Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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It should be noted that the three progenitors they worship, the Heavenly Emperor, the Earthly Emperor, and the Tai Emperor, have already lost the power they once held during the period of the Black Emperor and the White Emperor's joint rule. Their bloodline can be said to have fallen from the first generation and can only be considered as a very special second generation.

The significance of the Heavenly Maiden Ba is almost comparable to the "Emperor" throne passed down from the Three Sovereigns.

He didn't want to see Tiannvba "out of control," so he wanted to imprison or banish her. However, Feng Hou also wanted to obtain her power, so he had to arrange a cage for her.

We want it all, we want it all, and we want it all.

It's just that Feng Hou can't do it yet.

He looked up at the ancient dragon beside the emperor, knowing that this was not the time to advise His Majesty the Yellow Emperor.

Wang Anzhi also fell silent and did not speak.

Seeing the sudden silence, even the innocent Fenrir sensed something was amiss. He smacked his lips, wanting to say something, but dared not speak.

For some reason, Fenrir always felt an invisible pressure in front of this "brother-in-law".

Wang Anzhi sensed his brother-in-law's thoughts and patted his scales. "Fenrir, is there something you want to say?"

The silly dragon quickly said, "Brother-in-law, my sister must be joking with you. Please don't blame her."

Wang Anzhi asked with a smile, "What are you blaming?"

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Fenrir stammered, unsure of what to say.

“It’s unfair that she went out with her sisters but didn’t bring you and me, or her family,” Wang Anzhi reminded her.

Fenrir immediately nodded, agreeing, and said, "That's right, my sister really deserves to be blamed like that."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and felt as if he had said something wrong.

Wang Anzhi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the clumsy dragon, and said to him:

"Alright, Fenrir, go tell your sister to come back as soon as she's had enough fun!"

The clumsy dragon didn't know if his brother-in-law had forgiven his sister. He wanted to get closer, but Wang Anzhi gently patted his forehead. Fenrir then understood his good intentions, nodded, and said:

"Ok."

Then he flew back into the sky, his thin wings barely visible in the darkness, and disappeared in a short while.

After a while, until Fenrir had gone far away, Wang Anzhi said to Feng Hou:

"Feng Hou, do you really think these dragons, these anomalies, are still worthy of your vigilance?"

The Wind Queen was speechless. Looking at Fenrir's appearance, no one would consider him a threat, so he could only argue:

"Among the outcasts, there are not only outcasts like Yinglong, but also dangerous figures like Kuafu. Why do you think they are not worthy of vigilance, Your Majesty?"

However, Feng Hou also knew that his words were not very convincing in the face of harsh reality.

Since Kuafu is in danger and Yinglong is safe, shouldn't we support dragons like Yinglong and crack down on ambitious schemers like Kuafu?

However, even though she still harbored fear of the outsider, the Queen of the Wind felt much more at ease looking at Fenrir like this.

He looked at the Yellow Emperor before him and solemnly said:

"The issue of the heretics can be temporarily set aside, but now that Shennong has abdicated to Your Majesty and Chiyou has been executed here, there are no disloyal people in the Nine Provinces..."

Feng Hou went on and on about the Yellow Emperor's merits, concluding with:

"Now is the time for Your Majesty to go east to Mount Tai, perform the Fengshan ceremony, and ascend the throne."

Wang Anzhi fell silent again. He was no longer in the state of complete ignorance when he first arrived. Having studied the classics and history, he knew that the "Fengshan" that Feng Hou mentioned was the same as the "contending for the throne" that Jormungandr had told him at the beginning.

This is the legacy left behind by the Three Sovereigns after their deaths, a "path to godhood" that they paved during their lifetimes.

These six elders brazenly placed this path of deification within the Nine Provinces, and those who unified the Nine Provinces and performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, receiving their mandate from "Heaven," could become the so-called "Emperor."

That is, a mixed-race monarch.

Aside from lacking authority, the "Emperor" is superior to the next generation of dragons in every way. Regardless of whether the Emperor is in his complete form, he has the right to look at the first generation of dragons as an equal.

After Shennong's death, his descendants were granted the title of "Heaven".

Now that the Yellow Emperor has accepted the "abdication" from the Yan Emperor, quelled the rebellion of Chi You in the south, and put the King of Bronze and Fire into a deep sleep, he also possesses the same qualifications.

Wang Anzhi looked at Feng Hou and nodded:

"We will set off tomorrow to perform the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai."

Chapter 167 I came, I saw, I conquered

The Yellow Emperor wore a yellow robe, held a black jade tablet, and walked up the steps of Jiuyi Mountain.

Seventy-two ministers followed behind, carrying five-colored soil, black wine, and azure jade, while the sound of the Kui skin drum resounded for miles. Upon reaching the Sunrise Peak, they saw that the stone inscription of the Hefu Fushan of yesteryear was still there, and thus ordered Cangjie to carve "Nine Provinces Under One" on the Yangtian Stone.

An altar of Taiyi was set up, with piles of firewood forming a hill. The Yellow Emperor personally burned the fat of the Kui ox, and the blue smoke rose straight to the ninth heaven, transforming into the shape of a black dragon.

The official in charge of prayer recited: "Your subject, Xuanyuan, the successor to the Son of Heaven, dares to use the black ox to proclaim to Heaven and Earth: Chiyou has displayed his ferocity, devouring iron with his bronze skull. Your subject has displayed divine might and has thus mobilized the six armies. Fortunately, by the mandate of Heaven, we have eradicated the evil forces, bringing peace to the nine corners of the land and harmony to all nations."

……

The process proceeds sequentially, step by step.

Just then, the voice of a mocking girl reached the mind of the protagonist on stage from nowhere.

"That's so stupid."

