Historical River Bound into Volumes

Chaos and bloodshed, prosperity and dance, dynastic changes, the world transforms.

"Hmm? These images that are appearing in my mind are actually taking on the form of the Historical River!"

In an instant, Qiu Yan recognized the true nature of the scene; he even saw the fall of the previous dynasty and the various dynasties of the Great Rui.

Content that he usually only read in history books appeared clearly before Qiu Yan's eyes.

Along with this came pure thoughts, which entered the Divine Body and seeped into the Divine Power Stars and the central Divine Pool.

The stars grew ever more refined, and divine power surged; the Divine Pool slowly expanded, and incense smoke billowed. New stars began to take shape, and the Incense Faith rippled the pool's surface.

"This kind of pure thought is close to the way of heaven and earth. Only the natural energy within the Heaven-Born Deity talismans can interfere with and mobilize it. No wonder the ruins require Heaven-Born Deities to open them."

At the same time, Qiu Yan also discovered that the Domain of Law around the deity's true form was showing signs of distortion, with Karmic Thread manifesting and releasing an aura of history.

On the other side, Bai Wenpan and Huang Jue, who were immersed in pure thoughts, underwent changes again. Karmic Thread on their Divine Bodies also shifted, releasing an aura of history.

These auras were drawn out by the Pitch-Black Space and gradually disappeared.

"Could it be that the historical aura of the era to which any person or god enters this place is absorbed and recorded by some force? Therefore, it is possible to present the scenes of dynastic changes and the rise and fall of dynasties in one's mind as thoughts are transmitted?"

Qiu Yan's guess could not be confirmed, but he realized at the same time that this was a rare opportunity. As soon as he thought about it, the water in the divine pond suddenly started to roll, and he saw a bookshelf flying out, with the word "History" marked on the top of the bookshelf.

This is a part of the Earthly Soul condensed from the scholar's clone, transmitted through the Black Hole.

As soon as the History Section Bookshelf appeared, scenes of the Historical River surged over, were absorbed into the bookshelf, manifested and condensed into volumes, and landed on the shelf.

As time went by, the number of books gradually increased.

On the other hand, pure thoughts also filled the Divine Body of the deity, Divine Power Stars rapidly formed. The central Divine Pool also expanded Extreme Speed, and every drop of water in the pool exuded the artistic conception of Incense Faith.

Above the Divine Pool, the Core Talisman were also enveloped by a pure thought, cleansing and refining them.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable thought appeared without warning and entered Qiu Yan's mind, allowing him to instantly grasp the method to open the ruins.

"This method of opening it actually requires igniting and exploding pure willpower! However, as long as the ruins haven't been opened, it won't cause too much of a commotion, and the people in the crater won't notice it, so there's no need to rush."

Thinking this, the deity himself calmed his mind and fell silent, fully immersing himself in the changes of the Historical River, feeling the atmosphere that rise and fall are but a thought away.

The number of books on the History Section Bookshelf grew, and the stars within the Divine Body shone ever brighter.

"If this situation could continue for several years, the gains would be immeasurable, but unfortunately, it's just wishful thinking. Not to mention that staying here for forty-nine days would result in being expelled, even a pure thought cannot be generated out of thin air; it must have been condensed through some kind of method and accumulated over a long period to achieve its current state. Once it is completely absorbed, who knows how many years it will take to fully recover its former appearance."

The thought of absorbing all pure thoughts had just crossed his mind when Qiu Yan suppressed it. He knew very well that pure thoughts were not endless. It was already a stroke of fortuitous opportunity that they could absorb even a little. If they were too greedy, they would eventually run out of thoughts to ignite and explode, and thus be unable to open the ruins. They would be losing more than they gained.

In the darkness and silence, the deity slowly closed his eyes, letting time flow by.

Five days after his true self remained dormant at the entrance of the ruins, Qiu Yan's scholarly avatar finally arrived at his destination—

Wuxin City.

Wuxin City is located at the border of Two Offices. To the west is Yuanning Prefecture, to the east is Rongzhou Prefecture, and to the south is the territory of Five Creeks Marsh. It is a place of constant warfare. The murderous aura, Yang Qi energy, and Blood Qi Inner City can be faintly felt from a distance!

