Chapter 164: We Are All History

Chapter 164: We Are All History

“It is truly laughable, the Wandering Light Sword Lin Feng. Clearly, Lin Feng earned first place through his own efforts, yet they insist on giving him the ‘sword’ as a nickname, as if the Wandering Light Sword was what made Lin Feng successful.”

Chen Xiyi watched as Lin Feng steadily became the dark horse of the Sword Distribution Conference. No one except Chen Xiyi had expected Lin Feng to actually take first place.

“The so-called righteous sects are so petty, using such methods to retaliate.”

Think about it—when word spread through Jianghu about Lin Feng’s nickname ‘Wandering Light Sword,’ and then it was further rumored that the Wandering Light Sword was a divine weapon forged by the Myriad Sword Manor.

How would people view it?

At first, they might acknowledge the first-place winner of the Sword Distribution Conference. But over time and with enough talk, it would simply become that Lin Feng relied on the power of the Wandering Light Sword.

Yan Guilai sat to the side and said nothing.

Although she also felt it was somewhat inappropriate, she did not agree with Chen Xiyi’s words.

After saying this, Chen Xiyi stood up and left.

He planned to bid farewell to Lin Feng before heading south to retrieve that module.

“Old Lin, you got the Wandering Light. Where are you planning to go next?” Chen Xiyi looked at Lin Feng, who was squatting in a corner silently gazing at the Wandering Light Sword, with a slightly strange expression.

Chen Xiyi’s words snapped Lin Feng out of his daze. “Oh, it’s you, my friend.”

“I said, where are you planning to go next?” Chen Xiyi repeated his question. It was clear that Lin Feng hadn’t been paying attention earlier.

“I’ll head south. I feel like something is calling to me there, and I can also challenge some sects to practice my swordsmanship.” Lin Feng stood up and sheathed the Wandering Light Sword.

The moment the sword was sheathed, Chen Xiyi keenly noticed a change in Lin Feng.

[Ability 4: Divine Swordsmanship]

“…”

Damn, so you were just squatting here having an epiphany.

“Perfect, I’m also heading south to look for something. Want to go together?” Chen Xiyi extended the invitation, surprised at the coincidence.

As for the Wandering Light Sword, Chen Xiyi honestly couldn’t see anything special about it—it just seemed like an ordinary sword.

“Sure,” Lin Feng replied calmly.

He didn’t mind at all. Through his sword sense, he could clearly feel that Chen Xiyi held no ill will toward him and actually seemed quite friendly.

Chen Xiyi grinned, not at all surprised that Lin Feng agreed. “Great, let’s go then.”

Lin Feng nodded and left with Chen Xiyi.

As for Ye Meng, it seemed he still had matters to attend to, so they would discuss it another time.

“Wait a moment, I need to go back and pack my things. Let’s meet at the entrance of the Myriad Sword Manor.” After walking a few steps, Lin Feng suddenly remembered his belongings were still in his previous guest room.

Chen Xiyi also thought for a moment and realized he had some personal items used for appearances’ sake.

“Right, I almost forgot my bag too. If you hadn’t reminded me, I would have had to come back again.” Chen Xiyi decided he should go get his things as well.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Their guest rooms were in different directions, so they naturally went separate ways.

“That sword, is there anything wrong with it?”

In Chen Xiyi’s guest room, Ye Meng had already packed for him. When Chen Xiyi arrived, Ye Meng asked him directly.

“If even a seasoned Jianghu expert like you can’t see anything wrong, how could I possibly tell?” Chen Xiyi chuckled lightly.

This made Ye Meng pause, then he laughed too. Chen Xiyi was right—if even a Postnatal Warrior like him couldn’t detect anything, how could a scholar who had never practiced martial arts?

“Where are you planning to go?” Ye Meng continued.

“South, I plan to travel around the southern regions.” Chen Xiyi didn’t hide it; there was no reason to.

“The southern scenery is beautiful. It’s perfect for scholars like you. But traveling alone isn’t safe. Since you have some connection with that Sünu Sect’s Lady Yan, why not travel with her? The Sünu Sect is in the south, so you’ll have someone to watch your back. That way, you won’t end up in some shady inn and get robbed.” Ye Meng offered a suggestion.

“Yan Guilai and I aren’t really acquainted, let alone friends. I plan to travel with Lin Feng. With someone like the Wandering Light Sword around, safety shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

Chen Xiyi wasn’t familiar with Yan Guilai, and she wasn’t a close friend. Following her blindly wouldn’t make sense.

Hearing this, Ye Meng was slightly surprised. Lin Feng, who usually kept to himself and seemed unapproachable, actually ended up traveling with someone as free-spirited as Chen Xiyi. It really was fate.

“Well, then, I wish you a safe journey. Remember to write to me when you arrive.”

Ye Meng actually wanted to wander off too, but he knew he had responsibilities and couldn’t leave Forged Sword City.

Although he usually drank and lazed around, he was one of the Myriad Sword Manor’s top fighters and a core member of the main lineage. Unless something major happened, his main duty was to stay and guard the manor.

Therefore, he couldn’t leave easily.

Unless another sect held a grand event similar to their Sword Distribution Conference, and he, as the Second Master of the Myriad Sword Manor, led a delegation to participate, only then could he leave.

A sect represented not just resources and benefits; those who benefited had to take on corresponding responsibilities to protect the sect.

“Alright, I’ll send you some good wine when I find some.” Chen Xiyi picked up his bag and turned to leave.

