Old Liu looked at the light connecting to him, his heart deeply moved, and he looked at Le'er saying, "Princess Le, don't you know about the Ancient Strange Dao and the Earth Royalty? Can you tell me about it?" Le'er, seeing Old Liu's earnest attitude, became even more triumphant: "I only know the legends that many Daoists came to Changbai Mountain, and after achieving enlightenment, they turned ungrateful and left. Do you Daoists deserve condemnation?" Old Liu nodded, recalling some things Yu Jiuhu had mentioned.

What exactly did the founder of the Ancient Strange Dao do to cause such apparent discord with the Earth Royalty? "Enough, now is not the time to discuss these matters." Ye Xiu pointed to the chaotically oriented stairways, "There are four light clusters left. Let's each enter one and explore.

Judging by this setup, we won't be able to unlock the Soul Weapon Talisman until we've been through all these light clusters." "How about we enter one together?" Old Liu suggested, keeping his head down, "Since each light cluster tells a story about our respective clans, if we go in together, perhaps we can uncover the entanglements between the various clans in the ancient era?" Le'er had no time for Old Liu. One of her feet had already stepped into the light cluster closest to her. She looked back at the two men and said, "I don't have this much time to waste on you two.

One each, and the last one remaining, we'll tackle it together." "This..." Old Liu wasn't entirely in agreement, but seeing Le'er so resolute, he could only sigh and walk away, "Alright, alright, I truly hope to run into another founder of a Strange Dao, so my cultivation can advance." Ye Xiu had only recently woken up. Yawning, he headed in the direction Old Liu was heading, the light cluster awaiting him ahead crackled with lightning and thunder, emanating a sense of swallowing everything whole. ...

"General Han, the Commander orders you to lead the troops to ambush the Chu army in the shortest possible time..." The dim scene was abruptly illuminated by the loud voice of an announcing soldier. The soldier, clad in the shabbiest armor, knelt before a man wearing ceremonial armor. Ye Xiu drew a sharp breath, realizing he was inside a military tent.

In his hand, he was actually clutching a military banner inscribed with a single, large character: Han. What was going on? Had he once again entered the Qin-Han period?

This time, it was even more spectacular; he was materialized. A general sat within the tent. He lazily picked up a wine cup and downed the fine spirit in one gulp.

He waved the soldier away: "What nonsense this Commander spouts, thinking whatever comes to mind! You go back assured; I have my own way!" "General Han! What are we to do?" A deputy general exclaimed anxiously, "After entering Hanzhong, we demolished the plank roads.

Now, to reach the Three Qin regions, we must repair those roads; there is no other route. Isn't this asking the impossible?" Han Xin fiercely took a bite of meat and glanced at Ye Xiu beside him: "I sent you yesterday to scout the paths. Is there any other way through these deep mountains and old forests?" Cold sweat beaded on Ye Xiu's brow.

Although the physique of this Han Xin was similar to the Han Xin by the riverbank, his face here was whole; his features, while not handsome, were certainly those of a rugged man. Furthermore, this Han Xin seemed completely unaware of Ye Xiu's true identity. Had that light cluster somehow managed to transport him into the body of a somewhat significant soldier under Han Xin?

Ye Xiu stammered out, "The brothers have all scouted, there is truly no other path." Han Xin cast a troubled look at Ye Xiu in resignation: "Tonight, the two of us will go again. I refuse to believe there is no path other than the plank road." Ye Xiu stared coldly at Han Xin's expression. He showed no intention of dealing with Ye Xiu alone.

But what was the situation now? Forcing him to accompany Han Xin in searching for some mountain path—dammit! The partridge cried, deep in the night, and mist already enveloped the entire gorge.

Han Xin led Ye Xiu into the forest. This area was eerily quiet, thick with dense undergrowth, bordered by bottomless cliffs. If one insisted on calling it a path, it was one carved out by human swords—a dead end, truly.

"Didn't you scout this area? Have you asked the nearby common folk what this place is called?" Han Xin's voice boomed like a great bell, sounding terrifying when questioning in the dead of night. Ye Xiu walked behind Han Xin, genuinely wishing he could punch him dead.

How would he know the name of this place? He only knew he was within the Seven Star Trapped Dragon Malevolent Land, on some staircase—damn it! However, Ye Xiu didn't erupt.

He had read history, after all; recall the saying, 'Openly repair the plank roads, secretly cross into Chencang.' He casually said, "The common folk here call this place the Ancient Chencang Road, but it seems this ancient path has been deserted for many years; these vines are impossible to clear." "Does that mean there is a path here?" Han Xin seemed to spot a glimmer of hope. He smiled confidently and pointed into the dense woods, "Tomorrow, find men to chop a path for me. If they cannot chop it down, use fire.

We must carve out a route for the march somehow." "What the hell, what is this nonsense!" Ye Xiu couldn't help but curse. Firstly, an ordinary person was ordering the God of Death. Secondly, how could fire clear such damp, dense forest?

Wouldn't chopping it take an exhausting toll on the soldiers? "What did you say?" Han Xin naturally didn't understand Ye Xiu's complaint. He yawned and turned back toward sleep, "Don't blame me for being hard on the brothers; dealing with such a ridiculous Commander, I have no choice!" Ye Xiu stared speechlessly at the Han Xin before him.

How could this man be the historical Han Xin? Yet, the imposing, arrogant Han Xin by the riverbank couldn't not be the historical Han Xin either. He sighed, gathering purple smoke with his hands, and with a burst of force, struck toward the bottom of the deep valley.

The endless weeds and vines instantly turned to ash: "Great General! Great General, look quickly, this... this..." "What's all the fuss about, what are you yelling for?" Han Xin seemed to catch a scent of burning.

He turned around and nearly fell to his knees, "What is happening? What is this? How did the Ancient Chencang Road suddenly open up?

Where did all the mountain vines go?" Ye Xiu feigned nervousness, pointing at the moon in the sky and shouting, "It's celestial fire! I just saw a streak of flame fall from the sky. As soon as the flame struck the dense woods, it burned them completely clean!" "Heaven's will, heaven's will, hahahaha!" Han Xin shook his head, nearly falling over, "Now even the heavens are helping us.

I, Han Xin, am destined to be a man who changes history!" "Congratulations, Great General, congratulations, Great General!" Ye Xiu mimicked the soldiers in the television shows, bowing to Han Xin. He truly wondered if this was history; the Ancient Chencang Road had been cleared by a God of Death using purple flames.