Chapter 460 - 318: The Final Dump Truck, Sacrificial Pawn, and the Strongest Cheat in History Goes Live!

Ding dong.

[Congratulations, your tumultuous life has been rated as a Golden Life "Holy Path Divine Sword - Firewood":

You wielded the will of heroes from ancient to modern times with the fire of hope, and raised troops with the Great Fortune of the Human Race "Firewood", "Celestial Punishment".

Slaying the corpse of the Celestial Mandate, your heart merged with heaven and earth, stepping into the True Martial Lord.

You are the Sword Leader of the Martial Arts Hall, presiding over Tongtian Mountain, silently protecting the Human Race for a century. During this time, you defeated Arhat Bodhisattvas, suppressed the Ten Fierce Beasts of the Wilderness, exterminated Evil Dragon Corpse Ghosts, and slayed all gods.

In your twilight years, you drew your sword to attain the Dao, and the Holy Path Divine Sword - Firewood sublimated into the Supreme Divine Weapon, ultimately reaching the Third Heaven.

You are ranked at Returning Void Heaven’s three hundred and seventy-eighth position — Daoist Master of Soldiers!

In the Martial Arts Hall, you are lauded as the "Firewood Sword Saint" who cut down the Eight Hundred Years Celestial Mandate, worshipped by the Desolate Human Race of the Eternal Seven Continents across generations.

The sword you forged, "Holy Path Divine Sword - Firewood", has been the Holy Sword held by successive Human Emperors. Engraved with mountains and rivers and all the people, it carries the Human Race’s Celestial Mandate. When wielded, it burns with the will of millions as the flames of hope, sweeping across ancient and modern times, obliterating all ox-demons and snake-spirits under the torrent of Fortune.

This sword’s True Name — Xuanyuan!

Note: Only a Saint and Emperor may wield it.]

...

"I received the help of heroes from the past and present to forge the Firewood Sword - Xuanyuan... This Heavenly Dao Divine Sword should be the key to my victory in everything."

Ning Xunqiu saw the conclusion of the Celestial Derivation Life Record, lost in thought.

With a thought, he took out the Xuanyuan Sword.

Countless figures flashed by like galloping horses—armor-clad soldiers roaring in blood and fire, scholars in simple robes writing amid smoke and dust, old farmers gripping hoes, children raising torches... Thousands of figures transformed into streams of golden-red light, all merging into the long sword suspended in the void.

"Clang—"

The Xuanyuan Sword suddenly emitted a clear dragon cry, its blade rising with three feet of red flame.

Ning Xunqiu’s sleeves flapped fiercely in the air currents, and he saw dense inscriptions appear on the spine of the sword, as if thousands of people had inscribed oaths with blood as ink.

He reached out to grasp it, but the hilt suddenly burst with blinding golden light, and a searing pain tore at the skin and flesh of his palm.

"This sword cannot be held by anyone but a Saint and Emperor? You’re quite stubborn..."

Shadow of the Celestial Dao · Ning Xunqiu gazed at the charred burn in his palm with a light laugh, carefully recalling the key information from this life.

"Returning Void Heaven, actually put to sleep by the Human Race..."

"And the Xuanyuan Sword, like the will of millions of flames of hope burning, carrying the surging momentum across the ages... specially breaking through ox-demons and snake-spirits, the sword cleaves all gods..."

"Let’s try."

"Since the one who forged the sword is dead, I still need a Sword Carrier."

One good brother fell, no matter, millions of brothers will rise.

Ning Xunqiu didn’t intend to take risks, instead picking up a pen to continue rewriting his life.

The pages of the Celestial Derivation Volume flipped rapidly.

...

[My name is Ning Xunqiu, at thirty-three years old I have achieved minor success in my career, living a fulfilling life, savoring a chilled drink in my hand, and leisurely enjoying the bustling night view from the rooftop.]

[Someone @ed me, and I opened my phone to see people on the forum discussing how exhilarating it would be to time travel back to ancient times and become an emperor...]

[Ding dong! The founder of the Transmigrator Alliance today unleashed great benefits, inviting you to traverse time and partake in the turbulent life of a Saint Emperor. Do you accept the invitation?]

[I am full of disdain.]

[Even an emperor can’t afford the chilled drink in my hand. Those who want to go back to live the life of an emperor are all perverts. If it’s a virtual game, I might reluctantly consider it.]

[To actually travel back, with my practical skills, leaving modern society would have me dead in less than three days.]

[A user claiming to be the founder of the Transmigrator Alliance even proposed giving me a "Celestial Daoist’s Cheat", drawing up compensations for transmigrators: harems with three thousand beauties, a retinue of powerful generals, and the majestic aura that makes heroes submit, on a path of cultivation, flying and burrowing, shattering mountains and splitting seas, achieving longevity and immortality.]

[Asked if I’d do it?]

["Are you sick? Are you really serious?"]

[I sneered without even asking about the cheat, directly blocking the founder of the Transmigrator Alliance, shutting off my phone, swirling my wine glass, and taking a sip of the chilled drink.]

[Refreshing!]

[This life, not even immortals would trade for it.]

[Thus, in these years, I have always adhered to traffic rules, never taken planes or cruises, gone to bed early and gotten up early, exercised daily, eaten healthily, occasionally helped elderly women cross the street. Like the good person I am, surely the heavens will let me live a long life!!]

[Whilst I reveled in my life’s arrangements, a heavy truck suddenly burst forth from the high-hanging moon, flinging me skyward.]

[Blood splattered the long sky.]

[What the hell???]

[How barbaric, this is the thirty-third floor...]

[Another me has transmigrated to an unknown forbidden world...]

[Its name — Returning Void Heaven.]

[I was bewildered, staring at the unfamiliar surroundings, feeling as though I had forgotten something important.]

[Xiazhou Heaven, is the second Eternal Country where the Human Race emerged from the Barbaric Wilderness, among which Great Xia is a Monarch Country, founded by the Human Emperor, having been established for a hundred thousand years, this unified country has ultimately fallen into decay.]

[In just three thousand years, the hearts of man have collapsed, the monarchs of Great Xia across generations have been foolish and impotent, unable to mediate wars.]

[Under its rule, the Eight Hundred Feudal States mutually loathe each other for Spirit Vein resources, engaging in bloody conflicts with one another.]

[The powerful countries swallowed the weaker ones.]

[The war continued for a full three thousand years!]

[I was born amid the flames of war, my father the son of a middling country, and he was unfortunate, sent far from home as a boy, a hostage to a stronger nation as an offer of peace.]

[Father, weak in strength, had to watch his words and actions carefully. Upon arriving there, he was met with the cold stares of nobles, yet responded with a smile, and as a result, he made some drinking friends there, among them other hostages from different countries and noble scions of that country.]