Chapter 187: Under the Galaxy, the Two Most Legendary Brothers!

Qin Shi's Spiritual Resonance covered the Void Space, capturing that trace of weak fluctuation washed by the vicissitudes of time, enduring without dispersing.

The Inner Landscape ground trembled violently, undergoing transformation, revealing two blurry figures.

"Yue, I heard a bit about your matters at Yu Nan School from Xiao Wang. Your military course grades are excellent; general education, language, and practical ordnance are all not bad. Only political science is failing."

The military greatcoat man's voice was very deep and resonant, like a bronze bell vibrating, penetrating the heart.

The Deputy Commander rumored to be extremely domineering and stubbornly self-willed, facing his Elder Brother, behaved quite obediently.

He only hummed twice, lowered his head, and said:

"I feel those teachers, what they teach is not right."

The military greatcoat man's face was blocked by the hat brim, revealing a firm chin.

He carried his hands behind his back, like a towering steep peak standing here, as if born to be the center of the world.

"Yu Nan Military Academy's teachers, instructors, including all department heads, are Dongxia's most elite outstanding talents.

You've only been enrolled for a few years, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly?"

The military greatcoat man's tone revealed no joy or anger, but gave people immense pressure.

"What the political teacher believes is that the ancient Dongxia Empire is a product of backwardness, a backward system. But that kind of 'backward' civilization ruled most of the Galaxy, illuminating a corner of the Star Sea. Elder Brother, I believe that on the foundation of the Supernatural Path, there is no superiority of systems; it only depends on the strength or weakness of the ruler..."

The young Deputy Commander initially spoke freely and at length, expressing his innermost thoughts, but gradually sensed his Elder Brother's attitude, and his voice involuntarily became like a mosquito's buzz.

"Divine Spirit Pillars dominate the rise and fall of civilizations. Beneath Their radiance, even if countless insignificant mortals converge into one body, they still appear insignificant."

The military greatcoat man was silent, not speaking. He quietly watched his younger brother, and after a long while said:

"Yue, you should not think this way."

The young Deputy Commander bowed his head, pressing his lips tight.

The military greatcoat man softened his tone:

"You're still young. Thinking that in this world, a big fist is the hard truth, isn't wrong.

Ultimately, among the various wars under the Star Sea, what truly plays a decisive role is still the contention of Martial Gods, and the game of Divine Spirit Pillars.

But this is only the meaning of the Path. An individual walks continuously forward along that Supernatural Path, finally reaching the end, standing at the peak, changing the world with their own power, establishing rules."

The young Deputy Commander's eyes showed confusion. He didn't understand; achieving Martial God was already the supreme under the Star Sea.

Not only calling wind and rain in Dongxia, horizontally suppressing a domain.

Even placed in the broader Galaxy beyond, they are deeply respected.

"A Path is walked by one person; a Road is walked by a group of people."

The military greatcoat man's tone was flat, yet his gaze was very bright.

"Yue, have you ever thought: the vast Star Sea, boundless living beings, generation after generation reproducing and inheriting, covering endless time. Standing at a macroscopic scale to look, those Innate Divine, Unique Dao Seed level existences — do you think the probability of their appearance is low?"

The young Deputy Commander answered only after serious thought:

"From the part of civilization history I understand, high-grade civilizations giving birth to Innate Divine, Unique Dao Seed level existences, roughly around ten million years. If slightly lower level, calculated in 'hundred millions'. If ancient forces grasping the Origin, even a million years is achievable. By the vast scale of the Star Sea, this probability is not low."

The military greatcoat man was very satisfied with his younger brother's answer. In Yu Nan Military Academy's Library, civilization history was borrowed the least, because it was dry and boring, and almost impossible to exhaust.

But the younger brother still often flipped through it, showing he studied diligently.

"Correct. Then this derives a question: for so many Innate Divine, Unique Dao Seeds, Amateur Level is like an infant's toddling steps, babbling — can be left to pass naturally. Professional Level is like adolescent development; eat and sleep well, and one can reach it directly.

The only tests for them are Grandmaster and Martial God, these two steps.

Even because of racial advantages, some existences have very long lifespans.

Then, why from the beginning of the Universe until now, are there only Twelve Upper Pillars?"

The military greatcoat man posed the question.

The young Deputy Commander froze.

"Still that saying: the Path is an individual's endpoint; the Road is the Divine Spirit's beginning."

The military greatcoat man said.

"When you become a Martial God, you become a crucial part of the Great Universe. You can receive His bestowal, yet also suffer His constraint. At that time, you gradually realize a truth: an individual cannot be eternally immortal, just like stars will perish, celestial bodies will shatter. No matter how fervent you are, no matter how massive, time will eventually take you away."

The young Deputy Commander seemed to be pondering, as if understanding something:

"Elder Brother, you mean only those who open a Road can possibly seek the Pillar position, ascending to Divine Spirit?"

