Bang bang bang!!
In the sky above the Capital City, bursts of dark fireworks bloomed.
Heavy collision sounds came from afar. From the tomb emerged ancient Human Ape priests, dressed like ancient tribe Wizards, singing age-old witch chants. The sound turned into tangible black transparent notes, connecting and floating in the sky, stabbing towards the distant Xin Xichen.
"This is his army of Ape-men!"
"Itâs amplifying this forced manipulation power."
Xin Xichenâs whole body was stiff. As he transformed into a Human Ape, he felt the tightening of the hair was getting deeper and deeper.
"Damn it, if it werenât for someone scheming against me, causing my Capital City army to die, leaving only me, I wouldnât be surrounded and killed!"
During the siege by the rabble, clearing the field is crucial.
At this moment, the Ancient Apes erupted together, countless sharp black threads tightening ever more.
"I must escape." Xin Xichen thought to himself: "Return to the Emperorâs Tomb! Having previously lost to Jiu Shui and entered the Emperorâs Mausoleum, now I can temporarily retreat, while this self-proclaimed âHuman Godâ in the Capital City becomes the target of others!"
Crash.
He suddenly burst forth, breaking free of his bonds. With a gust of wind, Xin Xichen had vanished.
"Just wait, the next time I come out, I will once again take over the world."
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At this moment, countless leaders and Saints in the depths of the Emperorâs Mausoleum were closely watching the developments of the battle in the Capital City.
In the Longevity Dynasty, layers of Imperial Mausoleums lay buried deep, with successive Longevity Saints observing the outside world.
"Human God..."
A hoarse, dry voice rang out, "Though all Saints would not reveal their true names, origins, identities, lest after death they be traced, knowing your deathâs Ghost weakness, but the term Human God is overly arrogant."
"I thought I was ruthless enough, but didnât expect there to be such ruthless ones from ancient times."
Their hidden plots compared to this one arenât even presentable!
Another Saint replied deeply: "Xin Xichen, whose combat power was at its peak, wasnât even a match for us combined, but he was defeated by an ancient ancestor from tens of millions of years ago!"
A flash of red glint passed in the eyes of a Saint:
"Itâs not a matter of combat power, itâs that it turned us into humans and left a deadly hidden sect in us! It gave back the hair, completing our foundation, but the returned hair was tampered with, becoming shackles of control!"
Everyone was silent for a moment, no one spoke again.
Not only Xin Xichen was shocked, even those ancient Saints were utterly silent.
They guessed history conceals great terror, ancient Great Calamity.
But they didnât expect it to be this terrifying!!
Playing so dirty.
Stripping their skin, taking them into the grave...
Perhaps in that entityâs eyes, it was like a rancher, herding generations of future hairless humans!
These skinned, barren upright apes, how could they be its opponents?
In this Human Godâs eyes, perhaps everything was destined. The moment it took away the hair and brought it back, nothing could stop it.
"Itâs okay, if Xin Xichen escapes, itâs no matter."
"He established Immortal Techniques, now he is just a book."
"Whoever wins this world, by cultivating a Xin Family descendant, burning this book of Xin Xichenâs, can obtain the worldâs strongest Immortal Technique Secret Manual."
"His ability is to develop Cultivation Techniques... let us defeat this self-proclaimed Human God."
"However, we need to remain dormant, even Xin Xichen was puppeted to immobility by him."
"We are even weaker, couldnât even make an appearance, would directly become his puppets."
The Saints exchanged glances, revealing gravity mixed with a slight curve at the corner of their mouths.
"Creating our Human Raceâs Ancestor... this absolute disadvantage is what makes it interesting."
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Ancient Imperial Mausoleum.
Between the Scales.
Through the unique Nine-State Earth Vein mechanism every 150 years, it gathered a population amount beyond all buried in the Imperial Mausoleum of human history combined.
As the most prosperous ancient tomb, this vast Imperial Mausoleum was teeming with bustling markets, countless towns with people coming and going, lively and bustling.
"Fresh rice wine!"
"Candied haw, candied haw!~"
They maintained their habits from life, still going through the motions, oblivious to their own death.
On the street.
A Scholar was drawing for passersby.
As people came and went all afternoon, he drew all afternoon.
Finally, a pancake vendor walked over, curiously looking at the Scholar, "What are you drawing?"
The vendor peeked.
The street was vividly realistic, passersby, streets, shops, each personâs expressions, gestures, sleeve details, and floor textures were incredibly detailed.
But strangely, in the painting, all passersby including the vendor himself were replaced by walking Human Apes.
He had turned into a pancake-selling Human Ape!
"What, what have you drawn!!?" The vendor instinctively felt horror, "Why turn people into Human Apes."
The Scholar picked up a brush, gently dipped it in ink, and continued painting the streetâs sky and clouds.
"This is our true form."
As he painted, he explained to the vendor in a soft voice:
"Someone once said that humans as a species shouldnât exist, that humans arenât real humans, just a group of bloodline-deficient, skinned hairless monkeys."
"We think of humans as the most beautiful animals, not knowing that other species find us hideously ugly."
"Just like how we humans view other species like hairless cats, hairless monkeys, hairless lions as hideous."
"Habit, sometimes itâs a miraculous thing, something weâve gradually become accustomed to over millennia."
Jiu Shui, the Saint, had transformed into a young man with red lips and white teeth, sitting on a chair, holding a brush, lightly painting a landscape in ink and wash.
"Humans are monkeys skinned alive?" The vendor was stunned, "Isnât that impossible? Are we all monkeys?"
"Some things, just because you donât believe in them doesnât mean they donât exist." The scholar raised a faint smile.
