The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

The old man turned around and walked down the mountain.

"I will protect everything in the Great Yan, and do my best in my own way—perhaps the late emperor didn't tell me about this plan back then to leave some room for maneuver..."

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"Second brother."

Ji called out softly.

"Well, what is it?"

Wang responded, but his eyes never left the chessboard.

This is a street in a small town in the Great Yan Dynasty. Two old men are playing a game of chess, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers who are all enjoying themselves as they try to dictate the game with their terrible skills, only to be scolded by the old men.

Having defeated countless top players of the Great Yan Dynasty and seen countless chess records, he shouldn't be so engrossed in games of this level.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching chess—go buy me two steamed buns, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"......walk slowly."

Ji bought the steamed buns and handed them to Wang, who continued to eat while watching.

Only after the game ended did the winner burst into laughter, while the loser angrily reviewed the game on the board before finally turning his gaze away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I told you, I was watching a game of chess."

Wang ate a steamed bun as he walked, speaking indistinctly.

"Could those two be reclusive masters of chess?"

"No, they're all just amateur players."

"Then, Second Brother, what use do you think their chess game is?"

Ji looked puzzled.

"You know the rules of winning and losing in Go, right?"

“Until, count the number.”

"Yes, counting points—I have always studied the way of Go, striving for perfection in every move. If I can gain half a point in every move, then I will naturally be invincible."

"Is...is this even possible?"

"I didn't do it."

Wang spoke very frankly.

"But I am still invincible."

"...I still believe in my second brother's chess skills."

"The important thing is not here, but the lesson I learned from watching that game of chess."

He waved his hand, ignoring his brother's compliments.

"If you can't guarantee that every move will be perfect—then just make sure the opponent plays worse than you, right?"

Ji was completely bewildered.

What do you mean?

"Those two old men were alright at first, but after sixty moves they started making one bad move after another. Yet they still managed to fight until after two hundred moves—that's because both sides were making bad moves."

Wang patiently explained.

"As long as either side plays normally, without seeking brilliant moves, as long as they move steadily forward, they can end the game early."

"This... doesn't seem to be a very profound theory, does it?"

“You’re right—but the one playing chess here is Qiao Yelan, not us.”

"so?"

"So we don't need to make our own moves, nor do we need to give Mr. Joe advice—we just need to make the opponent make even more outrageous moves."

Ji was stunned.

"It's just an idea right now... but I've already made some progress in dealing with the Year Beast."

After finishing the steamed bun, Wang crumpled up the oil paper in his hand, intending to throw it into the trash can, but then, as if noticing something, he unfolded it again.

"【Dong Family Steamed Bun Shop, thin-skinned and generously filled, address...】"

As he was reading, he suddenly laughed.

Then he crumpled up the oiled paper and threw it into the trash can.

"See that? Ji."

"what did you see?"

"The words on this oiled paper."

"Of course I saw it."

"This is the progress of mankind... Back then, paper was so precious that even a piece of paper with a wrong word would be carefully burned—now, it can be left on this oiled paper and casually thrown into the trash can."

Ji remained silent for a while, without responding.

Because the person who did this was also his sister.

"This is her achievement... Although no one remembers it, it remains so vividly in this world."

Wang spoke softly.

"I can't find her inside me... Do you think she really went back? Back into the body of the Year Beast?"

"...I can't think of any other possibility."

"But if she went back, then why can these words be passed down through the world and recited by humankind?"

“Meaningless syllables were pieced together into comprehensible language, meaningless strokes were interwoven into comprehensible characters—this is what she left behind, she really left behind.”

Ji was suddenly taken aback.

Without a doubt, this was once a part of the power belonging to [Sui], and [Jie] transmitted this power to humanity in his own way.

"She was right... to pass on the power of [Year] to humanity, and humanity will inherit this power and continue to expand upon it, while [Year] will lose this part of its power..."

Wang's voice grew louder and louder.

"She didn't die, nor did she disappear—she completely gave her powers to humanity, so she lost the means to continue existing, and therefore no one else can remember her!"

“She is still here! The power I use is the power she gave to everyone, including me—she has only lost her power, but she is still here!”

The man clenched his fists and roared excitedly. They even had to unleash their powers to make themselves unnoticed by others.

Where is Third Sister?

Ji's voice also carried a hint of disbelief.

"Inside the body of the Year Beast—in the foundations of the Great Yan capital!"

Wang revealed a ecstatic smile.

"Compared to the beast, we are like a cup of water compared to a river or lake. The only difference is that the river and lake are stagnant and immobile. So, the most important thing to do if we want to retrieve this cup of water that has fallen into the river is not to stir it up!"

"Only one more person can go in, only one more person can go in! Only then can I bring her out intact—it can only be me, only me! Because I have trained in the Artifact Spirit Technique, my soul is the most resilient besides the old man's, I can withstand the devouring and assimilation inside the Year Beast!"

Ji was stunned by his second brother's words.

"You...you want to be devoured willingly?"

"Why not? That's what we'll be doing when Sui wakes up anyway."

Wang's voice, though joyful, was surprisingly calm, clearly indicating that he was still deep in thought.

"I split my soul into two pieces to make it relatively independent for the sake of the artifact spirit technique—so if I can give even a fragment of my soul your powers, wouldn't the Sui Beast think it has swallowed everyone after swallowing just one of me?"

"Therefore, after swallowing it, he will definitely relax for a while and concentrate more on the battle with the Great Yan. I can take this opportunity to bring [Jie] out!"

"But... how are you going to get out?"

Ji was stunned by the plan, but he also immediately realized the key problem.

"This is where you'll have to go."

"Damn...damn me?"

"Yes, it's all up to you. You've always been using what you've woven. But the weaving process is the most important thing—it's about bringing together scattered pieces, and that's your power!"

Wang grabbed Ji's arm, her eyes burning with desire.

"I want you—to weave me and this Great Yan together!"

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P.S.: Since my copy of *The Earth's Journey* just arrived, I've discovered a timeline issue. The biggest problem so far is the birth dates of Talulah and Chen. Due to the author's previous careless plot arrangement, their birth dates have been pushed back by 9 years...