Peace Order

Chapter 1797 - 80: Legend!

Jiang Wanxiang thought of the figure slowly leaving through the fire, and said: "Able to bear such a responsibility, follow one’s true heart, and make one’s own choice."

"Like an emperor."

"As for Su Wang, with your martial skills, it was possible to take the Red Emperor away before things happened, why didn’t you do it?"

Su Wang was silent for a long time, then answered: "I cannot humiliate him."

"Nor can I let his past great wish become a joke."

Su Wang played chess, his own qi mechanism faintly clashing, colliding, and intertwining with Jiang Wanxiang’s aura, making the academy above, the vast sky deep and distant. Su Wang held a white chess piece, and said: "Before coming here, I had tried to consult the Purple Sun Master."

"The Purple Sun Master took out a letter left by the Taoist Sect before leaving us, and I opened that letter, seeing only one word, ’Ge.’

Jiang Wanxiang said: "’Ge,’ the forty-ninth of the sixty-four trigrams."

Su Wang said: "Yes, but at that time, I did not understand the meaning of this trigram, it is only now that I understand, the Ge trigram."

"Reform the old, only then can innovate."

"Otherwise, it is merely treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, unable to be enduring."

Su Wang’s voice halted, seemingly once again seeing the fiery Red Emperor walking towards his own path and end, and then looking at the white-haired, vitality nearing its limit Jiang Wanxiang before him, sighed and said:

"[Ge], I only knew it on this day."

"It truly is a radiant yet blood-soaked word."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed and said: "Well said, reform the old and innovate, how can there be no bloodshed?"

"Let us drink a cup of wine!"

"To wish for success without experiencing hardship, without putting in great effort, is ultimately just a fantasy."

The elderly emperor placed a chess piece, calm beyond measure. Su Wang looked at the person before him, calm and composed, also having his own Tao, finally asked: "So, why did Emperor Ying come here to seize a title?"

Jiang Wanxiang said: "Reform the old and innovate."

His fingers, bone protruding, blood vessels like rotten marks, with a deep green trajectory, held a black chess piece, he pointed at his own chest, and said: "As the Master said, my life is not long."

"Perhaps just within these few days."

"The death of Chen Fubi is like a sharp blade, piercing my chest."

"Pierces deeply, and painfully."

"Afterwards, years of fierce battles across the world, my life like a candle in the rain. My entire life, started from obscurity, as the son of a concubine, ascending to the throne, conquering the four directions, ultimately leading to the division of two parts of the world, considered exhilarating, yet still unsatisfied."

"In the end, it boils down to unwillingness."

Gongyang Suwang said: "Unwillingness."

Jiang Wanxiang squinted his eyes, said: "Indeed."

Gongyang Suwang placed another piece, said: "Because of victory or defeat?"

Jiang Wanxiang said lightly: "Because I couldn’t fight with all my might and will die."

"Because dying before this world brightens up!"

"Thus, unwillingness."

"Therefore, I came to this place, only seeking Qi Fortune to enter the body, for a chance at the last battle, what I want to do has not been accomplished, so I cannot die."

In Gongyang Suwang’s eyes flashed a hint of ripples and astonishment: "The Red Emperor used Qi Fortune to ignite a fire, burning away eight hundred years of grand momentum and righteousness, the remaining things, fiery poison, filth settled, named Qi Fortune, yet mixed with the desires of all beings, final resolve."

"That is poison, if you want to control it, you will die a most painful death, without a burial ground."

Jiang Wanxiang said calmly: "Scholars, ultimately do not understand the hearts of heroes."

"Things have come to this, how could I place my own life in my heart?"

Jiang Wanxiang softly placed a piece, said: "Old times remain in the old, but the old is often something people remember, isn’t it, Su Wang? You and I are people left from that past era."

"Young people have young people’s dreams, but old things have old things’ persistence, having seen things for a lifetime, done things for a lifetime, just interrupted and given up by a few words, then what we have done in life would be somewhat ridiculous."

"Are we a joke?"

"Certainly not."

"Old, is the young’s disdain for us."

"Disdain, is our contempt for the young."

"In the end, there ought to be a final match between victory and defeat, life and death, only then can the historical records seal the coffin verdict, this world has been chaotic for three hundred years, this time is too long, indeed too long."

"And now, it is the final time. The battle to end the three-hundred-year chaos and disturbances is my young dream, when I am old and about to die, I can finally see it."

"I must seize it!"

Gongyang Su Wang looked at Jiang Wanxiang before him.

Thin and gaunt, about to die, originally close-fitting sleeves now seem too spacious, slightly swaying, like a dragon about to wither, the candle flame on the table flickers, casting light and shadow on his face, rising and falling unpredictably.

Like a sword slicing forward, firm and sharp.

"Let me show you, Master."

"No matter how despicable, no matter how ugly extending life for this battle, I must continue walking, what Ji Zichang did was to sever the eight-hundred-year Red Emperor, but what I want to do is different."

Jiang Wanxiang placed the last piece, smiling like the Azure Dragon, whispered:

"Let this old era and the so-called young ones have one battle."

"The earth is covered with decayed branches and trees, only a thorough wildfire can burn it all out, this flame needs to be thorough enough, only in this way can new grass and trees grow on the earth, that is the springtime."