t real humans, just a group of bloodline-deficient, skinned hairless monkeys."
"We think of humans as the most beautiful animals, not knowing that other species find us hideously ugly."
"Just like how we humans view other species like hairless cats, hairless monkeys, hairless lions as hideous."
"Habit, sometimes it’s a miraculous thing, something we’ve gradually become accustomed to over millennia."
Jiu Shui, the Saint, had transformed into a young man with red lips and white teeth, sitting on a chair, holding a brush, lightly painting a landscape in ink and wash.
"Humans are monkeys skinned alive?" The vendor was stunned, "Isn’t that impossible? Are we all monkeys?"
"Some things, just because you don’t believe in them doesn’t mean they don’t exist." The scholar raised a faint smile.
Surprisingly, the vendor wasn’t afraid, but rather found it oddly interesting. He thought for a moment:
"Who skinned us? I guess it must have been those ancient Divine Beasts. I’ve heard that in ancient times we humans were very weak, and those Divine Beasts, in their cruelty, loved to skin."
"Just like our human butchers who like to skin animals."
"I even saw that street thug Liulang a few years ago, who enjoyed abusing small animals. Those stray cats and dogs, they were all skinned by him, bleeding everywhere. Isn’t that terrible?"
The vendor’s mind had already conjured up a scene.
In ancient times, the Human Apes were furry and very weak, bullied by others.
But certain powerful races, among them some cruel ones, captured those monkeys and skinned them, boiling them one by one in hot water, peeling them amidst their shrill screams of ’chi chi chi’.
But those skinned monkeys did not die. Instead, they had a fortuitous encounter, evolved into humans, and then went on to sing forward triumphantly, overthrowing the evil Divine Beasts!
—This is entirely like a story from a tale!
In those tales, the protagonist is humiliated, their entire family exterminated, they fall off a cliff, yet they find blessing in disguise.
Here, the protagonist is skinned, the family exterminated, and the monkeys find blessing in disguise, evolving into our magnificent and noble human race.
The vendor’s mind kept filling in the blanks, becoming momentarily obsessed:
"This surely must be an extremely exciting tale. I’ll sell the idea to a teahouse! Surely it’ll earn big, I’ve already thought of a name ’Ancestral Human Biography’, what do you think?"
Jiu Shui, the Saint, seemed neither smiling nor unfriendly, "Ancestral Human Biography?"
"Perhaps." He neither affirmed nor denied, continuing to paint.
Hey?
Why is this poor scholar still painting?
The vendor found it strange!
Hasn’t he already painted the street scene and the monkeys?
The curious vendor continued watching the scholar paint, eager to see what else he might paint, hoping to steal an idea or two to sell to the tavern for profit!
Feeling a bit greedy, he sat beside him, no longer bothering with his pancake business, just watching.
He saw in the painting, atop the heads of the street Human Apes, were strands of black lines, reaching straight into the heavens.
A gigantic Human Ape face emerged within the clouds, sitting cross-legged on the sky’s land, manipulating below with its fingers through threads, controlling puppet Human Apes.
"This, this!??" The vendor suddenly felt his legs go weak.
A primal fear from the depths of his blood was completely awakened, something seemed to choke his throat, making it difficult to breathe, a strong sense of suffocation oppressed him.
Huff, huff!
The vendor gasped for air.
He didn’t understand why he was losing composure.
Was this gigantic Human Ape in the sky manipulating the apes below through these strands enough of a horrifying scene?
No.
It isn’t.
The bloody horror story of the skinned monkey was clearly more terrifying, but he wasn’t afraid then.
Now, just seeing a few strands controlling the Human Apes, he felt a reflexive numbness in his legs, endless fear welling up.
"Humans’ fear is a deep-seated natural fear embedded in their bloodlines."
The gentle scholar smiled, his eyes pure with laughter:
"In humanity’s long evolutionary history, we’ve feared lightning, earthquakes, rain, the dark—powers that can kill us, embedded in our blood over generations, seeking benefits and avoiding harm is the instinct of all life."
"Humans reproduce, gradually revering nature, even more so the Sun Moon."
"Generation after generation of Sun Moon drives the era forward, carrying an immense heavenly power. People, generations after generations, worship, bowing in reverence, and this reverence and fear are deeply rooted within humans."
He pointed to the lines: "You’re also revering the Sun Moon...that era was primitive, without Sun Moon. These lines, are the Sun Moon of that time."
The vendor didn’t quite understand, looking at the countless lines atop the ape’s head, "Why are they all lines!!"
"In the Rongtian Era, it was all about giant trees, giant beasts, immense forests, and the hanging threads of heaven."
He sighed, his gaze distant as if trying to peer beyond the far sky.
"It’s a shame, there’s more...like the principle of these lines, I’ve pondered for so long, yet still don’t comprehend it."
The scholar didn’t elaborate, stood up, shook his body lightly, picked up the brush and inkstone:
"This painting is for you."
Saying so, he left straight away, went to a nearby tavern to get two liang of wine, then leisurely strolled away, drinking.
"Must win against him within a month, otherwise, the entire world will completely turn into Human Apes...the consequences are unimaginable."
"Ten days’ deadline, if still unsuccessful, I shall emerge."
"Days with nothing to do are truly hard to endure." He drank wine, swaggering, disappearing at the end of the street, a hint of drunkenness visible.
"So, am I now a living person or a dead one?"
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"Hmph! That scholar’s all mysterious." The vendor, though lacking in literary refinement, instinctively felt the painting’s delicacy, assuming it was worth quite a bit of money.
Carefully rolling up the scroll, he was ready to leave.
"Wait, this person must be an expert, is it an unexpected encounter!!?" The vendor suddenly realized, his heart pounding, his gaze fervent, cautiously watching around, fearing that some passerby might snatch the opportunity.
But after rummaging, he discovered another painting beneath the scroll, already drawn long before.
On that scroll was a wild land, amidst jungles filled with flying dragons and giant beasts, a mysterious tall and handsome figure held a book, educating a humble and timid wise black-furred monkey kneeling on the ground.
This scene carried an indescribable sacred epic feel, as if it portrayed the origin of humanity.
The humble and timid monkey kneeling on the ground bore a striking resemblance to the monkey face just depicted controlling the beings from the skies.
"What is this??"
