A thousand years of history, turned over into two volumes.
Having read through ten thousand volumes was still not equal to living through it once.
When history was corrected and truth clarified, History Knife Chisels the Sea manifested on its own.
Jiang Wang was suddenly enlightened—the historical scroll before him, acknowledged by history itself, was Sima Heng's road to Transcendence.
With the Mu Compendium completed, Sima Heng might be close as well...
Then during all that time in the past, had the Cangtu God been suppressing Sima Heng's ascent?
A thought stirring in his heart, Jiang Wang brushed his hand across his waist, and a bronze tally fell into his grasp.
This Great Mu Tally had previously been seized by Helian Qingtong in the Supreme Temple, yet now it had flown back. The blood on the tally had long been burned away by him. Upon it, the writing was carved in deep, indelible strokes.
In rough yet winding steppe script, it read: "To wear the cloak and crown the snow is not Heaven's gift; to leave merit for ten thousand ages is to set one's will upon the people. Time waits for no one—I shall chase the years myself. A nation's weight lies in virtue and in its people."
These were the final words written by Mu Taizong, Helian Hong, before he set off alone for the Border Wasteland. He had used them to admonish his descendants to govern with generosity and benevolence, and to carry on his grand ambitions.
His great-grandson, Mu Kingdom's Benevolent Emperor Helian Zhifei, deeply revered this Taizong Emperor. Calling himself one who would "follow Taizong's governance and thereby bring peace to All Under Heaven," he had these final words of Taizong engraved upon the Great Mu Tally, to show that they were governing principles fit