She pointed and said, "I have never seen anyone as foolish as you, wearing robes and being pointed at and talked about by your ministers, who are using their imagined sage king to refer to you, the real monarch."

The girl seemed very dissatisfied. "What they need is the Holy Emperor sitting on the throne. As for who the Holy Emperor is, that's not what these people care about."

"When Shennong was alive, they were his subjects. When you, Xuanyuan, were alive, they were also your subjects."

Whoever sits on the throne, they will thrive.

At this moment, the resounding chimes of bells echoed from the top of Mount Tai, while the incessant chatter of the Dragon Girl resonated in his ears.

Caught between these two attacks, Wang Anzhi felt his mind was in complete chaos.

In contrast to the chaos in the mind, there is a sense of calm in the body.

He could even feel the sublimation of his bloodline, the most noticeable change being the shift in his gaze.

He used to only see atoms in the material world, but now he also sees the mysterious "elements".

These two are both contradictory and unified.

As for other improvements in physical fitness and expansion of the mental realm, they are all child's play compared to this.

Furthermore, as Wang Anzhi followed the altar of the Fengshan ceremony and looked inwards, he could even see Shennong, the deity who built the altar three thousand years ago, nodding slightly to him, and see the high platform set up by the Dragon Girl at Muye two thousand years later being overthrown, and the army of seven hundred thousand being routed...

There are far too many. For the dragon race, the past, present, and future are all inscriptions written on bronze pillars, left to be altered at will.

Among them, the primordial cow Odembra, the source of all things, licks the ice and snow, inscribing her longing for the future on the bronze pillar.

Nidhogg, who once held the name Ymir, the progenitor of the Titans, decided to channel his will into the present. The place where he was was the "present." Thus, the inscription on the bronze pillar of Odombra was rewritten by him, section by section, leaving only the chapters that satisfied him.

Finally, the bronze pillar itself gave birth to a will, becoming the World Tree that was both a prison and a protector, named Yggdrasil, the last person to alter the chapters on the illusory bronze pillar.

The White Emperor has no right to change the words left by the Black Emperor, nor can he foresee the future laid out by Odembra. He can only add his own "footnotes" to this already complete history book.

The Black Emperor left a single line on it, while the White Emperor used ten lines to explain it. In the end, the history book left by the Black Emperor became the origin of the White Emperor's rebellion...

Wang Anzhi finally understood why the Dragon Clan had once been so fond of visiting the bronze pillar: for them, there truly was a bronze pillar that recorded history and prophecies.

Since none of them had the right to see the real bronze pillar, they cast their own bronze pillars in the real world.

This is also the origin of the "Fragment of the Ice Sea," a book about the ancient history of the dragon race in the Secret Party. It was obtained from the cold currents of the Arctic Ocean and is the only archaeological artifact of the dragon civilization found by any hybrid race in the world today.

Countless images flashed before his eyes.

In a daze, he saw the complex scene of the Black Emperor suckling Odembula's milk and finally burying his brother in the ice cave, and he saw the dimness in the eyes of Odembula, who was the future Lu Mingfei, that hid a lion.

He watched his brother add soil to his grave, but made no reaction. Instead, he smiled faintly at Wang Anzhi across the river of time and said softly:

"So be it!"

Then the scene stopped, and he saw the six elders, Cangli, Suiren, Yuejian, Youchao, Jiutou, and Shennong, surrounding his sister Yggdrasil, and they began to create the first humans in the place before him.

These are the humans they created, and their significance to them is like that of the dragons to the Black Emperor.

This is their first step in raising the flag of rebellion.

Within the Dragon Clan's system, and within the Angels' system, no one can defeat the Black Emperor, the one whom the Dragon Clan sees as God.

So why not take a step back, become a fallen angel's messenger, a prophet to mankind, become Satan, become the Son of God, and in turn replace the Black Emperor's position?

"So this is how the Chinese people were born."

Wang Anzhi remarked with emotion, "This is truly something that overturns the theory of evolution and the understanding of modern civilization. It's just a pity that science only accounts for half of this world, while the other half belongs to mystery."

"The throne of silver is stained with the blood of the lowly," this is a veiled hint about the White Emperor's creation of humans in the Black King's official historical record, "Fragments of the Ice Sea."

In the research of the Secret Society, this may be an indication that the White Emperor's tyranny was a manifestation of her desire to use humans to compensate for her own shortcomings.

This may not be entirely wrong, but the real reason behind it may be the complete opposite of what they imagine.

In the eyes of the White Emperor, does her so-called "blood of the common people" simply refer to humans?

No, it is more likely to refer to all those who do not obey her.

She intends to use this purge to rise above the Black Emperor.

When Wang Anzhi saw his long-lost sister by following the long river, countless years ago, Yggdrasil also saw his younger brother in the same spot.

Although in the eyes of the White Emperor, her younger brother was still incredibly weak, he had already fully inherited her most important part of the authority—the authority over history and sacrifices.

In Yggdrasil's eyes, whether her brother seized power from her or took over her banner after her death, it was something to be happy about.

She looked at the six elders below her and said leisurely:

"Tomorrow, we will cut down the bronze pillar, destroy the White Palace, raise the six armies, and besiege the imperial palace."

The elders obeyed respectfully.

Then, Yggdrasil turned around and carefully observed her younger brother once more, a motherly smile as if watching her child grow up appearing on her face. She touched the topknot of her hair, upon which lay the image of Mimir, or Wang Anzhi, still asleep in that timeline, and softly said:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Wang Anzhi wanted to say something, to tell this older sister something.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas says: Nuwa's intestines transformed into a god, who dwelled in the wilderness of Su Guang.

That was where she was utterly defeated, but as he spoke, the scene before him began to shatter, with only Yggdrasil's gratified gaze lingering in his mind.