I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 648 - 134: The Truth of History, Dialogue with Xian

Back of the Nursery.

Countless Ghost Kings gather together, and terrifyingly pure Ghost Qi spreads from their bodies.

At this moment, all Ghost Kings feel the call of their bloodline from the depths of the void—it's the arrival of their ancestral Ghost Kings.

A powerful figure bows his head, gazing at the endless sea, and falls into silence, letting out a long sigh, "Really, the true king of this world is returning, isn't he?"

"Even that supreme King of World Origin, cooperating with our suicidal efforts and removing all his defenses, still makes it difficult to kill him."

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In a secret town somewhere in the East Sea.

A young pseudo-human with Triple Flowers sits cross-legged, and five fresh flowers cycle atop his head, forming the Five Elements, endlessly repeating. Streams of pure Five Elements Soul Power constantly flow into his brain, releasing and absorbing evenly and slowly.

"What is this call of the bloodline?"

He stands up, as the new generation's Pseudo-Human King, showing a trace of puzzlement.

"It feels as though some terrifying entity is forcibly summoning us for a return, a return to its body."

As this generation's Pseudo-Human King, the purity of his bloodline allows him to vaguely see some ancient fragments.

He sees the birth of pseudo-humans.

"Kill me, kill me..."

Because of the pitch-black earth, blood covers the entire continent, and the fresh blood forms a dark ocean.

A terrifying being howls skyward, "Kill me... kill me!!"

The giant collapses.

Numerous existences leap up.

In endless bloody battles, they remove each other's brains, the white brain flowers squirming like tendrils reaching out.

His pupils suddenly enlarge, abruptly standing.

"Is that... the birth of pseudo-humans??"

"It turns out, we are the brains of that creature... a split-off race."

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Chronicles of Time.

Between the Scales.

A seeming yet doubtful voice echoes within the tomb, it's the voice of the Human God.

"Don't interrogate me anymore, it's useless. I don't have the ability to awaken past Pseudo-Human Emperors' memories, nor know which generation began sealing their pseudo-human memories."

"However, since a certain generation of Pseudo-Human King sealed it, there must be a way to awaken it. Just wait for the entire pseudo-human tomb of the Chronicles of Time to riot, the emperors of generations aren't that simple; I am merely the initial emperor."

The Human God gazes at Jiu Shui Saint in front of him, "But you're truly mad, how could you awaken that thing?"

Jiu Shui smiles, "Indeed, it's just as I suspected. In ancient times, people killed Xian, that legendary mythical initial emperor."

"His soul shell, the embers of Xian, is sealed somewhere, yet still split into ember virus, becoming the Embers Disaster of later generations."

"His Soul Muddy Qi, the brain flower became pseudo-humans, crawling out from the brains, becoming the Pseudo-human Calamity of later generations."

Jiu Shui is calm.

He actually knows nothing about history.

Yet all of this, he deduced the truth through the existing system, letting now Xin Xichen verify.

After all, the cultivation system is constantly evolving, able to infer many traces.

After biologics die, they split into soul shell and Soul Muddy Qi.

The soul shell is the body of the soul, called embers, lacking self, leaving only logical behavior, the head empty.

Soul Muddy Qi, is the mind of the soul stuff, spreading these residual thoughts in the world, gradually disappearing, preventing scholars from opening Three Flowers, and making materials for Divine Summoning Plaques.

After Xian died?

His soul shell was sealed in some place, becoming the source of the Embers Disaster.

His Soul Muddy Qi became the brain flower, pseudo-human Triple Flowers, Spiritual Root, a brand new race thus birthed.

After all, pseudo-human stuff, whichever way you think about it, resembles some brain flower of a creature, its Soul Consciousness, Muddy Qi.

Firstly.

Pseudo-human parasites, parasitic rooting in the brain, but if as a creature's brain flower, they like to possess brains, isn't it very reasonable?

Pseudo-humans possess changing Spirit Root Attributes.

And that mind of Xian, possessing various originations of extraordinary attribute, isn't it reasonable?

When a whale falls, myriad things live.

The essence of ancient two major disasters is birthed by the fall of a powerful existence.

The soul body becomes the Embers Disaster.

The Soul Muddy Qi turns into the Pseudo-human Calamity.

The Human God remains silent for a while, "You've already verified...it's instinctively summoning its mind...we pseudo-humans don't wish to return."

Jiu Shui says faintly, "How did you win back then?"

The Human God said, "He wants to die, wants to end himself... I won't elaborate on the process, but I killed him. As his brain consciousness of the Pseudo-human tribe was born, his Embers were taken away and sealed by the Dragon Race."

