Chapter Sixty-Two: All Mountains and Rivers Are Rectangular
s!Because this level of grimoire is a true demon artifact, permeating the ancient river of history, everything serves the continuation of the legacy.But any demon who goes against it shall surely die,...Latest URL:
The San Xing Palace truly lives up to its reputation as the holy land of Legalism, a great sect that dares to set rules for heaven, earth, and people. Wu Bing is also worthy of being the master of Ju Di Palace. For countless years, he has been in charge of all matters concerning major desolate lands..."The mountains and rivers of the world are all governed by rules."
These eight realms of existence limit the power of the great, and the coffin of laws and punishments incarcerates criminals in time. This truly demonstrates the supreme power of the Legalist school in suppressing all evil.
He didn't even use any of his celestial treasures. He used only his own power to seal, banish, and execute Meng Tianhai into the depths of time.
“Is it over” Whispers filled the Zhenyuan Fire Realm.
But above the Blood River, the sect masters remained silent.
The river of time flows, with ripples of hardship within it.
"Ah... that's refreshing."
A voice echoed from within that rotting coffin.
The coffin of criminal law, capable of traversing the vast river of time, burst open with a deafening roar.
Meng Tianhai's blood-stained Dao body sat up from within.
Throughout history, he has endured almost every form of punishment. Every evil deed he committed in his lifetime has also been judged.
He is still alive.
The law, at its limit in this moment, could not reach his limits and was unable to destroy him.
He sat within the decaying coffin, at first with a feeling akin to waking from sleep, mumbling, "But this pain pales in comparison to what I've endured..."
His tone was much clearer: “The lifespan of an ordinary person is 129 years and six months, of course, many people don't live to their full lifespan. As the saying goes, 'Seventy years old is rare in ancient times,' seventy years old, it's considered a venerable age!”
Breaking out of his coffin, he remained bound within its confines, accepting his fate while turning to Wu Bingyi and saying: "Do you know When I founded the Blood River Sect, I was already a thousand years old. That means I'm now five-and-a-half millennia old."
>
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
“So you've lived long enough” Si Yu'an struck with his sword, cutting him off mid-sentiment.
The Eight Gates realm is now closed, Kunwu Sword's sharpness no longer restrained. Of course, Si Yu'an couldn't bear it for even a breath.
Meng Tianhai smashed the Kunwu Sword with a punch, frowning and saying, "You're too noisy!"
That punch force imbued within the Kunwu Sword, his own body spun open countless rules of turbulence. Constantly charging forward, it pushed Si Yu'an far away.
And he continued to speak to Wu Bing, "One hundred and twenty-nine years versus five thousand five hundred years, the gap in lifespan between them is greater than that between a mayfly and a human, much greater. Do you think I should care about those people The pinnacle of cultivation is one step at a time, each level a heaven. Would you constantly look back"
“We all walk from the foot of the mountain to the top, we all have our weak moments.” Wu Bing has said.
Meng Tianhai let out a long sigh: “You talk about old sayings… You’ve only lived for so long, and you are already so rigid. I see things more clearly than you. The way is good, but it protects only trash! It shouldn't be used like this by you. The mountain is so high, the path so long, those who can't climb will never be able to.”
Wu Bing had a blank expression: "The FaJia doesn't seek favoritism, but seeks stability and fairness."
"Blind fairness is injustice to the strong! If I had died when I was weak, I would have no complaints. That's how the world works, the capable rise, the incompetent fall, and only the living can write history. Many times law is nothing but a cover-up. But why bother covering up" Meng Tianhai looked at him: "I have a different view of law. It should be a tool, not a principle."
Wu Bing had already said: "It is a tool for realizing axioms."
Meng Tianhai shook his head. "No, it's a tool for maintaining rule and integrating resources. While the humanitarian tide is indeed built from drops of human spirit, some people will always just be a drop of water, while others lead the tide."
"I presume you're the latter then" Chen Pu spoke at this moment.