The military greatcoat man nodded:

"Correct. More accurately: those who walk to the Path's end, and further carry through their own Road — those living beings are qualified to become the Great Universe's Pillars, occupying that eternal position.

This is also what I want to tell you: Divine Spirit Pillars, because the Roads they walk differ, the ideals they uphold also differ. But no matter what they do, they are carrying through that Dao chosen from the very beginning.

Martial Gods cannot make civilization flourish, nor can they keep the Civilization Fire eternally unextinguished. To occupy a seat in the Star Sea, rather than being a weak vassal, requires the support of Divine Spirit Pillars — this point cannot be shaken."

Qin Shi, in Spiritual Resonance, was already listening in a daze. The topic these two brothers — the most legendary under the Galaxy — discussed was simply too high-end.

Every mention Martial God or Pillar — can't they talk about something more down-to-earth!

Talk about some Inheritance, cultivation, so I can benefit too!

The young Deputy Commander's voice slowly rang out:

"Elder Brother. You and the other few Marshals establishing New Dongxia — is it to... break free from Divine Spirit Pillars?"

The military greatcoat man waved his hand; vast power spread out, shielding this Void Space.

Then said:

"Yue, we are all of poor origin. Elder Brother I luckily studied a few years, relied on friends' help, got into the Imperial Capital Library as an Administrator. That was the most peaceful time of my life. Every day there were countless books to read; after reading, I'd buy some cheap wine, purchase some worthless offal stewed dishes.

At that time, it was the Empire's final period. The Four Great Divine Spirit Pillars lost hope in Dongxia; the Civilization Fire was tottering. Without accident, They would abandon the last Emperor, again seek new Heavenly Mandate from the Zhu Clan bloodline, conducting a round of renewal."

The young Deputy Commander made no sound. He had heard too many legendary deeds about his Elder Brother, but because he was born too late, the first thing he saw was the brand new Dongxia Republic.

The corrupt and rotten ancient Empire had already collapsed with a rumble like a dying giant, amid everyone's congratulations and cheers.

"My thirtieth year, I joined the Revival Society organized by Lao Xiao, Lao Yang and them. I met many like-minded friends, and found the goal of moving forward in the future.

But overthrowing an ancient Empire with territory spread across most of the Galaxy is not a very easy matter.

I remember one day I lost a battle, wounded and recuperating in the countryside, on an agricultural planet untouched by the fires of war. No one knew who I was. I followed the farmers into the fields to plant rice, harvested and threshed grain in autumn, and there took the final step of my path, from Grandmaster to Martial God.

The man in the greatcoat spoke very calmly, but Qin Shi saw, within that faint residual mental imprint, a grand and tumultuous rise and fall.

Behind that heroic and imposing figure, it was as if the world had undergone a tremendous change: a dying giant roared, and a newborn sun revealed its light.

Qin Shi's soul was shaken, and he could almost not breathe normally!

"The end of the path is the Martial God."

He thought of these words.

A place the First Generation Ten Greats never reached in their entire lives.

This Qin Shuai spoke it as plainly as eating and drinking, calmly and matter-of-factly.

"I am the first Martial God of the Revival Society. Of course, by then it had been renamed the 'First Republican Representative Assembly.' Old Yang thought it too much of a mouthful, so we privately called it the 'Dingge Association,' taking the meaning of 'casting out the old and bringing in the new.'"

The man in the greatcoat spoke of the past, the corners of his mouth turned up, as if carrying a smile.

"Old Yang and Old Xiao often asked me, curious how I crossed that step. I told them I had figured something out. I watched the farmers burn the straw, waiting for next year's harvest. They waved their torches, all full and joyful."

The vast empire that illuminated the Galaxy was made up of such tiny individuals. They lit the fire of civilization. Before the Four Great Divine Spirit Pillars chose the Zhu Clan, Dongxia already existed. Weak Dongxia became strong because of the support of the Divine Spirit Pillars, but without the millions of subjects, the Divine Spirit Pillars would not have chosen Dongxia.

"The fire of civilization is made of countless pieces of firewood."

Qin Shi, like that young Deputy Commander, repeated it in unison, chewing over and pondering its meaning.

"From that moment on, I decided that what we must do would never be merely to overthrow the Ancient Empire, abolish the Last Emperor, and then establish a regime no different from the old Dongxia, relying on the corrupt Divine Spirit Pillars."

The man in the greatcoat took off his hat, revealing a face full of the marks of time, with an expression almost childlike in its innocence, his eyes full of beautiful longing:

"Yue, just wait and see. We will no longer obey the commands of the Divine Spirit Pillars, no longer serve the Zhu Clan Imperial Family as our kings. We will hand Dongxia over to every citizen, recover the territories lost and polluted, and reforge the glory that illuminates the Galaxy!"

"Without the Divine Spirit Pillars, the fire of civilization can still burn unextinguished... I will surely forge a new path, allowing countless people who think they are mere firewood to also emit their own light!"

Qin Shi listened silently, unable to help but sigh. Even a heaven-sent strong man like Qin Shuai would have unfulfilled ambitions.

