The immortal is beside me

Chapter 127 The Fire from Eight Hundred Years Ago
The starlight from the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn fell softly, and the faces of many khans were reflected in the thin light, and each of them was staring at the figure in front of them.

Suled, this name means "Flag of the God of War" in Mongolian, referring to the sacred existence that condenses the power of heaven and earth, and the owner of this name is indeed worthy of its connotation.

He is the God's messenger among the Mongolian tribes today and was once one of the flag bearers of the Mongol Empire.

As early as eight hundred years ago, he followed Genghis Khan across the entire Eurasian continent and finally settled in the Central Plains, becoming one of the hundreds of gods supporting the Yuan Dynasty.

At that time, the power of the Mongolian gods dominated the entire Central Plains cultivation world, and the suppression lasted for nearly a hundred years. No one among the thousands of sects could challenge their power, and even the secular dynasties were controlled by Mongolian blood. That glorious history is still the pride in the hearts of every citizen of the grassland.

Now, all the gods of the Yuan Dynasty have been wiped out in the long river of history, and only Suled still exists in the world. He has taken another step towards the supreme throne and taken over the power once held by Genghis Khan.

Whether in terms of strength or knowledge, he can be regarded as a living god and a living fossil in the eyes of the people of the grassland. Facing him is no different from facing a statue of god.

And now, the statue revealed an expression they had never seen before - a mixture of excitement, murderous intent and fear.

The gap only lasted for a few breaths before it healed silently.

Suled closed his eyes again and his expression returned to calm. The moment his eyes closed, several khans with the cultivation level of incarnation behind him exhaled at the same time, as if they had just escaped from an invisible vortex.

"You should still remember the history of the Central Plains eight hundred years ago."

Suled spoke in a low voice, and a Khan behind him immediately responded.

"Of course I remember," the Khan replied. "The great Genghis Khan bestowed his grace upon the land, spreading it far and wide, nurturing the Yuan dynasty in the Central Plains. You and the gods follow Genghis Khan's name, wielding the Yuan banner. All who disobey will be crushed beneath his iron hooves."

When he said this, his tone was full of respect, not like a subordinate speaking to a superior, but like a believer speaking to God.

In fact, this is indeed the case. In the eyes of the people of the grassland, the agents of heaven are the manifestation of the will of the Eternal Heaven, and Suled is the most powerful among the many agents, and the difference between them is even greater than that of heaven.

But this pious praise did not win the god's favor. Suled simply glanced at him casually and asked again, "So, what happened next?"

"And then?" The Khan was slightly taken aback, his words becoming more hesitant. "Then, the Central Plains' power re-emerged, weakening the power of the gods. They gradually withdrew from the Central Plains, and the Yuan Dynasty also declined and fell. From then on, the lambs of the Central Plains lost the blessings of the Eternal Heaven."

Compared with his previous praise of the glorious history, he was very cautious in this paragraph, but this caution was immediately punctured.

"It wasn't them who rose, it was him who appeared."

Suled closed his eyes and said, "Back then, when I arrived in the Central Plains under the guidance of Genghis Khan, the land was ruled by a dynasty called the Song. That dynasty was as weak as the transcendents behind them. In the face of the might of the Eternal Heaven, they were as vulnerable as lambs. In just a few decades, they all submitted to our authority."

"But after 30 years of this situation, he showed up."

The closed eyes opened a little again, and an inexplicable emotion flashed through them.

"At that time, including my tribe, there were a total of 205 Mongolian tribes remaining in the Central Plains. After his appearance, in less than 20 years, only less than 10 of the 205 tribes remained."

"I've seen him once before. It was also on that occasion that I witnessed the fire he wielded—in the Central Plains, that fire is known as the 'Boundless True Fire.'" "No one can withstand that fire. The greatest resistance I've ever offered to it was surviving it."

The khans behind him fell silent unconsciously, and everyone stared silently at the figure in front of them.

In just this moment, the statue of the almighty god cracked a little, and the monk named Suled from eight hundred years ago appeared from it, and it was the "fire" that spanned time that opened the crack.

The people of the grasslands do not attach great importance to historical records. As descendants, their understanding of the events of the past mostly comes from tribal legends and oral accounts of the elders.

But even so, they could glimpse the power of that existence from these few short sentences, a power that was enough to tremble even the gods of the grassland.

Just like the Khans today, Sulede, who lived for eight hundred years, was able to receive orders directly from Genghis Khan. This shows that he had at least reached the level of Divine Transformation at that time, and there were at least two hands of grassland warriors like him in the Central Plains at that time.

And according to Suled, they are vulnerable to the "Infinite True Fire", and this fact only points to one possibility.

"Eight hundred years ago, the person you mentioned reached the upper three realms?"

"Without a doubt." Sulede looked up at the sky. "I couldn't understand it then, but looking at it now, there's no doubt he had already transcended the Divine Transformation Realm and touched upon the true laws of heaven and earth. He reached the realm of Refining the Void, a realm born purely from his own self, without the aid of any external force or belief."

"It was only after meeting him that I truly understood the huge gap between the upper three realms, the realm of refining emptiness, and the realm of incarnation. It is truly the difference between heaven and man."

Sulede raised his head slightly, his eyes reflecting the interlaced stars. "Eight hundred years have passed, and yet his presence can still be seen in this Central Plains. I want to test it. Can my achievements today rival his?"

A gust of wind blew up without warning, making his brocade robe flutter like a huge flag, emitting an imperial majesty that swept around, as if the whole world was moved by his words.

This scene fell into the eyes of the people behind him, making their breathing stop.

As the strongest agent of heaven, Sulede has received the blessing of Changshengtian for nearly a thousand years. The blessing he has received is even greater than that of Shaowa of Khitan in the past. This makes him transcend all the gods and is infinitely close to the realm of refining emptiness.

Such a realm is unrivaled in the entire grassland, and now his sword is pointing at the old enemy that he once could not resist, an existence that once shook the entire Yuan Dynasty and the entire grassland.

"Send the message to all the troops, prepare to move forward - I will meet him in three days."

At the same time, a thousand kilometers away, a man in a red Taoist robe suddenly turned his head and looked at the stars in the sky.

"Fire Saint, what are you doing?" The commander-in-chief who was following him couldn't help but ask when he saw this.

These words were met with a moment's silence. The Fire Sage before him remained expressionless, his eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of thought in them.

"The cause and effect have changed. Someone wants to find me." said the Fire Saint.

(End of this chapter)