As he spoke, the ceremonial pyre ignited once more. The blazing white flames crawled up Meng Tianhai's body again.
Meng Tianhai no longer bothered with the burning ceremony. With a single palm strike, he extinguished the bonfire: "I am the riverbank, changing the course of the flood!"
Given his demonstrated capabilities, putting out the Festival of Great Offerings' fire would be nothing.
But his action now is too easy...
This was the sacrificial fire that had almost consumed his body before! Now, it's extinguished like a tiny ember.
After being tempered by the eight realms of law, he seemed... even more powerful.
For so many years, he has walked among people in different identities and combat systems, never showing his full power.
> His limits are unknown, even to himself.
In the confrontation with the strong, he is gradually regaining his power that was hidden for fifty thousand years. Wu Bing's execution of him in time actually made him constantly recall and clearly remember the past!
Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!
"You are a turtle!"
Si Yu'an spoke simply, and his sword was equally straightforward. Having broken through the Jie Fist, he once again raised his sword and approached, suddenly striking with a blade aimed at the heavenly spirit.
This sword opens the heavens!
The sharpness of sword energy, cutting through perception.
Both the vault of heaven and the skull are opened.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
This sword is not the only one, Song Bodhi hid his blade within it.
The sword light conceals the blade light, just as a single snowflake hides within the plum blossom.
Meng Tianhai, as if unfazed, merely muttered, "I feel like I'm playing the lute to a cow. You don't understand, and you're not willing to understand."
"It's a pity. The great world I created, I was willing to let you follow…"
He had a kind of lonely, unacknowledged feeling, like an old man who couldn't find companionship. He sighed, "I really don't want to leave here. You know It's been a long time since anyone has inflicted pain on me."
"I have almost forgotten..."
"This, this feeling. It makes me feel like I'm, still alive."
>
He speaks slowly, but his actions are neat and efficient.
This is a sample text.
Suddenly, he sprang up from the decaying coffin, smashing his fist against the sword edge and pushing against the Kunwu Sword, aiming to strike Song Bodhi's blade!
Swords clashed, cries of anguish echoing through the air.
At this moment, Meng Tianhai unleashed unprecedented power, making even the cave heaven treasure difficult to withstand.
With one punch, he faced the swords and knives, pushing back 司玉安 and 宋菩提 relentlessly.
Suddenly ascend to the heavens!
He punched like he was striking iron, one fist after another landing on Kunwu. Si Yu'an didn't budge, and Song Bodhi couldn't even step back!
The sparks from the fist slammed onto the blade, clinging to it tightly and bringing an endless wave of heat, illuminating everything in fiery red.
He even tried to recast Kunwu during the battle!
>
At this very moment, Wu Bing had already taken a step forward, pointing with one finger and commanding, “Turn around!”
Meng Tianhai turned his head sharply!
>
Upon turning back, the immense phantoms of all heavenly gods and Buddhas simultaneously overlooked Wu Bing.
He turned back, striking a more resolute punch than when he fought Si Yu'an.
Heaven and earth are reversed, yin and yang are disordered.
His fist, forged through the ages, smashed into Wu Bingyi's finger with unstoppable force. It crushed his finger, shattered his Dao, and continued onward, pulverizing the entire right arm of this ruler of the Palace of Metrics into nothingness!
The Eight Gates Dharma Realm and the Coffin of Criminal Law did indeed cause trouble for Meng Tianhai, allowing a stronger Meng Tianhai to see the present-day legal school's intricacies more clearly.
"If the law enforcement is powerless, then the law is just empty words!"
Meng Tianhai's fist struck out, unleashing the Eternal Tribulation. With a grinding technique, he proclaimed, "Do you dare tell me to turn back How can you be so foolish Your mind is rigid with laws, nothing but dogma!"
He rushed after them, his form swelling like a mountain. His fists pounded the very fabric of space and time, throwing its rules into chaos. Wu Bing had nowhere left to run.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
"I was eager to see your true power, but now, I have no interest! You needn't show any more!"
