Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1408 - 17: The Only History (2)
"Damn it, you might be onto something." Gongsun Ce withdrew his divine skills and sat cross-legged. "But I already have the ’sword’ skill; without using a ’blade’, there’s no way to counter time-space lock... Originally, my technique was a bit crude..."
"Damn donkey brains, do you have the Brahma’s appearance talent or not?" Yan Qi looked disdainful. "The core of the Brahma Form Skill lies in ’stability’. Even if you want to find weapons for the Heavenly Demon, you need a method to stabilize the universe."
"Why not use the Heavenly Demon Arm to wield the Vajra Pestle, indeed it’s demon chaos protecting all beings~"
Situ Yi floated over like a ghost, jokingly offering a suggestion. Seeing this fake person annoyed Gongsun Ce, wanting to reject it outright, yet the more he thought, the more it made sense, aggravating him further, "Did I ask you!"
Situ Yi squinted and smiled like a white snake, "Gongsun, ever eager to learn, we are naturally all in support~"
After quickly adapting to life inside the Taixue inner school, Gongsun Ce found himself an important side mission: learning. Thirteen years ago, the inner school’s heroes gathered, even though Yan Qi and Qin Ming hadn’t grown as powerful as later, communicating with the inner school’s four still greatly benefited Gongsun Ce. After some fights, relationships improved greatly, and he ended up seeking advice from others daily—especially from Yan Qi, feeling justified, since thirteen years later they were master and disciple, early or late advice made no difference.
This proactive attitude earned Zhang Hongzheng’s appreciation. Zhang not only praised the new student’s enthusiasm for learning but also criticized a few old slackers for their eating, drinking, and gaming all day. Yet Gongsun Ce wasn’t too happy because his real matters made little progress.
After the uproar in Divine Capital City, the progress of historical revision seemed negative instead. Gongsun Ce found himself bewildered, questioning where exactly this virtual history divergence point lay? Thirteen years ago, the Celestial Calamity hadn’t happened, and Situ Yi and others hadn’t split up yet. Thinking it through, only the inner school’s few had the ability to impact history. The previous matter with Master Jing had roughly confirmed his suspicions, but helping Yan Qi stir things up now seemed to have caused regress instead...
Could it be he came to rectify history but had to do things that ’went against’ history to succeed?
"What exactly is time-space...," Gongsun Ce lamented.
"Time is a fleeing arrow, once shot, there’s no looking back. Space is a vast prison, seemingly open yet restrictive everywhere," Yan Qi said, "all trashy nonsense."
Gongsun Ce instinctively began to argue, every time Yan Qi spoke he felt the urge: "Why can’t there be a return? We’ve got so many grotto heavens in our Empire, isn’t there a transmigrator every few years..."
"You’ve dumbed yourself down practicing the blade. When have you seen a grotto heaven from the future to the past?" Yan Qi mocked.
Gongsun Ce was taken aback: "No one from the future?"
"If people came from the future to the past, the world would be thrown into chaos."
Liu Zhongwu carried a bag of cafeteria pancakes over, tossing one to each of them, casually interjecting: "Just to clarify, I’m not blaming anyone, but your mentor back then was too irresponsible. Why not explain such basic things? History is unique, the future isn’t, that’s our Empire’s basic time-space view."
The well-honed instinct in Gongsun Ce’s mind exploded, he realized he’d touched upon the key. Right then, he didn’t even care to eat the pancake. He hastily asked, "Why? Isn’t it all about traveling through time-space?"
"How could someone as smart as you ask that?" Liu Zhongwu smiled. "Gongsun Ce, think about it, if someone went to the past and changed it, wouldn’t their original ’history’ cease to exist? The future is determined by the past, change the foundation, and its development shifts significantly, which contradicts the stability of Fan Ding Realm fundamentally. So grotto heavens can only alter the future, never shake the past."
"Then what about the Universe Patrol Department?" Gongsun Ce asked, "What about those handling disorder factors? How do they go home after going to the future?"
Liu Zhongwu silently shook his head, saying nothing more. Gongsun Ce immediately understood, comprehending what the Universe Patrol Department’s work was truly about, realizing how those ordered to transmigrate spent their lives.
"My god." Gongsun Ce held the pancake, unable to take a bite, "My god..."
Yan Qi jumped off the roof, rare to actively pat his shoulder: "Don’t overthink it, kid, you’re in the same boat as us transmigrators next to the Universe Patrol Department, all equally unlucky."
Gongsun Ce choked: "No... who said I’m with the Universe Patrol Department! I’m a native!"
"Cut the nonsense."
"Oh... it’s tough for everyone..."
"Strangers from distant lands, why must you seem acquainted when meeting~"
The three beside him sympathized with Gongsun Ce, sharing the sentiment of "this unlucky kid got tricked by a heartless superior," caught Gongsun Ce off guard, the chat’s atmosphere turning quite somber.
Liu Zhongwu finished the pancake, mulling over comforting words, yet before he could speak, a gust of azure wind swept by, filling their faces with dust.
Qin Ming suddenly dashed over, holding his own excited niece: "There’s a lantern festival in the city tonight, let’s go see the lanterns!"
"Read the room, will you!" Liu Zhongwu spat, "Fool!"
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On the skyscraper’s outer wall appeared vibrant colors, families hung bright red lanterns at their doors, and craftsmen meticulously created lanterns on every street corner. Tonight Divine Capital City glittered, countless lights sparkled under the night sky, making Divine Capital the world’s brightest city. Citizens prayed amid the light, hoping for the Empire’s lasting peace, the Emperor’s protection for all people’s health.
