bookrandom Chapter 211 History's Many Faces, Sung in a Long Song
Chapter 211 History's Many Faces, Sung in a Long Song
Above the sky, a series of wondrous scenes unfolded, outlining the contours of ancient legends, attracting the attention of all and stirring their hearts.
Pangu separated heaven and earth, a magnificent and awe-inspiring event, his power capable of uprooting mountains and rivers, and splitting chaos with his axe.
Nuwa created humans with gentleness and holiness. She molded them from yellow clay, giving them life. Her blurry figure exudes endless love and tenderness, moving people deeply.
The crowd, witnessing this extraordinary sight, reacted with varying expressions and were deeply moved.
Some stared in disbelief, their faces filled with astonishment, as if they had witnessed the secret of the beginning of time; others clasped their hands together, their eyes gleaming with fervent worship, muttering to themselves as if praying to ancient gods; still others were moved to tears, overwhelmed with emotion.
"Could it be that the great god Pangu truly used his supreme divine power to create this vast world, and then transformed into all things, becoming mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon?" a person asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with both awe and inquiry.
"Goddess Nuwa, could she really exist? Did she actually create humans?" The other person clenched his fists, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
This legend was simply too unbelievable for him.
"If myths are all true, then wouldn't everything in the world have its own spirit and its own origin?" someone pondered, head bowed.
"Look, the sky has changed again!" someone exclaimed.
Suddenly, the scene above the sky changed again, with wind and clouds rising and colors becoming vibrant.
In the sky, a dragon's shadow surged and roamed deep within the sea of clouds, its graceful form awe-inspiring and its power resounding throughout the land.
The phoenix perches high on a branch, its wings radiant, like a blazing fire illuminating the sky.
Although they appear together, they seem to occupy their own territory, each with an imposing presence.
Between the dragon and phoenix, a qilin slowly enters the scene. It comes leisurely from afar, its steps steady, each step seemingly treading on the veins of heaven and earth.
Upon reaching the center, the Qilin raised its head and roared to the sky, its voice shaking the heavens.
It seemed as if all beasts and spirits heard the call; fish leaped from the sea, birds paid homage to the phoenix, and all creatures competed freely under the frosty sky.
Everyone who witnessed this extraordinary sight was deeply moved, as if the entire world was surrounded and guided by this ancient legend.
However, amidst this grandeur, a discordant atmosphere subtly emerges, arousing suspicion.
Some astute individuals noticed this subtle change and asked with puzzlement, "Why are the dragon and phoenix facing each other, seemingly not at peace? Could it be...?"
Before the words were even finished, the shadows of the dragon, phoenix, and qilin had already clashed.
The dragon's shadow surged, its claws and teeth sharp, leading countless scaled creatures into battle;
Phoenix Shadow spread its wings and soared high, flames roaring, leading the flock of clawed birds in a valiant resistance;
The Qilin roared repeatedly, as the master of beasts, vying with the dragon and phoenix.
The three races were locked in a great war, and the sky above them changed color, with the sky, land, and sea all becoming battlefields for their conflict.
Although the battle was fought by illusions, the aura and pressure they exuded were enough to terrify and panic countless people, causing them to flee elsewhere.
"Good heavens, what does this mean? Why are the mythical beasts fighting each other so endlessly?" someone asked in alarm.
And this breathtaking scene in the sky was far from over.
After the great war between the three races, countless human figures reappeared. They were tall and imposing, and every move they made caused a whirlwind to sweep across the sky and change the color of the earth.
The overwhelming sense of oppression left no doubt to everyone that if these figures were not illusions but real beings, then the entire world would be shattered by their immense power and reduced to ruins!
The battle was so thrilling, and the methods employed by those figures were endless and dazzling. Although people couldn't understand why they were fighting, they still watched with great interest.
Just then, a pillar suddenly collapsed, and the heavens and earth seemed to lose their support, teetering on the verge of collapse.
A resilient figure went against the current, picked up a huge rock with both hands, and struggled to mend the broken sky.
This scene finally made everyone understand that what was unfolding on the sky was actually the ancient legend of "Nuwa Mending the Sky"!
Everyone was awestruck by the spectacular sight in the sky. At that moment, they felt as if they were experiencing the ancient legend firsthand, and they were filled with excitement.
As it watched the scenes of conflict unfold, a longing shone in Aurora Fox's eyes.
Legend has it that after Pangu died, chaos was first quelled, and the primordial world began. Later came the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the conflict between Tao and Demon, and the Great War between Witch and Demon.
Thinking back to ancient times, what a glorious era of great strife it must have been!
Upon seeing this, the emperor was deeply shocked.
There seems to be no such record in the legends of the Great Xia Dynasty, and he had never heard of dragons, phoenixes, and qilin fighting to the death.
Even now, after watching it, he is still completely confused, not knowing why the battle started, only instinctively feeling that something is wrong, and there is probably something else going on.
The emperor was completely bewildered, but then he suddenly remembered Chu Lengyu's words lamenting that this world's history was incomplete and its foundation shallow.
Is it because of these incomplete things?
And the underworld, the heavenly court... Could all those things she mentioned in her diary be related to this lost legend?
He turned to look at his ministers beside him, seeking an answer, only to find that they too were deeply shocked and unable to extricate themselves.
So the emperor could only silently withdraw his gaze and continue to stare at the magnificent historical panorama on the sky.
There seem to be more legends after that, but the evolution of the sky curtain ended abruptly after Nuwa mended the sky.
What unfolds next is a glorious and splendid chapter in the history of the human race.
Above the sky, the first thing that catches the eye is the scene of Suirenshi making fire.
In that ancient, primordial era, the night was as dark as ink, and all things were silent.
In Suirenshi's hands, a tiny flame leaped out of the darkness, like the dawn of life, instantly illuminating the surroundings.
Though the flame was small, it contained boundless power. It not only warmed people's bodies and minds, but also illuminated the path of humankind's progress, becoming an inextinguishable beacon in the long river of history.
Immediately afterwards, the scene shifted, and the magnificent scene of the Battle of Yanhuang was displayed before everyone's eyes.
The Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor led their respective tribes in a fierce battle across the vast land.
The war drums thundered, the banners fluttered, and the soldiers on both sides fought bravely, their blood staining the battlefield.
Ultimately, China was unified.
Then, scenes of Fuxi creating the Eight Trigrams and Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs appeared on the sky.
These stories of humanity flowed slowly across the sky, and countless people looked up in silence.
Compared to the enormous figures that had appeared before, the human race seemed so small and weak.
However, the wisdom and courage of the human race are no less than theirs.
Everyone seemed to wake up from a dream, but they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.
They looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement and pride. Some sighed softly, some cheered loudly, and some were moved to tears.
In the darkness, someone once walked alone and lit a sliver of light.
Surrounded by enemies, some have stood up to defend their race.
A grain of rice, a piece of linen, a medicinal herb... these are all gifts left behind by our ancestors after their arduous exploration.
History, in its many forms, deserves a long and splendid ode.