[You had a friendly conversation with the Jianghu figure Ye Meng. Ye Meng’s Favorability toward you increased by 1. Current Favorability: 2 stars]

“…”

Wow, just mentioning sending him wine raised his favorability, and it even leveled up with just 1 point. This made Chen Xiyi strongly suspect that Ye Meng wasn’t friends with him but with his wine.

When he reached the entrance of the Myriad Sword Manor, Lin Feng had already been waiting for a while. Chen Xiyi hadn’t delayed on the way, so he arrived quite quickly.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Their shadows stretched long behind them as they walked farther and farther away.

…

“We’ve landed successfully. Are we inside that period of history now?” an excited young man asked his companions.

The other two, however, remained silent, their expressions grave.

“The forty-sixth year of the Tiger Might Emperor of Great Yin, the Myriad Sword Manor’s Sword Distribution Conference,” a woman replied, her voice hoarse.

“In other words, the first year of the Wandering Light era, the beginning of the Mythic Era,” the middle-aged man added, fear evident in his tone.

Hearing this, the excited young man froze.

“We… have become part of this history.” Fear filled his eyes. They never expected to arrive in this era.

“Boss, can we get out of here?” the young man asked, now frightened.

The man referred to as ‘Boss’ sighed. “Guo Chen, do you think this is a game? Can you really be sure our arrival is an accident? No, it’s part of history, Their decision.”

“Wait, at this time, Wandering Light is just an ordinary martial artist. If I end Him now, before He discovers the Ascension Ritual, then the future Twelve Temporal Cycles and Their existence would vanish entirely.” The woman’s voice carried a note of determination.

The middle-aged man shook his head. “Nie Meng, what do you think we are? We are part of this history now. Whatever you do will only advance history. If we could really change history, why haven’t any of the seniors who traveled to various historical periods to prevent disasters succeeded?”

“If we don’t try, why did we come to this period of history? Just to witness the birth of Wandering Light, the First Sequence, and then watch the entire world fall into the disaster of the Twelve Temporal Cycles’ endless rotation?” Nie Meng’s tone was firm. Since they were here, even if they failed, they had to try to stop the beginning of the Mythic Era and end the terrifying rule of the Twelve Temporal Immortals.

The Twelve Temporal Cycles represented the twelve Immortals in the sky, who achieved supreme status through the Ascension Ritual, manifesting their immense power as a temporal loop world.

Every hundred and twenty years, a great horror randomly emerged. This had continued for thirty thousand years without end, and no one could escape the rule of the Twelve Temporal Immortals.

“Right, we know many secrets of this era, even the process of Wandering Light’s ascension to Immortality and the very start of the Mythic Era. We have the ability to stop it.”

“In this era, the strongest are only Innate Warriors. Both Nie Meng and I are Innate Warriors, and Boss, you are a Grandmaster Martial Artist beyond the Innate level. Even the three strongest people of this time couldn’t withstand a single palm strike from you, let alone the still-developing Wandering Light.”

“As long as He hasn’t yet become Wandering Light, if we destroy the Immortal’s ritual, then the Mythic Era will never come to be.”

Guo Chen spoke passionately, growing more confident as he went on.

These three came from thirty thousand years in the future. The middle-aged leader was named Zhan Xue, a member of the Temporal Response Bureau. The three of them had voluntarily entered the great horror formed by the rotation of the Twelve Temporal Cycles and were sent into the past by the Immortals.

These histories were all in the past. If they could change history, they might be able to end various disasters.

Zhan Xue was swayed by their words. In the era before the Mythic Era, the strongest were only Innate Warriors. In their time, thirty thousand years later, nearly every adult had that level of strength.

With a bit of effort, anyone could become a Grandmaster Martial Artist beyond the Innate level. This was a gift from their era, nourishment provided by the Temporal Immortals.

“No, have you considered that we ourselves are part of history? Our actions might very well be what prompts Wandering Light to ascend and become an Immortal?”

Although tempted, Zhan Xue rationally refused.

It was the Immortals who sent them to this period of history. This suggested that no matter how hard they tried, it would be in vain, or perhaps they were simply one part of the process.

“The Immortals fixed the past as history, using disasters to send future people into the past, allowing Them to continuously absorb power through time and grow stronger. We simply cannot change history. Every attempt to alter it only strengthens the Immortals’ power.”

“But there’s only one history. Why not take a gamble? If we win, all disasters will end. If we lose, we just die.” Guo Chen opposed.

Thus, the trio split into two differing opinions.

The two team members decided to change history, while the team leader opposed.

Zhan Xue opened his mouth to rebut but found he couldn’t speak.

“It was Wandering Light who sent us here. This is His scheme.” Finally, Zhan Xue said helplessly.

“The Temporal Response Bureau was founded by Wandering Light after He entered a vessel from the Temporal Cycles. Even if it is a scheme, it’s our chance. If we don’t seize it, what’s the point of anything? To serve as tools and nourishment for the Temporal Immortals to grow stronger?” Nie Meng retorted.

This left Zhan Xue speechless. Indeed, from the very beginning, they had been enveloped in the Immortals’ calculations.

After a long silence, he finally hardened his heart. “The future people sent by the last Temporal Cycle disaster have already solidified into history, becoming part of the Immortals’ power. This time, it’s only the three of us. Trying to prevent Wandering Light’s birth will likely cost us our lives.”

“If we don’t go and instead find a place to hide, we could live like emperors until our natural deaths.”

“Let’s vote now. The first option or the second? Majority rules.”