My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 499 - 485: The Unpredictability of History

Chapter 499: Chapter 485: The Unpredictability of History

13th Century Yuan Dynasty.

At a glance, this terrifying number.

Compared to Celestial Venerable Wen Ce’s watery rule over four Cosmic Eras, it’s a world of difference.

Chen Weizhu recited that segment of history,

"Era of the Beginning, the Great Ancestor emerged..."

The records describe a monstrous strongman who dominated that Barbaric Universe Period.

He grasped the rule of yuan longevity, the foremost life rule in the cosmos of the time, mysterious and unimaginable in power. He spent merely four hundred million years to govern the entire Cosmic Era and ushered in a prosperous era!

Subsequently, he entered the next era, continuously dominating, living through seven cosmic eras until finally dying of old age.

He constantly altered the cosmic rules, changing the heavens and earth, consistently modifying the cosmic order, perfecting the world’s environment, with the dynasty continually leading at the forefront of civilization.

"Seven cosmoses, seven lifetimes, this person is truly ruthless!"

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce was startled,

thinking to himself that living for forty was already lonely and tiresome, while the other had lived for so long.

The vast river of history, prehistoric history unfolds before his eyes, causing him to marvel.

However, he also calculated the other’s age, having died in the seventh era, which is also the number of times he died naturally; he realized he wouldn’t live longer than him, perhaps even shorter.

Because the other researched various ways to prolong life, decay, yet ultimately died of old age.

"Seven Epoch Years, historically known as the Pre-Yuan Dynasty."

Sunshine spilled outside the window, Chen Weizhu kept reciting, his voice crisp and charming, "After the Great Ancestor fell, the following era was the Houyuan Dynasty era, the Great Ancestor’s descendants began to rule, yet the dynasty continued to decline."

"Over six eras, generations of Cosmic Emperors were foolish, perfidious, and their oppressive rule engendered discontent worldwide."

"Until today, the Houyuan Dynasty is nominally existent, regional lords have risen, the contemporary emperor, Emperor Hongyuan, castigates predecessors, delineating their crimes in detail in history, issuing a decree of culpability, announcing a determination to change to the world, a man of exceptional talent and strategy tried to alter the fiasco, but in vain."

"Today, there are thirty-seven countries, the Houyuan Dynasty, although the largest, no longer has the power to dominate the cosmos and unify it."

"In the age of creation, the cosmic forests are chaotic, unable to coordinate among the regional countries, each patching a section, causing chaos in creation, leading to the inability of major dynasties to grasp the fundamental logic order of a new era, not knowing the new era, they are only now groping about."

...

No wonder it cooled!

Initially shocked by the other’s strength, but as the reading progressed, found that the other was already in the twilight.

Just a vast elder near the end.

"Truly outrageous." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"They created the world, yet don’t even know what kind of universe they created!" "Everyone patches a section beneficial to oneself, yet only oneself knows its cosmic rules."

"Indeed, at this time, warlords are too numerous, chaos has reached its peak, and internal strife is severe to the extreme."

"No wonder posterity sees not even a splash."

Fu Qingjun looked at history, musing, "In today’s dynasty, a rare wise ruler appeared, wanting to change everything, yet already decayed to the bone, fearing incapability to reverse...otherwise, posterity would not be silent."

And looking at the portrait of this wise ruler, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce felt familiarity,

"I saw this person’s bones in the giant ruins of a Forest of Truth, hanged on a Tree of Truth, surrounded by tribal relics, filled with a sense of desolation...perhaps despite exceptional talent and aptitude, couldn’t fend off the great trend of decline, with the 300 billion-year history of the dynasty coming to an end."

"No wonder, posterity never sees them at all!"

Fu Qingjun and Celestial Venerable Wen Ce both felt similar sentiments in their hearts.

Is this the history of a former dynasty?

Previously curious about prehistoric times, now seeing it, it’s not all that unexpected.

Such development is within reason.

Originally revering the unknown prehistoric, now neither thinks it’s anything impressive.

Dynasties inevitably have their flourishes and declines,

Nothing can exist forever, everlasting, this is a fate no one can change,

"If this dynasty hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have emerged."

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce held onto history, as if seeing the vague, unknown history of that time, "I was the leading role of heaven and earth then, as the trend demanded, destined person, dynasty internal turmoil, and none able to become a Celestial Venerable, leading to my emergence, sweeping away the natives of the Forest of Truth, reconstructing the world’s order."

This is the trend.

The cosmic trend, known as destiny.

The cosmos is vast and boundless, generations of prodigies, geniuses are endless.

Yet regardless of your stunning talent, unrivaled in the universe, without the trend on your side, if born in a peaceful era, ultimately you’re nothing but a skeletal remains.

Only the trend creates heroes, the chaos brings destiny.

"Timing, geography, and unity, thus reveals the secret of this cosmic dead object."

"Tragic, lamentable."

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce sighed, looking at history, put down the cheap new mentor of this era and the once-admired woman, gazing out the distant window, his heart cold,

"Though I’ve shocked this century’s era, defeated the Venerable of Creation, including those of yuan longevity, immortality, and other celestial venerables of the world have signed vows of alliance with me, having mastered 90% of the universe’s rules, above and below, I alone am god, the true ruler of the universe, in middle age, seeing this twilight scene, can’t help but feel the sorrow akin to mourning a fellow creature."

He couldn’t help but be touched.

Fu Qingjun also bowed his head, savoring the meal, drinking tea indifferently, looking at the two obedient apprentices, yet also mused, "Though I’ve ambushed 70% of the cosmic era’s rules, the world belongs to me, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce is almost handled by me, I am already the true ruler of the universe, in prime, after calculating the age minutely, it is only ten thousand years, yet feel this twilight end is my future self."

Even Fu Qingjun, and Celestial Venerable Wen Ce both consider themselves still in the "prime period", the true rulers, still fear they might lose power, be left behind by the era, someday be overthrown by heroes of the future.

"Uncomfortable."

"Very uncomfortable."

The universe’s first and second magnates, neither knowing each other’s real identity, yet in the room they sighed with similiar thoughts,

"Although I compare to the Great Ancestor of their dynasty, founding a Prosperous Dynasty, yet lament my future downfall, if meeting this Great Ancestor, might sit down, converse happily as equals."

Among the three, only the truly young and naive Chen Weizhu, without understanding why, looks at the two suddenly inwardly Versailles sullen faces, scratching his head, unaware of what transpired.

She has no idea that before her are the cosmos’s two most decayed, eternal magnate giants, hiding their identities and appearing here.

"Hmm, it’s a great dynasty, I feel very desolate too."

Chen Weizhu mumbled, imitating the posture of the two, lamenting the volatility of history.