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Chapter 682: The Great Daxia
Chapter 682: The Great Daxia
Time flows like water, and years pass swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, several decades have gone by.
Mang still looks like a young man, tall and handsome.
But now, he wears grand ceremonial attire, exuding a steady and mountain-like aura.
He stands on a grand altar.
This altar is entirely white, built high and majestic.
In front of Mang are nine massive bronze cauldrons.
"Today... I, Mang, proclaim to the heavens and the gods, the establishment of the Great Daxia..."
Mang’s voice booms like thunder, resonating throughout the area, ensuring that the Twelve Daxia Princes, three hundred generals, and tens of thousands of martial warriors hear him clearly.
After several decades of southern and northern campaigns, with the feudal technology tree and the spread of Primal Martial arts, the small tribe has continuously expanded into a dynasty.
And the young Mang has grown into a true emperor!
Moreover, due to his contributions in spreading technology, creating writing, and disseminating martial arts, his reputation among the human race has elevated him to the status of a "Holy Emperor."
Fang Xing is still within the True Martial Seal. His strength has slightly condensed, allowing him to faintly sense the outside world.
However, he can only "sense" and cannot move the True Martial Seal.
'But... this is a positive trend. Perhaps one day I will be able to...'
'If I keep this up, perhaps countless years from now, I can leave the True Martial Seal and be reborn?'
'Instead of relying on the host, I should rely on myself!'
'Although... they are all part of me...'
Fang Xing’s gaze shifts, and he sees the Twelve Princes standing behind Mang.
These are the most powerful Daxia martial warriors who have followed Mang through countless battles.
Surprisingly, they all exhibit some form of mutation.
Some have scaly skin, some have blood-red eyes, and some have bird-like claws...
At first glance, they look like demon clans that have reached a higher form.
"Even with Primal Martial arts suppressing the absorption of beast blood, the body still undergoes certain mutations... They are benign, but they look a bit monstrous."
During this time, Fang Xing has also had Mang collect and store various beast blood samples in the True Martial Seal for research... and he has made some progress.
"These beasts, though born from the understanding of the Panwu Path, are too weak..."
"Or perhaps... the world today is too weak to support truly powerful beings..."
"Both Panwu and I are placing our hopes on the future, it seems."
In their current state, even if they wanted to engage in a final battle, they couldn’t... Panwu can’t even be revived!
'However, these people, who have mutated from absorbing beast blood, represent twelve directions. Perhaps they can be called the "Twelve Panwu Aspects" or the "Twelve Body Mutations"? These traits can be passed down to their descendants...'
Fang Xing ponders silently as he watches Mang return to his palace, a spacious building made of earth and brick, to hold a grand feast for his ministers.
Goblets of fine bronze are filled with wine, and various roasted beast meats, fruits, and millet rice are served, creating a unique and delightful flavor.
"Today, we establish the Great Daxia, thanks to all of your efforts... I now designate the territory of Daxia as the imperial domain. The remaining lands can be claimed by the princes and generals as your own hereditary fiefs."
Mang raises his goblet, looking at those below him, and announces his decision.
The population of Daxia is still too small; even after a hundred more years, it won’t occupy much territory.
Therefore, after securing sufficient land for the Daxia people, Mang generously begins the enfeoffment.
"Thank you, Holy Emperor!"
The princes bow respectfully.
"Father!"
At this moment, an extremely valiant young man enters the hall, carrying a sabertooth tiger beast on his back: "To celebrate your ascension to emperor, I have hunted this Saber Tiger as a gift."
"This is... Prince Zhong, the third prince? Truly impressive!"
"To be able to defeat a Saber Tiger, he must have at least reached the fourth level of Primal Martial arts..."
The princes and ministers offer their praises.
Mang has nine consorts and seventy-two children.
In the tribal era, it was natural for strong men to have many spouses.
The bloodline of the strong should be passed down to ensure the tribe’s prosperity!
Prince Zhong, the third son, was born to Mang’s third consort and has been practicing martial arts since childhood, much like his father.
"Father... I also hunted a White Spirit Deer!"
Before the courtiers can react, another handsome prince enters the hall, dropping a white spirit deer.
What is most astonishing is that the deer’s smooth, jade-like skin is completely undamaged.
"It’s Prince Jing, the sixth prince!"
"The White Spirit Deer is a symbol of auspiciousness, a great omen..."
"The key is that he killed the White Spirit Deer without damaging its precious hide..."
...
"Ha-ha, you are all my good children. Take your seats."
Mang laughs heartily, feeling immensely satisfied.
Life is good; what more could one ask for?
"Ha-ha..."
In the True Martial Seal, Fang Xing watches this scene and shakes his head.
...
Time flies.
Fifty years have passed since the establishment of the Great Daxia.
Surrounding Daxia, three hundred and twelve vassal states have been established, like stars orbiting the moon.
This day.
In the Great Daxia palace.
"Charge!"
The cry of battle erupts.