If any Living Souls were to appear here, even if it were not daytime, they would struggle to resist the Sand Battlefield's Blood Qi, and would easily be shattered by the impact.

There were no villages outside the city, only military camps. Occasionally, one could see farmland, but it was all heavily guarded.

As soon as the carriage carrying the scholar's clone entered the territory of Wuxin City, it was surrounded by several soldiers who questioned him for a while and even searched him. Only after Niu Meng took out the token and answered a few questions were they allowed to pass.

Even so, two riders in full military uniform accompanied them the whole way, clearly keeping an eye on them.

"These people are really fierce," the guide, Zhang, muttered cautiously, glancing at the two riders. He had just been pulled off the vehicle for a body search.

Qiu Yan understood the key point and said, "This is a military camp, a place of constant vigilance, where conflict could break out at any moment. That's why it's so heavily guarded. I imagine that throughout the year, there are many spies and traitors, dressed like us, coming to spy."

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the riders said, "You scholar have some insight, better than the previous ones. Those poor bastards, when it came to being searched, would talk about integrity and backbone, but they didn't know that if we were negligent, we would not only be criticized and punished by our superiors, but we might also implicate our comrades. We cannot tolerate the slightest mistake."

The two riders were not old, but their faces were stern and they gave the impression of being unsmiling. They were wearing armor and had long swords hanging at their waists, but as soon as they opened their mouths, their murderous aura disappeared.

Qiu Yan remained neither humble nor arrogant, simply stating, "Integrity and backbone are essential, but they cannot be shouted out."

Another rider said, "Judging from your appearance, you're here for the young lady too, aren't you?"

"How do you know?" Qiu Yan asked with a smile.

"In the past two years, quite a few scholars have come..."

The two riders were surprisingly talkative and struck up a conversation with Qiu Yan. They quickly became acquainted, and Qiu Yan learned their names: the older one with a beard Yang Huang, and the younger one with delicate features was called Liu Hong.

"... The famous scholars of Jiannan Circuit have also come here? I've heard of Fang Ziyan and Gu Yanzhi. They are both exceptionally talented individuals. Two years ago, they passed the Xiucai examination but did not participate in the Provincial Examination. Rumor has it that they were studying diligently in seclusion, hoping to make a name for themselves. I never expected that they would come to Wuxin City to try and win the favor of a beautiful woman and leave behind a romantic story of talented scholars and beautiful women." Qiu Yan had gleaned a lot of information from his conversation with the two riders.

Upon hearing this, Liu Hong scoffed, "Whether they are talented men or not, I don't know, but they are all Marshfolk who look down on us who eat the soldiers' rations. Yet, when they see the Marshfolk, they are more afraid than when they see their own grandfather, meek and subservient, not daring to breathe Great Qi! Little do they know that those Swamp People would also give us a wide berth!"

"Don't say any more," Yang Huang, being older and more composed, said, stopping him.

"I don't know..." Qiu Yan was about to say something more when he was interrupted by a series of clanging sounds from the side. He turned his head and saw several soldiers escorting a group of ragged, handcuffed people past him toward the farmland.

"Um?"

Looking at the scattered ornaments hanging on the group of people, Qiu Yan recognized them as Marshfolk's attire and immediately understood, without asking any questions.

Yang Huang and Liu Hong naturally didn't say much. They followed the group into the city and arrived at the post station. The two then took their leave and went back to report.

Then, Guide Zhang hurriedly asked for a carriage, eager to leave. As for the coachman Niu Meng, he was also unwilling to stay any longer and clasped his hands in farewell.

"Young Master Qiu, now that we've arrived, I must return to report to my master."

"Until we meet again."

Until we meet again.

After spending a few days together, Qiu Yan and Niu Meng had developed some rapport. Although Niu Meng was a demon, he was honest and there was no reason for Qiu Yan to make things difficult for him, so he let him leave.

In the blink of an eye, the people dispersed.

Such is the nature of gathering and parting.

Shaking his head, Qiu Yan followed the post station clerk into the post station.

Upon entering, one is greeted by rows of scholars in blue robes, some standing, some sitting, some conversing, some reading, some playing chess, each with their own distinct activities.

"Is this an inn or a school? There are so many scholars gathered here; judging by their attire, they all hold official titles."

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