"Thank you for your advice, young man. May I ask what year and month it is now?"
Xiang Yu raised his head and saw Xu Long beside him, his brows furrowing involuntarily.
Although Xu Long's cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Stage, his aura was obscure and difficult to discern, even giving Xu Long a faint sense of crisis.
It's important to understand that although Xiang Yu met a tragic end, he was invincible in his time, unmatched by anyone in the world.
Why would someone at the mere Nascent Soul Stage give him this feeling?
"It has been more than two thousand years since the time of the Hegemon."
"More than two thousand years ago..."
Xiang Yu sighed, his expression utterly dejected.
The events of the mortal world stand still for a thousand years.
The scene of fighting demons and Ghost Demons seems like it was just yesterday, but looking back, life is like a game of chess, a drop in the ocean, and everything is just a passing cloud.
"If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, why not join me in exploring Fengdu City? Once this matter is settled, we can go out and see the magnificent landscapes of our China."
Xu Long smiled and extended an invitation to Xiang Yu.
He was a powerful figure, no less than Huo Qubing, and a great hero.
He was proficient in both literary and military arts, as well as military strategy and tactics.
Unfortunately, he was too arrogant and disdained to use those schemes and tricks, ultimately ending up all alone.
More than two thousand years have passed, and everything related to him has become history.
Huo Qubing at least had Wei Qing and Lightning Hou, but Xiang Yu was left all alone.
Having suffered numerous setbacks, Xiang Yu had lost his arrogance and become silent and reserved. If he could be stationed in the Divine Kingdom, Xu Long would feel much more at ease.
Furthermore, Fengdu City eerie and unpredictable; who knows what might appear there.
With Huo Qubing, Lightning Hou, and Xiang Yu by his side, Xu Long could roam freely without worrying about encountering danger.
"I am Huo Qubing, a general of the Great Han, only two hundred years younger than Xiang Yu. Although I did not witness Xiang Yu's heroic figure two thousand years ago, it is fate that we meet again two thousand years later."
Huo Qubing said, "We are all human beings, why not use this crippled body to protect our compatriots and give future generations a better chance to survive?"
If it were a scoundrel like Zhao Gou or Kangxi, they certainly wouldn't care about the lives of others and would only think about their own interests.
But Xiang Yu was different. Although many historians have criticized Xiang Yu for being foolish, no one has ever criticized his character.
As expected, Xiang Yu was deeply moved upon hearing Huo Qubing's words.
For great heroes like Huo Qubing, Xiang Yu, and Yue Fei, making them submit would be incredibly easy.
When faced with a matter of great importance, they will voluntarily step forward.
People admire heroes, but few want to be heroes themselves, because heroes often meet tragic ends.
Conversely, selfish and scoundrels thrive.
Xu Long is neither a hero nor a scoundrel.
However, at times, he doesn't mind being seen as scum by some of his enemies.
"Very well, then I'll accompany you two on this journey and see the magnificent landscape two thousand years from now!"
Xiang Yu nodded and agreed.
"Let's go! At the end of the Naihe Bridge lies the Homeward-Gazing Terrace!"
Xu Long gave a speech and took the lead. Huo Qubing and Xiang Yu walked in the middle, while Lightning Hou brought up the rear.
The illusion of an endless expanse that had existed before vanished. After walking a few hundred steps, we reached the end and saw the stone platform.
Not eating human food for a day
Crossing the boundary between Yin and Yang in just two days
They arrived at Homeward-Gazing Terrace in three days.
Seeing my loved ones weeping bitterly.
After a ghost travels the Yellow Springs Road, if it cannot let go of its longing for its hometown and loved ones, it will climb the Homeward-Gazing Terrace to take one last look before being driven to reincarnate.
Ghosts on the Homeward-Gazing Terrace.
I stared wide-eyed, tears streaming down my face.
His wife, children, and elderly parents nestled beside the coffin.
Relatives and friends gathered at the funeral hall.
Once you step onto the Homeward-Gazing Terrace, there's no turning back; the only possibility Reincarnation Temple.
In fact, the true purpose of the Homeward-Gazing Terrace is not to take one last look at one's hometown and relatives, but to cleanse oneself of karma.
On the Yellow Springs Road, let go of the past; at the Homeward-Gazing Terrace, wash away karma; drink a bowl of Meng Po's Soup to forget everything, and then you can be reincarnated.
Although I don't know if the Homeward-Gazing Terrace) is still effective after all these years, it's never a bad thing to give it a try.
"I'm a few years older, so I'll go first!"
Xiang Yu smiled, then stepped forward.
All three were warriors, not given to many tricks of the trade. Since Xiang Yu was going to lead the charge, they decided to let him go first.
The Homeward-Gazing Terrace, with a diameter of thirty meters, is covered with countless strange patterns, making it appear particularly eerie in this place filled with a strong sense of yin energy.
Xiang Yu stepped forward, an endless stream of Yin energy immediately gathered and surged wildly above his head.
After ten breaths, the yin energy began to quiet down and gradually transformed into a screen, reflecting Xiang Yu's past life.
In a remote mountain village, a man eight feet tall was wandering through the forest carrying a large bow.
With a drawn bow and nocked a string, a plump rabbit was shot dead.
The man picked up the rabbit and put it in the basket on his back, then continued searching for prey.
As dusk fell, the man returned home with his bountiful harvest, only to find that the village had been reduced to Hell.
The corpses lay scattered about, blood flowed like a small river, and a foul, fishy stench filled the air.
The man rushed home like a madman and found his pregnant wife dead, her body a mess.
The man didn't scream, he didn't break down.
He knew who had massacred the village, and he knew where those people were hiding.
Alone with a bow and a curved sword at his waist, the man sneaked into the mountain stronghold and began his attack under the cover of night.
If you kill two a day, that's twenty in ten days.
Men are like hunters lurking in the shadows, ready to slaughter those scum at any moment.
The bandits tried to lure the man out, but the man was as cunning as a fox and wouldn't fall for their trap.
This lasted for three whole months, until the man felt it was time to end it, and he stepped forward.
Swords flashed, limbs were severed.
The man killed the last bandit, but he himself was also severely wounded and collapsed in a pool of blood.
At that moment, the image suddenly froze, then rapidly rewound as if in reverse.
The wounds disappeared, the bandits came back to life, and the villagers rose again...
Until it disappears completely!
boom!
A violent aura suddenly emanated from Xiang Yu, then quickly subsided.
The initial dullness transformed into a calm demeanor, clearly indicating that much had been gained.
"From this day forward, the old Xiang Ji is dead; a new Xiang Ji lives on!"
A smile appeared on Xiang Yu's face, and his entire demeanor was renewed.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
Xu Long exclaimed in amazement, " The Homeward-Gazing Terrace Homeward-Gazing Terrace; it possesses such power!"
By washing away the cause and effect and discarding the past, Xiang Yu became more pure, and his inner knot was untied.
"Who's next? You go!"
Xu Long spoke to Huo Qubing, who hesitated, seemingly reluctant to go up.
"Brother Huo, is there perhaps something you're having trouble saying?"
Seeing Huo Qubing's appearance, Xiang Yu asked in confusion.