My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 157 - 16: The Supreme Ones Who Can Retract a Move, Langya Province Government

Chapter 157: Chapter 16: The Supreme Ones Who Can Retract a Move, Langya Province Government

Above the Years.

Three Daoists stood side by side: one, an old Daoist, immaculate and pure; one, a blind, middle-aged Daoist; and one, a lame, young Daoist.

They were playing a game.

All living beings were the pieces, the Years were the squares, and Heaven and Earth was the board.

"Are you two hiding something from me?" ’Something feels wrong,’ Supreme thought.

Primordial and Spirit Treasure exchanged a look before vigorously shaking their heads and waving their hands in denial.

"The Three Pristine Ones are one body. What would we have to hide from ourselves?"

"Is that so?" Supreme was skeptical.

"Of course!" Primordial said, his expression serene.

"What else could it be!" Spirit Treasure insisted fervently.

Supreme was conflicted for a moment, but ultimately chose to believe them and placed his next piece.

As he did, he spoke calmly to the majestic figures in the void:

"In the time it takes to place one piece, you have undone your moves 7,800 times, toppling 7,800 periods of history to reforge the past. What’s the point? A loss is a loss, a win is a win. What meaning is there in taking back moves at will?"

The majestic figures playing against The Three Pristine Ones all chuckled.

"If we can do it, then surely you can as well, Fellow Daoists..."

Before they could finish, Supreme flipped the board.

"The past is fixed," he said coldly. "That is the fundamental principle of the world’s operation."

The majestic figures gazed at the pieces scattered across the void, fell silent for a moment, and then slowly withdrew.

As they departed, one of them called back, their voice vast and resonant:

"And yet, were you not the first ones to take back a move?"

Supreme froze, watching the retreating figures as he sank into thought.

"When have I ever taken back a move?" he muttered, glancing at the two Daoists beside him. "Was this your doing?"

"What an outrageous accusation!" Primordial flicked his sleeve, incensed.

"He’s full of shit!" Spirit Treasure swung his sword and cursed.

Sword Qi rent all things as it rushed toward the distant, majestic figures, but one of them snuffed it out.

Primordial’s face was cold as he sat cross-legged at the foundation of the void.

"Take back a move? Hmph. I would never stoop so low."

Spirit Treasure nodded in agreement and declared arrogantly:

"As if they are worthy of me taking back a move?"

Supreme considered this. It seemed to make sense. He rose gracefully and started walking back toward the Daoist Palace.

Before leaving, he turned back and said:

"You two seem to have gotten a little closer recently. That’s good. The way you used to look down on each other... what kind of behavior was that?"

After a pause, Supreme added a warning:

"And another thing. Do not learn from them. Do not take back moves at will, and do not casually tear down and rewrite history."

"Of course!"

"Definitely!"

After Supreme had departed, Spirit Treasure and Primordial shared a look of mutual understanding, let out a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from their brows.

’That was a close call.’

Righting the board that Supreme had flipped, Spirit Treasure muttered to himself:

"We didn’t rewrite the board to deal with an enemy. This isn’t taking back a move. This is... an emergency risk-aversion measure."

As he spoke, he rubbed his legs.

"Indeed," Primordial agreed with a nod. "This does not count as taking back a move."

As he spoke, he touched his cheeks.

"Right, it doesn’t count, it doesn’t count!" the two said in unison, their relationship more harmonious than ever before.

......

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The Old Celestial Master gently stroked the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword, then sat back down in the main hall.

He muttered to himself:

"The state of the world... it’s getting stranger and stranger..."

Just then, a Child knocked and entered, asking respectfully:

"Celestial Master, Master Tu asks if we should begin preparations for next spring’s sacrificial rites?"

"Yes, begin them." The Old Celestial Master returned to his senses and said calmly, "Oh, and remember to follow the words left by the Ancestral Celestial Master. The grand rite is for Supreme Profound Clarity."

"Should we use the same honorific title as before?"

"Yes, the same one as always."

With that, the Old Celestial Master solemnly recited it once more:

"All hail, the Supreme Emperor Profound Yellow!"

.......

"I’m fine now." Having left Gouxian Town, Lu Xuan smiled as he spoke into his phone. "Don’t worry, Xiaoyan."

"Then..." On the other end of the line, a girl’s cheerful voice chirped, "Then when are you coming back? Xiaolu, Xiaolu, you have to be careful! Sakata Heavy Industries must hate your guts this time!"

"I was planning to head back to East Sea City right away, or maybe go straight to the Provincial Government? It’s already August, so I don’t think I’ll have time for Taishan. The trip to Dragon Tiger Mountain will have to be postponed, too."

"No worries! School starting is just a formality, you can figure it out after!"

"That works. So where should I meet you?"

"Come straight to Langya City! I’m in Shengjing right now, but I’m about to head to Langya City!"

"Alright, wait for me."

Lu Xuan silently hung up the phone. His mind was a surging tide of doubt, constantly replaying the scenes from outside Gouxian Town.

’What was suppressed beneath the Stone Stele? What was buried there? Why did they suddenly intervene? And those figures... why did they say they shouldn’t exist in this world, at this time? And why did they tell me to be careful with my other two "accounts"?’

Something wasn’t right, Lu Xuan thought, a deeply unsettling feeling washing over him.

Yang Jian, Nezha, Zhu Wuneng, Li Changgeng...

He committed the four names to memory. The Current World’s historical records were fractured, so he wouldn’t find any information on them here. But in his dreams... that was another story.

As he was thinking, the Qing He Daoist beside him could no longer hold back and asked in a low voice:

"Lu Ancestor... Mr. Lu, what exactly happened just now?"

Lu Xuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and waved his hand.

"It cannot be spoken of."

The Qing He Daoist was taken aback for a moment, then let out a helpless laugh and a sigh.

"It’s all just so strange... But, I’d like to ask."

He leaned in, craning his neck with a face full of curiosity.

"In that hall, how did you receive the title ’Fusheng Lu Xuan’? Could it be... could it be that an Ancient Ancestor of our Jade Void..."

Lu Xuan just smiled and waved his hand again.

"It cannot be spoken of, it cannot be spoken of."

The Qing He Daoist sullenly pulled his head back.

Lu Xuan then asked with a smile:

"Qing He, are you still wondering why the title I received is the same as the one the Daoists of Dragon Tiger Mountain were chanting that day?"