Long River Eternity

Seeing Feng Hao about to turn around and leave, Feng Xi hurriedly said, "Are you going to look for Brother Lin and Teacher Yang? I'll go with you!"

After saying this, Feng Xi turned to look at Feng Zizai and spoke earnestly, "Grandpa Clan Leader, everyone in the clan is training day and night and running around for the upcoming war. I can't always stay by your side and enjoy some leisure time. I want to go out with Ah Hao and gain some experience."

Feng Zizai heard this, frowned slightly, and fell into thought for a moment.

Then he spoke slowly, his voice steady, "I've heard Minister Zhan mention the Soldiers' Tomb before. Although it's located in Dongzhou, it's not far from Zhongzhou. With your current level of cultivation, you shouldn't encounter insurmountable difficulties or obstacles along the way. Since you have this idea, then go ahead."

"Thank you, Grandpa Clan Leader!" Feng couldn't hide his excitement and shouted happily.

Feng Zizai reached into his arms and took out five talismans emitting soft silver light, and another talisman shining with brilliant golden light. He handed them to Feng Xi, and with a look of concern in his eyes, he warned, "Keep these talismans safe. Don't use them lightly unless it's absolutely necessary. When you're out there, do everything within your ability and don't be impulsive or reckless."

"I understand." Feng Xi responded happily with a smile on his face.

Then, he lowered his head and carefully examined the talisman in his hand, frowning slightly. He asked in confusion, "Is this a Five Elements Talisman? I can also draw this talisman. However, the material of this talisman is very different from ordinary talismans. Is there something special about it?"

Feng Zizai gently stroked his snow-white beard, his eyes full of smiles as he slowly said, "Take a closer look. This is the Five Sacred Talisman. The Five Elements Talisman you usually draw is just a simplified version of it."

"Five...Five Sacred Talismans?!" Feng Xi's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this, his voice trembling. "Aren't the Five Sacred Talismans the Feng family's treasure? The clan rules clearly state that they can only be used in times of genocide. Why did you bring them out?!"

Feng Zizai explained slowly, "This is just a replica of the Five Sacred Talisman. The real Five Sacred Talisman can unleash the full force of the ancient five saints, with earth-shattering power. This replica can only unleash a normal attack, but it's more than enough for your trip."

"The Five Ancient Saints?" Feng Hao, who was standing by, heard this and looked puzzled. He couldn't help but ask.

Feng Zizai nodded slightly, his expression becoming solemn as he continued, "The Five Sages of Ancient Times refer to Zhurong, Gonggong, Shennong, Queen Mother of the West, and Xuanyuan. These five individuals possessed extraordinary cultivation, reaching the level of sainthood, and made tremendous contributions to mankind. Therefore, the Feng family revered them as saints, and the talisman they left behind is the Five Sage Talisman.

According to legend, they each gave the Feng family's ancestor Shaohao several talismans for him to use in times of crisis. As for the exact number, it is now unknown.

All I know is that the remaining talismans are kept in the Feng family. Perhaps at the time, these talismans were not considered rare treasures, but in this era, they are powerful weapons that can turn the tide of battle.

Feng Xi carefully looked at the talisman in his hand, his eyes full of cherishment, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

As he flipped through the book, he patiently explained some of the characteristics of the talisman to Feng Hao.

Then, he pulled out a pale golden rune from the stack of talismans. Curiosity gleamed in his eyes as he asked Feng Zizai, "What kind of talisman is this? It looks even more advanced than a holy talisman."

Feng Zizai said solemnly, "This is the imperial talisman."

"Imperial Talisman?!" Feng Xi was surprised. "Why have I never seen any relevant records in the ancient books of my clan?"

He frowned slightly, thinking. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his voice trembled with excitement. "Legend has it that our ancestor Fuxi was one of the Three Sovereigns. Could this be the talisman he left behind?"

Feng Zizai smiled and shook his head, then slowly said, "This talisman was not left by the ancestor Fuxi.

In ancient times, only those whose cultivation or strength reached the first level of Dao were qualified to be called emperor.

At first, there were only three emperors in ancient times. Fuxi was revered as Xihuang, his sister Nuwa was called Wahuang, and their adoptive father was Suihuang.

However, with the death of Fuxi and Nuwa, Emperor Sui also disappeared mysteriously at that time.

This incident gave the ancient demon clan an opportunity to rise up. For a time, the demonic atmosphere was everywhere, and a war between humans and demons broke out.

It was precisely because of this tragic war that the glorious ancient times were completely buried.

In this critical moment of life and death, the fourth emperor after the three emperors, Cang Huang, stepped forward. He was once a disciple of the ancestor Fuxi. After the disappearance of the three emperors, he rose rapidly with his tenacious will and outstanding talent.

In the end, he overcame numerous difficulties and achieved the first level of Dao. He was like a towering mountain, supporting a crumbling building and turning the tide.

He raised his arm and led the entire human race and the demon race into a thrilling battle.

After overcoming countless dangers, he finally led the human race to victory over the demon race. Even more commendable is that, during the final destruction of the world, he single-handedly preserved the flame of inheritance for the human race and the Feng family. This imperial talisman is the precious treasure he left behind.

