Firefly Journey

Chapter 319 After the Storm, All Grasses Turn Green (11)

Lin Yuanran closed the book and looked at Feng Ling. Feng Ling was also looking at him, or rather, her gaze had never left him while he was reading the booklet.

No one could have imagined that the God of Light and the Goddess of Darkness had such a relationship.

According to ancient records, they were all ancestral gods, like-minded partners, and comrades-in-arms fighting side by side, but there was absolutely no other relationship between them.

However, the contents of this diary are deeply moving and very convincing.

"I didn't expect that the God of Light would be playing the nurturing game..." Lin Yuanran thought to himself.

“We think we’ve seen something incredible,” Wind Chime said.

"Perhaps," Lin Yuanran said, "but who can guarantee that the records here are true?"

The book was written in the style of a diary and in Chinese characters, so Lin Yuanran naturally assumed that it was something left behind by a senior.

The fact that someone could write the stories between the ancestral gods as a diary at least indicates that the narrator lived in the same period as them, or even hid among them.

Lin Yuanran's mind raced, but he ultimately rejected the idea.

Based on the narrative perspective of the diary entries, the God of Light and the Goddess of Darkness could not have been the authors.

The other ancestral gods... are also unlikely, so this author may never have appeared publicly before the world.

Lin Yuanran had a hypothesis: "The ancient god ruins we visited back then seem like they were arranged by someone. This time, we're here under our teacher's guidance. Do you think this place could also be..."

“Very likely.” Wind Chime affirmed his idea. “They really want us to decipher the secret… Oh well, since you understand these languages, take a look at each book and see if you can find any clues.”

Lin Yuanran glanced at the rows of bookshelves, a helpless look in his eyes: "Are you serious? It'll probably take a year or two to finish reading them."

“It’s a clumsy way, but it’s the only way. I’ll help you,” Wind Chime said.

Looking into her stunning emerald green eyes, Lin Yuanran couldn't bring himself to refuse. Besides, as she said, this was the only way at the moment. So he nodded, put down the diary, and went to find other books.

As Lin Yuanran wandered among the bookshelves, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he thought of a question.

If I were a native of Chu, would I be able to recognize the Chinese characters here?

It shouldn't be possible...

Even though they are all pictographs, it is simply a pipe dream to make someone with no background in Chinese characters understand them. It would take decades of research to succeed.

Combined with what the teacher said earlier, that we must uncover the secret ourselves...

Could it be that he already knew his origins and that these books were products of another world, which is why...

Impossible, the teacher wouldn't know my secret, so there must be another explanation.

The person behind his time travel found Cassius and reached some kind of agreement with him.

But with so many books, where do I even begin?

The diary's author's narrative style suggests a travelogue, making the entire diary resemble a travelogue.

In one's original world, who could easily break through the spatial constraints and arrive in another world?

Could it be that... those myths are true?

Lin Yuanran suddenly realized that, combined with the "Tao Te Ching" he had just seen, everything seemed to have a vague explanation.

As if he had thought of something, he wandered around the bookshelves, skimming through the pages, and found several mysterious and profound books.

These books looked fake at first glance, but Lin Yuanran, who was in the ancient continent and had witnessed magic and dragons, believed them to be real.

Baopuzi, Yintianjue, Sanqian Leifa...

These books, which looked like cultivation techniques, were, in Lin Yuanran's eyes, the key to uncovering the secrets of the basement.

"Have you made any progress?" Fengling asked, seeing him suddenly take action.

"Well, but I'm not entirely sure, so I need to verify."

"Okay, let's do it together."

……

……

Late at night, the sound of rapid hoofbeats could be heard outside Henry I's tent.

A messenger officer dared not enter the tent, but knelt outside, his shadow cast by the firelight.

"It's terrible, Your Majesty! We've been ambushed!"

During certain periods, Henry I was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise could wake him.

"Tell me more."

The messenger knelt, his voice trembling, and said, "Five minutes ago, the Chu army in the city launched a sudden attack and is destroying the supply depot!"

Henry I emerged from his tent, a cold smile on his face: "As expected, they knew our supply lines were too long, so they took the initiative to attack from here, little did they know, they were playing right into our hands."

Where is Grand Duke Claude?

"The Grand Duke is currently organizing a rebellion."

"Ignore him. Pass on my order to send the Black Sword Legion east to block their retreat. I want to see if those arrogant Chu people can make it back alive."

"Yes!" The messenger rode off on horseback.

"It's not that simple."

A figure suddenly appeared behind Henry I, hovering in mid-air.

"Divine messenger, what do you mean?"

"The prelude to the Chu people's counterattack—no, their counterattack has already begun."

Henry I laughed heartily: "Perfect timing! I was just wondering how to finish this quickly, and now it's delivered right to my doorstep."

"Be careful in everything." The divine messenger's voice was low and sinister. "The extraordinary power of the Battle Arena will no longer be hidden. It is at your disposal. You must take this opportunity to take over Chu Capital."

"Yes...it's just that Chu Kingdom's Sword Saint..."

"You don't need to worry about it. He has people to deal with him. If all else fails, I will take action myself."

"it is good!"

With a whoosh, the black-robed envoy vanished, while Henry I, full of confidence, looked toward Danyang.

"In three days at most, you will be mine!"

Like a cunning rabbit with multiple burrows, the Allied forces naturally wouldn't keep all their supplies in one place.

The Chu army attacked only one part of the battlefield. In the chaotic moonlit battlefield, the Chu army gained the upper hand, and the imperial soldiers suffered repeated defeats.

However, as Claude realized what was happening, he immediately organized his men to resist. The Imperial Army lived up to its reputation, transforming itself from a scattered force into a cohesive unit in less than ten minutes. Gradually, the Chu army was defeated and forced to retreat.

The place they came from was already packed with a dense crowd.

The Black Sword Legion, the Imperial Army's elite force, was tasked with cutting off the Chu army's retreat, with the intention of annihilating them in one fell swoop.

The commander of the Black Sword Legion looked at the remnants of the Chu army who were retreating in this direction with disdain and sneered, "You guys are not going home today."

Seeing that their retreat was blocked, the Chu people showed no sign of panic. The Chu general said, "Is that so? Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"Like a turtle in a jar, it can only rely on its words."

“I’m serious, look behind you.”

The Black Sword Corps Commander turned his head away.

He didn't turn around just because he heard what the Chu general said; he genuinely sensed danger!

Boom!

One massive explosion after another rang out, and the inky sky was instantly illuminated as bright as day. He saw what was flying towards him, and everyone else saw it too.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Hundreds of explosions resounded within the Black Sword Legion, the powerful shockwaves knocking them to the ground. Metal fragments from the explosions were etched into the bodies of the Imperial soldiers, rendering their enchanted armor useless and utterly unable to withstand such blasts.

what happened? !

The Black Sword Corps Commander had no time to think, because he too had become a victim.

One by one, the soldiers of the Black Sword Legion fell, and unnoticed underground, the aura of the dead seeped in, used to hold a grand ceremony.