Surprisingly, the vendor wasnât afraid, but rather found it oddly interesting. He thought for a moment:
"Who skinned us? I guess it must have been those ancient Divine Beasts. Iâve heard that in ancient times we humans were very weak, and those Divine Beasts, in their cruelty, loved to skin."
"Just like our human butchers who like to skin animals."
"I even saw that street thug Liulang a few years ago, who enjoyed abusing small animals. Those stray cats and dogs, they were all skinned by him, bleeding everywhere. Isnât that terrible?"
The vendorâs mind had already conjured up a scene.
In ancient times, the Human Apes were furry and very weak, bullied by others.
But certain powerful races, among them some cruel ones, captured those monkeys and skinned them, boiling them one by one in hot water, peeling them amidst their shrill screams of âchi chi chiâ.
But those skinned monkeys did not die. Instead, they had a fortuitous encounter, evolved into humans, and then went on to sing forward triumphantly, overthrowing the evil Divine Beasts!
âThis is entirely like a story from a tale!
In those tales, the protagonist is humiliated, their entire family exterminated, they fall off a cliff, yet they find blessing in disguise.
Here, the protagonist is skinned, the family exterminated, and the monkeys find blessing in disguise, evolving into our magnificent and noble human race.
The vendorâs mind kept filling in the blanks, becoming momentarily obsessed:
"This surely must be an extremely exciting tale. Iâll sell the idea to a teahouse! Surely itâll earn big, Iâve already thought of a name âAncestral Human Biographyâ, what do you think?"
Jiu Shui, the Saint, seemed neither smiling nor unfriendly, "Ancestral Human Biography?"
"Perhaps." He neither affirmed nor denied, continuing to paint.
Hey?
Why is this poor scholar still painting?
The vendor found it strange!
Hasnât he already painted the street scene and the monkeys?
The curious vendor continued watching the scholar paint, eager to see what else he might paint, hoping to steal an idea or two to sell to the tavern for profit!
Feeling a bit greedy, he sat beside him, no longer bothering with his pancake business, just watching.
He saw in the painting, atop the heads of the street Human Apes, were strands of black lines, reaching straight into the heavens.
A gigantic Human Ape face emerged within the clouds, sitting cross-legged on the skyâs land, manipulating below with its fingers through threads, controlling puppet Human Apes.
"This, this!??" The vendor suddenly felt his legs go weak.
A primal fear from the depths of his blood was completely awakened, something seemed to choke his throat, making it difficult to breathe, a strong sense of suffocation oppressed him.
Huff, huff!
The vendor gasped for air.
He didnât understand why he was losing composure.
Was this gigantic Human Ape in the sky manipulating the apes below through these strands enough of a horrifying scene?
No.
It isnât.
The bloody horror story of the skinned monkey was clearly more terrifying, but he wasnât afraid then.
Now, just seeing a few strands controlling the Human Apes, he felt a reflexive numbness in his legs, endless fear welling up.
"Humansâ fear is a deep-seated natural fear embedded in their bloodlines."
The gentle scholar smiled, his eyes pure with laughter:
"In humanityâs long evolutionary history, weâve feared lightning, earthquakes, rain, the darkâpowers that can kill us, embedded in our blood over generations, seeking benefits and avoiding harm is the instinct of all life."
"Humans reproduce, gradually revering nature, even more so the Sun Moon."
"Generation after generation of Sun Moon drives the era forward, carrying an immense heavenly power. People, generations after generations, worship, bowing in reverence, and this reverence and fear are deeply rooted within humans."
He pointed to the lines: "Youâre also revering the Sun Moon...that era was primitive, without Sun Moon. These lines, are the Sun Moon of that time."
The vendor didnât quite understand, looking at the countless lines atop the apeâs head, "Why are they all lines!!"
"In the Rongtian Era, it was all about giant trees, giant beasts, immense forests, and the hanging threads of heaven."
He sighed, his gaze distant as if trying to peer beyond the far sky.
"Itâs a shame, thereâs more...like the principle of these lines, Iâve pondered for so long, yet still donât comprehend it."
The scholar didnât elaborate, stood up, shook his body lightly, picked up the brush and inkstone:
"This painting is for you."
Saying so, he left straight away, went to a nearby tavern to get two liang of wine, then leisurely strolled away, drinking.
"Must win against him within a month, otherwise, the entire world will completely turn into Human Apes...the consequences are unimaginable."
"Ten daysâ deadline, if still unsuccessful, I shall emerge."
"Days with nothing to do are truly hard to endure." He drank wine, swaggering, disappearing at the end of the street, a hint of drunkenness visible.
"So, am I now a living person or a dead one?"
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"Hmph! That scholarâs all mysterious." The vendor, though lacking in literary refinement, instinctively felt the paintingâs delicacy, assuming it was worth quite a bit of money.
Carefully rolling up the scroll, he was ready to leave.
"Wait, this person must be an expert, is it an unexpected encounter!!?" The vendor suddenly realized, his heart pounding, his gaze fervent, cautiously watching around, fearing that some passerby might snatch the opportunity.
But after rummaging, he discovered another painting beneath the scroll, already drawn long before.
On that scroll was a wild land, amidst jungles filled with flying dragons and giant beasts, a mysterious tall and handsome figure held a book, educating a humble and timid wise black-furred monkey kneeling on the ground.
This scene carried an indescribable sacred epic feel, as if it portrayed the origin of humanity.
The humble and timid monkey kneeling on the ground bore a striking resemblance to the monkey face just depicted controlling the beings from the skies.
"What is this??"