"After all, we are his Embers consciousness—Brain Flower. When we approach his Embers shell, we'll be absorbed as the brain, which we certainly don't want. Letting the Dragon Race take it away is the best choice."

Jiu Shui suddenly understood, many incomprehensible things were thoroughly explained, and a trace of realization appeared:

"Suicide, no wonder you were able to kill him."

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Boom! Boom! Boom!!

In the Nine-State Four Seas.

The massive Earth Vein mutates, like the electric pulses of brain neurons, rolling like tides.

Countless Earth Veins, like brain nerves, call to the tumors rooted in the brain neurons—Embers.

In the kingdoms, continents, towns, and Sects of the Nine-State Four Seas, even the formidable ancient Embers can't hold back.

"What's happening?"

"I feel the Earth Vein is pulsing? This wave frequency of the shock, any Daoist who has dissected a brain should understand, it seems like the brain's wave frequency?"

"Interesting, very interesting, how does the Earth Vein resemble a brain?"

"I feel like you are... no, like a parasitic tumor on brain neurons."

"Are you calling me Embers?"

"You are Embers."

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In the Dragon Tomb.

A world-altering event is about to occur here.

"The Earth Vein is constructed with the Pseudo-human Three Flowers."

"In other words, the Earth Vein under his feet is his brain?"

Xin Xichen showed a glimpse of disbelief, looking afar at Xian, "No wonder he can instinctively control so many Earth Veins... no, so many brain neurons, it's his empty skull instinctively absorbing the brain under his feet—Earth Vein."

"The nemesis that can kill him is the Pseudo-human."

The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor rubbed his temples, "The principle is simple because the Pseudo-human is his brain... the Pseudo-human enters his Embers' vacant brain and can temporarily control his crazed body."

"But now, we don't have a strong enough living Pseudo-human to inhabit his Embers body," Xin Xichen finds it interesting.

"The Earth Vein is mutating, but I have done my best to isolate the Earth Vein, isolate external information," the Nine-headed Dragon Emperor said calmly, "We must kill him once more."

"Please hurry."

Xian appeared calm, raising his head to watch everyone discuss how to kill him, showing no anger.

During his lifetime, he committed suicide to be besieged and killed by everyone. After death, he maintained his life's logic and awaited everyone to kill him.

"The books of this era are interesting."

Ignoring those folks in the distance discussing, Xian sat gracefully on a chair, holding a book elegantly like a scholar enjoying afternoon tea. "I didn't expect that in the past, I led my tribe to rise, studied all kinds of things for longevity, resurrected the 'Immortal Corpse'... and the future has become like this, the Chaos of Longevity, a disaster impacting eternity."

Dao Yueniang coldly handed over a book, "Detective Yan Shuangying," saying, "Great ancient first Emperor, the supreme king leading the tribes of all living beings... I suggest reading this, very popular recently, quite interesting."

"Thank you, polite descendant."

"But I don't deserve the accolades of descendants, I caused many disasters."

Xian also showed courtesy, accepted the book "Detective Yan Shuangying" and began reading, "By the way, I must remind you, I can't control myself, you must hurry to kill me because I'm feeling... that I'm insanely getting stronger."

"My body, instinctively recycles my brain neurons—Earth Vein, which is the Pseudo-human Three Flowers, you people are cruel... turn Pseudo-humans into this thing, it's everywhere."

"Beyond the Earth Vein, I am still absorbing the tumors rooted in my brain, which you call [Embers]."

"So, what exactly have you people turned me into for the future?"

Xian pressed his temples, seeming a bit distressed, coldly said:

"I told you back then to respect the remains of life, yet you desecrate my body like this, scatter my brain and body throughout the world, with no respect at all, and make them so grotesque."

Dao Yueniang nodded, deeply agreeing.

Indeed a bit perverse.

For instance, if I were Einstein... no, wait, if I were Senju Hashirama, having made great achievements and pioneered the future, yet posthumously my brain and body were dissected extensively, scattered across the earth.

And created heaps of cloned bodies, replicas.

Wouldn't you be furious enough to rise from the grave?

"That's how they are, constantly killing ancestors, not respecting the predecessors at all."

Dao Yueniang couldn't help but say, "So despicable, great first Emperor of Ten Thousand Races, I want to ask, what will happen if your Brain Flower and tumors on your brain are collected?"

Xian chuckled, saying, "Haven't you seen those murals? Too many foreign objects have entered, I will soon transform into a composite sewn Embers, rapidly becoming a historically unprecedented super-stitched giant monster Embers."

"At that time, the folks of your era might have a bit of trouble."

Super giant monster?

Dao Yueniang pondered the imagery, absorbing the Earth Vein as a mind, drying up the Embers on earth as brain tumors, perhaps a bit of trouble...

It's quite a huge problem.