I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Just as Shen Ming had expected, the matter of the Holy Temple caused a great uproar in the Middle Three Realms.

Such a powerful tool as a historical record must never exist!

The great religions reached a consensus and began preparing to join forces to storm the Holy Temple and demand an explanation.

The Holy Temple, the Holy House.

Above the endless sea of ​​clouds, a sacred temple, bathed in holy light, floats in the sky.

The palace is magnificent, ancient and solemn, with its dome inlaid with brilliant stars.

Inside the hall, twelve supreme saints formed a circle, each with a different expression, yet all exuding the majesty of the heavens.

They wore ancient Taoist robes, their aura as vast as the primordial wilderness, their eyes deep and penetrating, as if they could see into the universe.

"A total of 68 people heard the history books of the past and were awakened from their long-forgotten memories."

"The good news is that even if they tell it to others, those people won't be awakened."

"The major powers are writing history based on their memories and composing proclamations against the traitors!"

"Regardless of whether it's true or false, they all want to divide up my Holy Temple."

"That's not important. What's important is Wuji."

"No one knows his origins, only that he comes from the Divine Flame Dynasty, but the Divine Flame Dynasty doesn't know much about him."

"He is a great enemy of my Holy Temple and must be eliminated!"

This is beyond doubt. Putting aside the death of Jun Cangsheng, Shen Ming was able to awaken others, disregard the history books of time, and shake the very foundation of the Holy Temple.

The problem is, they don't know this person's background.

They are even less likely to enter the Boundless Divine Realm to make a move, as that is already someone else's territory.

Each of the twelve saints spoke a sentence, but when it came to the crucial moment, they all remained silent.

Until their most holy teacher appeared!

"Write! The Holy Emperor's successor has fallen in the Endless Divine Realm! Buried in darkness!"

The Holy Teacher had white hair and beard, but his spirit was high, and his voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from ancient times.

“Master, this will involve enormous karma and backlash,” a sage said, puzzled.

They only have one page of history, and the history they write must be logical.

Erasing Shen Ming's traces directly from the past would indeed make those sixty-eight people forget what they heard.

However, that would come at a huge price, enough to cause the fall of one of their most holy beings.

Moreover, this method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.

When Shen Ming emerges from the Endless Divine Realm and speaks out again, people will still remember him, and even recall their writing. At that time, their crimes will be compounded.

The saints all frowned; this did not conform to their understanding of their ancestor.

"The Endless Divine Realm will close, which is in accordance with history. This person comes from the Lower Three Realms and will have to go through trials in each realm, which will buy us time," the Master said.

With the situation so dire, how could anyone come up with a perfect solution?

If they can delay the siege of the Holy Temple by the major powers as much as possible, they will have time to make their move.

"The Endless Divine Realm is closed?"

The saints' eyes lit up. In this way, that person would lose contact with the upper realm and be unable to speak.

They were curious about how their teacher knew, but he had no intention of telling them.

"let's start."

Among the crowd, a perfectly formed stone table stood quietly, upon which lay a page of history.

The ancient masters and sages held a Spring and Autumn Annals brush, its entire body shimmering with golden light.

That brush is like a living thing, containing the rules of heaven and earth. Each stroke can outline the trajectory of history and even change the direction of destiny.

The thirteen people held their breath and focused intently, working together to wield the brush and share the backlash.

With each stroke of the brush, the rules of the world are reshaped time and again.

The Spring and Autumn Annals, with their ever-flowing pen, record history with each character written by a single person.

Everything went smoothly at first, and the saints were able to withstand the backlash.

It wasn't until he wrote the four characters 'Successor of the Holy Emperor'.

The four characters refer to Shen Ming of the Endless Divine Realm.

The annals of history suddenly trembled violently!

It emitted a deep humming sound, like the echo of an ancient bell, causing the entire Holy Temple to tremble.

The starlight surrounding the palace suddenly dimmed, and the Dao patterns on the four giant pillars seemed to be torn apart, emitting a faint cracking light.

"How is that possible?" A sage stood up, his brows furrowed.

His voice was low, but it carried an undisguised shock.

History is written by the ages, and the causes and effects involved are enormous, even for great emperors.

But never before has it felt like something taboo has been touched, with all the words written before disappearing.

"History is refusing to be written..." A sage stared in disbelief.

"Do not pry into the secrets of heaven, do not shake the cause and effect, do not violate taboos..." The most revered teacher stared at the history books, his eyes blazing, "This is a warning from the history books!"

"A warning?" A supreme saint completely lost his composure and shouted, "What kind of being dares not be recorded in the annals of history?!"

The saints were all frightened and dared not continue.

There is no way out!

However, the Supreme Sage Confucius refused to stop, and this reminded the other Supreme Sages.

Based on the actions of the palace, the three realms cannot tolerate them at all.

Destruction will still await them.

"continue!"

The most revered teacher said.

"The most holy should not fear Heaven, nor should they retreat! Whether it is Heaven's will or a taboo descending, I want to see what it will be!!"

"If the Great Emperor can write it, why can't he?!"

Two hot-tempered saints took the lead, and the other saints began to write again.

The result was the same as before; when the character 'Saint' was written, the annals of history emitted an indescribable power.

The power was not purely about killing, but it directly engulfed the two clamoring saints.

"No!"

One turned to ashes, and the other's body shattered into countless fragments.

The good news is that the word "sacred" landed on the paper.

The other saints were terrified; the price was too high, and none of them wanted to be the next victim.

"continue!!!"

The late master insisted on writing, and the other sages could not stop.

Finally, at the cost of two supreme saints for each character, he finally wrote down the four characters "Successor of the Holy Emperor"!

Of the twelve saints, only four remained, each with a face full of shock and lingering fear.

The annals of history have successfully recorded the history they wrote, and every word shines with brilliance.

Unlike in the past, this time the annals of history have not returned to calm for a long time, as if something within them is awakening.

"A spirit! The spirit of the historical record of time!"

The most revered teacher was filled with fanaticism; they had only obtained a page of historical records, so naturally there was no spirit to speak of.

But now, signs of a spirit have appeared.

Could it be that the price we just paid wasn't because of the Holy Emperor's successor, but because the artifact spirit awakened?

However, just as the Sage Confucius was thinking this, an angry voice, like an erupting volcano, came from within.

"A bunch of lunatics! Don't drag me down with you if you're looking to die! I can't stay in this realm!"

The next second, this page of history transformed into countless starlight points and dissipated into the Holy Temple.

The Supreme Sage and the remaining four Supreme Sages stared at each other blankly.

Soon, the master let out a mournful cry; the price was beyond his expectations.

This means they can no longer continue to write history.

Fortunately, despite the unfortunate circumstances, the history they just wrote has still been effective, even at such a cost.