When Feng Zizai mentioned Cang Huang, the admiration on his face flowed out uncontrollably like a gurgling stream.

"The Fourth Emperor? Emperor Cang? Isn't that..." Feng Xi turned his gaze to Feng Hao, only to see Feng Hao winking at him calmly, which was obviously signaling him not to say anything more.

Feng Hao and Feng Xi already had the same guess in their minds that the "Cang Huang" mentioned by Feng Zizai was most likely Yang An.

However, judging from Feng Zizai's expression, he obviously did not know the complicated relationship between Yang An and Lin Ding.

For a long time, even though Lin had not specifically instructed him to do anything, Feng Hao knew that all information about Yang An had to be treated with extreme caution.

Unless necessary, no information should be leaked easily, as if Yang An's information was a heavily sealed secret that would lead to unpredictable consequences if not carefully disclosed.

Feng Xi suddenly realized, and although his heart was full of doubts and tangled like a tangled mess, he still stopped talking in time.

He turned to Feng Zizai with curiosity and asked, "Such a brilliant and extraordinary person, why have I never heard of his deeds? There is not a single word about him in any of the ancient books of our clan."

Feng Zizai gave a helpless, bitter smile, which seemed to conceal endless vicissitudes and regrets. "It's not just you. In the entire land of Jiuzhou, apart from me and a few of the ancestors' disciples, I'm afraid no one else knows that there was such a person in ancient times who was as brilliant as the stars and whose achievements were comparable to those of nature."

"Ah?!" Feng Xi was surprised, his eyes full of confusion, and he asked anxiously, "Why on earth is this happening?!"

Feng Zizai sighed softly, his voice filled with regret: "That catastrophe of destruction was like a raging wave, sweeping across the entire world. Humanity was nearly extinct under its ravages, and countless precious heritages were almost dissipated like candles in the wind.

Over the long years, the earth slowly recovered from the scars of the disaster.

Some large families with profound heritage began to sort out the inheritances lost in the catastrophe.

However, just as they were trying to explore the truth of the past and regain their former glory, Lord Canghuang issued a strict order.

He banned his name and deeds from appearing in any books, as if he wanted to quietly erase his existence from the long river of history.

At the same time, everything about ancient times cannot be expressed directly, but must be passed on in a relatively obscure way, just like hiding a series of mysterious stories in the misty mountains, waiting for those who are destined to explore them slowly.

But everyone at that time was full of respect for everything Cang Huang had done, and did not want such a person to be lost in the long river of history, so they all passed on the story to the next successor through oral transmission.

However, billions of years have passed, and all the major families have experienced a break in their inheritance. It is a blessing to be able to find some paper inheritance, and the legend about Canghuang disappeared along with the decline of the major families.

It is only because the Feng family has been cared for by the ancestor's disciples for so many years and has been passed down to this day that Cang Huang's deeds have not been completely forgotten."

"How could this be? Why would he let the world forget him?" Feng Xi's face was full of confusion, his brows were furrowed, and he muttered to himself.

Feng Zizai slowly shook his head, his expression solemn, and said softly: "I don't know the reason behind this."

At this moment, Feng Hao stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed, then respectfully asked, "Master Feng, what exactly is this world-destroying catastrophe you've been talking about?"

In fact, Feng Hao had heard Lin Ding talk about the catastrophe of world destruction. He only knew that with the end of the tragic war between the human and demon races, a disaster that destroyed the earth broke out in ancient times.

The subsequent depletion of spiritual energy in the world was also inextricably linked to this disaster. However, they still knew nothing about the specific circumstances of the disaster.

"The catastrophe of world destruction..." Feng Xi muttered these four words softly with a dazed look in his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had remembered something extremely important. He excitedly shouted, "I remember! I once saw a description of the apocalypse in an ancient book. The original text seemed to be... 'Heaven and earth will collapse, the sky will be flooded, all things will be silent, all living things will be destroyed, the vast fields will change, reaching the sky, chaos will turn, and a new beginning will appear.'"

"This... is that all there is to it? It doesn't sound very reliable." After listening to Feng Xi's story, Feng Hao's face was full of confusion, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Feng Xi sighed softly, looking a little helpless, and said, "I'm not too sure. I read this in a book about ancient myths.

The book talks about the collapse of heaven and earth and the destruction of all living things, but the descriptions are really too exaggerated. I'm not sure if this is the catastrophe that the clan leader grandfather mentioned.

After saying that, Feng looked at Feng Zizai eagerly, his eyes full of questions, expecting to get an answer from him.

Feng Zizai nodded lightly, his eyes calm, and he said in a firm tone: "This paragraph is indeed a description of the ancient catastrophe of world destruction.

However, as I said before, in that distant era, everyone recorded past history in an obscure way, carefully packaging the vicissitudes of ancient times into myths, legends, or fantasy novels.

Many of these records are exaggerated. Therefore, even I find it difficult to distinguish how much of them are undeniably true and how much are falsehoods blurred by time and imagination.