Chapter 1267 - 348: Cai He and the Past_5

Chapter 1267: Chapter 348: Cai He and the Past_5

Damn it, this guy really has a dog’s face!

"Really, if it weren’t for you coming over so quickly, I definitely wouldn’t tell you such secret information!"

"But... seeing how sincerely you’re admitting your mistakes, this great god won’t hold it against you and will let you off this time."

"Next time, remember to respect the elderly and care for the young, got it?"

Sun Miaoxing said earnestly.

Yuchi: "Got it! So what are the Withered Tomb Bones?"

Sun Miaoxing pretentiously said, "Withered Tomb Bones, they are..."

Yuchi: "They are?"

"Don’t stop, little one. Your back-massaging skills are good." Sun Miaoxing gave a sidelong glance.

You damn... Don’t let me find an opportunity later, Yuchi thought with a silly grin as he continued to massage Sun Miaoxing’s back, and Sun Miaoxing finally began to speak slowly.

"First of all, the Withered Tomb Bones mainly appear in the Lower Three Provinces, which are large provinces inhabited by monsters, coming from Ancient Battlefields of the Lower Three Provinces, so why are they called Withered Tomb Bones? Well, that’s something that dates back to the Great Wilderness Battle, long, long ago. Of course, I’ll speak slowly, so you can fully digest it, because this part of the plot is quite crucial."

Yuchi: "Okay!"

While massaging Sun Miaoxing’s back, Yuchi gradually returned to that legendary era.

"It’s said that originally, the Nine Continents were one whole large continent, with no barriers like black mountain ranges between them."

"But before ancient times, a massive rift appeared in the sky over the Nine Continents."

"From this rift emerged a sinister evil spirit’s head. The exact appearance of this evil spirit is beyond verification, but its power was terrifying."

Sun Miaoxing spoke, and Yuchi listened without any intention of refusal. Instead, he was quite interested in the past of the Nine Continents...

Hmm, were the Nine Continents not always called the Nine Continents?

Were they originally together? Then how did they split? Was it due to tectonic movements?

And as for this terrifying head of the evil spirit?

How big was it exactly? One li long? Or ten? How big could it be? How much would it need to eat each day?

Yuchi wondered vaguely.

What kind of thought process is that... Sun Miaoxing glanced speechlessly at Yuchi, then looked up at the sky: "The situation back then was extremely dangerous."

"This hideous evil spirit clearly wanted to come into the Nine Continents to burn, kill, and loot, but because the rift wasn’t fully opened, its massive body couldn’t yet squeeze through."

"It could only use its two claws to desperately pry at the rift in the sky, trying to fully open it and crawl from the wilderness into the Nine Continents."

"For a time, all cultivators with any cultivation across the Nine Continents rushed here in a hurry. If they let this evil spirit attack the rift, once it opened, the evil spirit would come into the Nine Continents!"

Really?

Yuchi could imagine this happening.

It was probably like mortals living peacefully in a sealed package until one day a ferocious wild cat pried open the package, trying to reach for the delicious feast inside.

Of course, there’s nothing new about this sort of thing; many stories are like that.

Turtles with volcanoes on their backs, whales carrying big cities, trees nurturing fruit with an entire city’s lives, three-headed dogs, Hell Gates, Ender Dragons, there are plenty of such things.

Sun Miaoxing sighed, "It was indeed a brutal battle, a bloody one. Countless cultivators attacked this evil entity, and countless cultivators were killed on the spot by it."

"This evil spirit had the ability to Scatter Beans into Soldiers. Its hair fell onto the Nine Continents’ ground, becoming small but powerful monsters!"

"Back then, the ground was covered with dark red, foul-smelling blood, and plague carried death in its wake, a horrific era."

At this point, Sun Miaoxing expected to see a look of shock on Yuchi’s face, given that even while recounting this, he felt a bit uneasy.

But Yuchi appeared very calm on the other side.

Why so calm?

Standing behind Sun Miaoxing, Yuchi spoke, "Don’t just tell our side of the story; let’s hear about its perspective, at least whether we communicated with it?"

Sun Miaoxing: "???"

What, you still care about the enemy’s thoughts now? You also want to communicate with the enemy during a fight?! It’s already breaking out!

Your mindset is too broad!

Yuchi smiled, "It’s only by seeing from the enemy’s perspective that we can know where we are weak. Just looking from our own viewpoint is no different from a frog in a well."

All the frogs of the Nine Continents sitting in the well, Yuchi didn’t want to know the frog’s perspective; he wanted to know the birds’ perspective, to better see the issues on himself.

As the saying goes, daily self-reflection is important; the enemy knows you better than yourself.

The enemy sees many of your rough spots.

So from the evil spirit’s perspective, what was it like? Did the crew film it from the evil spirit’s viewpoint? Was there a plot introduction for the evil spirit? Otherwise, just introducing how hard we worked, how awesome we were, isn’t engaging for the audience!

Where’s the enemy’s plot introduction?

... I’ll smash your plot introduction... Sun Miaoxing was stunned, "Wow, you’re really thinking far ahead!? You’re already concerned about the enemy’s perspective now?"

Yuchi: "Yes, so is there one?"

Sun Miaoxing rolled his eyes at Yuchi, "No, why? In that situation, would you rush up to ask? Are you bringing a book, wetting your finger with saliva and ink to interview live?"

Sun Miaoxing imagined himself in such a situation, speaking sarcastically, "Hello, esteemed evil spirit senior, why are you attacking us?"

"Evil spirit senior, are you married this year? Evil spirit senior, how are your children’s grades? Evil spirit senior, have you maintained your fangs?"

"Evil spirit senior, do you have accidental insurance?"

After saying this, Sun Miaoxing had a dark expression on his face: "Are you an evil spirit, ready for an interview with me? So it’s always one-sided, how could we know what the evil spirit thinks, just like a fish being caught in water, how can fish guess the angler’s thoughts?"

Who knows if there’s a black hook hidden in the fragrant bait.

"So the fish is always the one being caught, right?" Yuchi smiled, waving his hand, and as Sun Miaoxing frowned, thinking it made some sense, Yuchi continued, "And then? After the battle between the evil spirit and the cultivators, what happened in the end?"

Sun Miaoxing sincerely said, "Every brutal story will have a hero, otherwise the story ends in destruction, leaving no one to tell the tale later."

"The battle between the Nine Continents and the evil spirit was like that; eventually, a very powerful cultivator stepped forward, seemingly a cultivator about to ascend, who charged straight at the evil spirit."

"He brought a huge amount of sea water to the scene and squirted it into the evil spirit’s eyes. The evil spirit instinctively reached up to protect its eyes, and the cultivator started to repair the rift beside them, until finally sealing it completely."

Yuchi: "???"

He imagined a giant carrying a sea, using it to spray the evil spirit’s eyes - spraying into its eyes? This scene was so powerful! Wow, it even triggered an image of little DiCaprio playing with a toy water gun, and the hero’s image collapsed instantly!

How could it look like such a farce?!

Sun Miaoxing awkwardly laughed, "This is the version I heard. There are other versions."

"Some say he sprayed sea water into the evil spirit’s eyes."

"Some say the evil spirit’s nails lifted as it pried at the rift."

"Others say the evil spirit’s hands cramped, and it withdrew them, rolling behind the rift."

"And naturally, some say the evil spirit was scared off by the overwhelming presence at the scene."

"There are all sorts of versions, knowing that this war happened so long ago, who knows what exactly happened, and there’s no historian to record it."

History is sometimes funnier than one might think, and often amusing when brought up.