Teams of soldiers in metal armor charge into the palace, belonging to two different factions.
In a single night, two princes have simultaneously rebelled!
Although the Great Daxia has been established, much of the tribal-era savagery still lingers.
Rising to power by challenging the strongest warrior of the tribe is also a tribal rule!
"Kill!"
"Kill the old bastard... His secret to immortality will be mine."
"Father, don't blame me. If you don't die, how can I ascend?"
Leading the two armies were none other than Zhong and Jing.
They easily scattered the guards and arrived at the palace of Emperor Mang, who had been in seclusion for many years, supposedly to refine his martial arts.
The two princes exchanged a glance, and instead of fighting each other, they nodded in silent understanding.
Compared to several decades ago, they now looked much older, with hair half black and half white, their vitality greatly diminished.
Rumble!
The palace gates swung open, and a young-looking Mang walked out. Seeing the scene, he felt a pang of pain: "What are you two doing?"
"Father, you forced our hand."
"Why can you alone enjoy the favor of the gods and remain young forever?"
Zhong and Jing roared: "Attack!"
Their teams, who had been hunting fierce beasts for years, were well-coordinated and powerful martial artists.
They were confident they could take down Mang.
But that was not the case.
"Fire!"
Arrows whizzed through the air, but stopped three feet from Mang's body, blocked by an invisible barrier, as if it were a wall of copper and iron.
Whoosh!
Mang moved, his form almost impossible to see with the naked eye. All that could be seen were the armored warriors flying through the air.
He moved like a white streak, appearing before Jing.
"Father... you?"
Jing's face twisted in shock, but then he laughed maniacally: "Haha... you really have more than one trick up your sleeve, even against us... Haha..."
"I didn't... I just..."
Mang's body trembled, and he couldn't find the words.
He possessed the True Martial Seal, which allowed him to continuously advance in martial arts, but the others did not! This was a secret he had never shared, not even with his own sons!
In the 59th year of the Daxia era, Princes Zhong and Jing rebelled, but they were quelled by Emperor Mang alone.
During the battle, Emperor Mang faced a thousand enemies and displayed a power that could suppress all.
After the battle, the two princes were exiled, and three of the twelve princes, along with twenty-seven generals, were stripped of their titles for participating in the rebellion, leading to the deaths of thousands.
...
Time passed, and two hundred years went by in the blink of an eye.
Inside the True Martial Seal's space.
A flash of light, and Emperor Mang's figure appeared.
Though he wore imperial regalia, he looked very old.
His vitality was still strong, but it seemed as if it would collapse like a dam breaking at any moment.
"Why?"
"Why can't I break through?"
Mang looked at Fang Xing: "You must give me an explanation!"
"Explanation? Well... your martial arts are too crude, with many flaws. The foundation was not laid perfectly, leading you down a dead end... otherwise, you should have been able to live for five hundred years, not just three hundred before your powers fade and you die of old age."
Fang Xing nodded, observing Mang's state.
"You knew all this?"
Mang, like an enraged old lion: "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I told you, in martial arts, I can only provide general guidance..."
Fang Xing shook his head: "Compared to your sons who died from practicing incorrectly or got stuck at the mortal threshold, unable to advance, you've done quite well... You should realize that with the True Martial Seal's help, your martial arts have surpassed the limits of the era. Otherwise, how could you have suppressed so many rebellions alone?"
"About Zhong and Jing... did you know? I never told you."
Mang was taken aback.
"Yes, your two sons, strictly speaking, died because of your selfishness. Though you passed on 'Primal Martial' to them, they could never break through to higher realms to extend their lives... going mad was only natural."
Fang Xing smiled and shook his head.
Having once been an emperor, he understood why Mang had kept the True Martial Seal a secret, not telling anyone.
He wouldn't have shared his golden finger either.
In reality, if Mang had shared his golden finger, the Daxia Empire would have been ten or a hundred times more glorious...
But in the end, it was what it was.
Fang Xing sensed that this was the limitation of the World's Origin.
The world had not yet developed to that level, and even if he broke through the world's limits, he couldn't go far...
So, he didn't care.
"Aren't you afraid I'll throw you back into the abyss, never to see the light of day again?"
Mang stepped forward and suddenly knelt: "Master... please save me. I don't want to die. If you save me, I will revere the True Martial as a true deity, replacing the gods..."
"What use is the faith of mortals to me?"
Fang Xing laughed: "If you want to throw me, then throw me..."
Even if he couldn't move, his patience was endless.
Besides, he had a stake in the world's consciousness, ensuring he would be found by someone else in the future.
This was Fate!
Just as this world was destined for the great flourishing of martial arts!
Whether it was Panwu or True Martial, both were martial arts in this world.
Thus, this world was destined to see the continuous development of martial arts, with the World's Origin expanding, gradually accommodating increasingly powerful martial artists.
In the future, martial artists would shoulder mountains and fill seas, and that would not be a mere fantasy!
(End of Chapter)
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