His surroundings became a blur, at this moment he shed the focus of everyone, and concentrated on that figure adorned in high crown and broad sash.
Among the masters, he brazenly wanted to kill Wu Bing first!
>
Having reached the pinnacle of his lifespan, after ten thousand years, he seized the cycle of life and death as his tribulation, suppressing time and space, preventing Wu Bing from escaping. He then punched through the heavens!
This is a critical moment.
Wu Bing was already like a dead man, and in the blink of an eye he was freed from the predicament.
Meng Tianhai, who has continuously recovered his strength, has reached such a powerful level. If he were to wield the Chizhou Ding again, his combat power would be almost unimaginable.
But just then, the waves roared and thunder boomed through the heavens.
The entire Rootless World is in upheaval!
That which involves great authority is easier to grasp, touching every existence capable of perceiving the rules.
But whether it was Wu Bingyi, who bravely faced the danger, or Si Yu'an and Song Bodhi, who returned to the fray, they all appeared too calm.
Chen Pu's voice rang out, echoing through the calamity-stricken sky, like a bell awakening the world: "It's over!"
These three characters, as if they represent the end itself.
The bell tolls, the game is over.
This is a placeholder text. You can replace it with your own text.
In the seemingly endless pursuit, Meng Tianhai suddenly turned back. He saw——
The vast clouds in the sky have dispersed, and the endless dreams on the river have also dissipated.
Only a giant lotus, covered by countless characters, flew out of the blood river and fell into the sea of learning.
Under the veil of Yunmengzhou's Cloud Mountain Dream Sea, under the cover of several Grand Masters fighting to the death, and while Meng Tianhai was being laid to rest in the Coffin of Penal Law... Xuehai had already completed his plunder of Blood Lotus!
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
That was Meng Tianhai's transcendence dream!
It was his great ideal of opening up the universe for 54,000 years!
From this day forward, he is no longer surnamed Meng.
He should have been terrified, he should have been in pain, he should have been furious.
But on his face, there was an extraordinarily strange expression. Beneath the twisted features, was a... joy that could not be hidden.
All within the True Origin Fire Realm, can only await their fate.
Ji Li was still under the watchful eye of Xue Tanhua, his abacus clicking incessantly. That long scroll, already folded like a mountain range, would stretch for thousands of miles if unfurled.
She was completely possessed, calculating day and night, oblivious to everything. If Chen Pu hadn't intervened earlier to replenish her divine consciousness, and if there hadn't been that pine tree providing shade, she would have long since exhausted herself and died.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
But in this moment of touching upon "the world's number one game," her harvest was also immense.
Perhaps it was a twist of fate, perhaps a coincidence. At a certain moment, she suddenly calculated a milestone result, penetrating the true meaning of Yin-Yang Saint. She abruptly threw down the pen in her hand, set aside the long scroll before her, and dashed out of the True Source Fire Realm, shouting at the top of her lungs: "No!"
In Dou Zhao's bewilderment, she even roared, "Forbidden Lotus!"
But it was too late.
"Hehehe..."
Meng Tianhai smiled.
“Aha哈哈哈！！！”
He laughed loudly.
He laughed until his shoulders bent towards the sky, laughing so hard he had to cover his face with his hands.
Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!
His voice, coming from between the cracks: "I want to thank you... for helping me unravel the Heavenly Cycle."
"Unravel... the Heavenly Mandate" Dou Zhao's voice was filled with doubt within the sea of subconsciousness.
Jiang Wang was silent.
Heavy Xuan obeyed the silence.
“Xiao Zun, aren’t you Zhàn Wú” Dou Zhao asked boldly.
Zhong Xuan chuckled, following the flow of qi: "The Five De World and the Heavenly Deduction Formation, aren't those all your experiences Now it's your turn to ask me"
“Aren’t you the one who slays illusions” Jiang Wang said softly.