The new Dongxia lasted nine millennia, but did not, as Qin Shuai said, completely break free from the control of the Divine Spirit Pillars.

Of course, the influence of the Divine Spirit Pillars was indeed greatly weakened. It was no longer like the Empire Period, when temples were built almost everywhere, idols were worshipped, and even the succession of imperial power was decided. As for the Zhu Clan Imperial Family, they disappeared from the public eye.

"Yue, you are my younger brother, and the most outstanding young person of the new Dongxia. I do not want you to see the masses as dust to be trampled underfoot. When you one day reach the end of the path and try to find a road that can be upheld, you will discover that even at the end of individual power, the Martial God will age and die, but the path that guides the masses and converges into one road is infinite and eternal."

The man in the greatcoat spoke earnestly. These insights and understandings, he had once shared with the friends and companions of the Dingge Association.

But only Old Yang and Old Xiao were willing to listen. The other few forgot it as soon as it went in one ear and out the other, and only if you forced them to roll up their sleeves and get rough would they reluctantly pay attention for a couple of sentences.

"Understood, Elder Brother. When I go back, I'm guaranteed to get full marks in political class!"

The young Deputy Commander said with a laugh.

To him, Qin Shuai was not like an elder brother, because the age gap was too great; he played more of a father's role.

"Study hard. The Great Expedition will last a long time. When you graduate from Yu Nan Military Academy, you can participate in the War Corps selection! A good man should achieve great deeds, but Elder Brother hopes even more that you start a family!"

The man in the greatcoat looked gentle, then smiled again:

"I never talk of romance in this life; I dedicate my whole life to Dongxia, striving to forge that Path of Ten Thousand People! The heavy responsibility of continuing our Qin Family Incense and carrying on the ancestral line is handed over to you."

The young Deputy Commander slapped his chest hard and said with his head held high:

"Elder Brother, rest assured! I'll learn from Old Ying, marry several wives, and have a bunch of big, fat sons!"

The man in the greatcoat shook his head:

"New Dongxia practices monogamy. Old Ying married early and comes from a great family, so it's hard to say. You kid, don't go fooling around everywhere and disgrace our old Qin Family's door style!"

The young Deputy Commander chuckled:

"Elder Brother, when I get married, I'll have you preside over the wedding and have my future wife serve you tea! When the child is born, whether a boy or a girl, you have to name them..."

The man in the greatcoat nodded:

"You say it so nicely. Settle down early. Old Xiao says you have peach blossoms at the corner of your eyes, heavy karmic ties, destined to have romantic debts. I don't know if it's true or false. He tells fortunes; ten times, maybe once is right."

The young Deputy Commander pouted:

"Uncle Xiao talks nonsense all the time. He also said I'll have great ups and downs in this life, drifting without support, that my appearance is strange, fitting some 'Celestial Omen' like 'A lone sparrow flies north, hard to live in a solitary forest.'"

The man in the greatcoat frowned:

"Old Xiao really said that? No good. Next time I return to the Imperial Capital, I'll have a good talk with him, make him change it, and come up with some auspicious words."

Qin Shi's mouth twitched. So Qin Shuai used to be the type who liked to physically subdue people.

He listened to the two brothers conversing in this Void Space, unable to help but feel a surge of emotion.

Who could have foreseen that this pair of legendary brothers, closest of kin under the Galaxy and among Dongxia...

... would end up turning against each other, fighting and killing their own kin?

And they were the only bloodline of our old Qin Family.

Becoming the Heavenly Mandate Virtual Monarch of the Zhu Clan Imperial Family, to be placed on a throne no different from a millennia-long cage.

"The vicissitudes of the world are truly unpredictable."

Qin Shi, as a "Posterity" standing at the upper reaches of time, looked at these two legendary figures who shook the Galaxy, his heart full of emotion.

"Elder Brother, you personally came to Hengzhou just to set up these few Void Altars? The Fourth War Corps' fleet has Espers as navigators; they don't need markers to find the direction of Dongxia."

The young Deputy Commander asked curiously.

"Not entirely. Every Star God is an existence at the top of the universe's food chain. Their only flaw is that their growth period is extremely long."

"Looking over the nine hundred millennia of Dongxia's existence, no Star God above the juvenile stage has ever appeared. This Star God of Hengzhou is named 'Lord of Gluttony.' It was born without a mind. I was thinking whether I could tame it and use its core to build a top-tier War Ship..."

The man in the greatcoat told it leisurely.

Tsk!

Tame a Star God!

Only Qin Shuai could say such a thing.

Qin Shi's Consciousness Sea surged violently. The spiritual resonance had lasted too long, testing his soul's endurance.

Just before it was about to be interrupted, he heard the Qin Shuai in the greatcoat say:

"Yue, carve your name here with me. I may not survive the Star God; the day you step into Grandmaster, impact Martial God, you can come here and attempt to tame the Lord of Gluttony.

I have a method……

(Chapter End)