Zhong Xuan followed the highest aristocratic etiquette. With a light smile, he gently waved his sleeve, severing the unconscious sea.
Chen Pu, who had mastered the ocean of knowledge and plundered the Blood Lotus, now looked at his apprentice with a mixture of questioning and encouragement in his eyes.
Jì Lǐ murmured: “In the Tiān Yǎn Jù, I saw Mèng Tiān Hǎi… The Xuē Lián Sacred Realm is a shackle bestowed upon him by the Zhū Shèng. It’s not a grand world he can control. He can be an opener, but as a prisoner—he is a person imprisoned by the Zhū Shèng!”
“Little one, you're doing well. With your cultivation, to be able to calculate this far, it truly amazes me.” Meng Tianhai put down his hand that was covering his face and looked at Ji Li with approval: “If you had discovered this a moment earlier, I wouldn't have been able to succeed.”
Chen Pu rolled up his sleeve and enveloped Ji Li in the heart of the ocean of learning, protecting her with this treasure of Confucianism. Jiang Wang and the other two also appeared here at the same time.
The giant blood lotus, covered in densely packed words, was right before them.
Looking up, it resembles a mountain.
>
Jiang Wang could clearly see that the words in the sea of learning were constantly replacing the subtle parts of a lotus. Now, it was just like a blossoming lotus of culture, looking horizontally as a poem and vertically as an article.
A faint red glow emanates from within the lotus, yet it is constantly being buried by text.
Light and shadow converged on the lotus, all the worlds of lotus seeds withered. The truly great world was being forged, but it had nothing to do with Meng Tianhai anymore.
>
An endless stream of literary spirit surrounds that other world, evolving into various picturesque scenes. Sometimes it's emerald bamboo, sometimes towering pine trees, sometimes the bright moon, or sometimes a mighty river.
The entire ocean of learning is now calm, the power passed down through several eras continuing to "purify" this world before it takes shape.
Here's the translation:
Meng Tianhai just calmly watched all this.
"Are you being paranoid" He smiled at Chen Pu. "How could I possibly kill her She's so young, so pitiful, and so intelligent."
At this time, he wasn't displaying that wild and cruel look anymore.
Years of careful planning have finally come to fruition. He felt a sense of relief and calmness, with a hint of "laughing off past grievances" magnanimity.
“Si Yu'an is right! 50,400 years, even a pig could cultivate to the peak. What about me, Meng Tianhai!” He looked at Si Yu'an, his eyes not showing any hostility: “I indeed shouldn't have taken 50,400 years.”
He seemed to be earnestly explaining to Si Yu'an: "This arduous journey of five thousand four hundred years is a result of my being burdened by the myriad saints!"
The Blood Lotus Sacred Realm has been captured. Si Yu'an didn't directly attack, but instead tapped his sword and glanced at him, saying: "During your active time, the era of the Holy Ones had already ended. How did those who have transformed themselves tire you out"
>
“Where shall I begin” Meng Tianhai was in the mood for a chat now. “I won’t recount what happened before the calamity came. Mr. Chen Pu has already investigated everything that can be said through the river of time. Let me tell you about what happened after the calamity!”
Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!
He looked at the blood lotus, which had been subdued by the ocean of knowledge, and spread his hands: "There's no need to mince words. I'm not a great character, nor do I possess great qualities. Words like sacrifice and dedication have nothing to do with me. When I came to stir up trouble, my purpose was very pure—I simply had my eye on the treasures of the Holy Ones."
> Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!
Upon mentioning 'the sages', a slight change came over his expression.
"This bunch of old geezers... if it comes to scheming, they're the best. " Meng Tianhai shook his head, a wry smile on his face as he gritted his teeth with hatred: "You have your eye on their inheritance, and they have their eyes on your life!"
There are still four hours left, and August will end.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! so-called council was actually a gathering of various factions, each wielding their own power, to carve up the authority over the Illusory Realm of Taixu. Ying Jianghong had already set a threshold,...