Chapter 675: Great Xia

Time passed like water, years flew by.

In the blink of an eye, tens of years passed.

Mang was still in the appearance of a young man, tall and handsome.

But at this time, he was wearing grand imperial robes, his aura steady, like a mountain.

His figure was located at an altar.

This altar was pure white, piled very high.

In front of Mang, there were nine huge bronze tripods.

"Today... Mang hereby announces to the Heavenly God, establishing Great Xia..."

Mang's voice was like thunder, spreading all around, making the twelve princes, three hundred generals, and tens of thousands of martial arts troops behind him hear clearly.

After tens of years of fighting north and south, with the feudal technology tree and the spread of "Original Martial," the original small tribe had constantly expanded, becoming a "dynasty."

And the original youth "Mang" had also grown into a true emperor!

Even, because of his achievements in spreading technology, creating characters, and widely spreading martial arts, among the human race, his reputation was already that of a "Saint Emperor."

Fang Xing was still in the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman at this time, his power slightly condensed, and he could slightly perceive the outside world.

But it was only "perception." Wanting to move the "Eastern Zhenwu Talisman" was still something he couldn't do.

"However... this is a good trend, perhaps it will work in the future..."

"If I keep insisting like this, perhaps after countless years, I can be reborn as a human?"

"Relying on the host is not as good as relying on myself!"

"Although... they are all 'me'..."

Fang Xing's gaze turned, seeing the twelve princes standing behind Mang.

These were the twelve most powerful Great Xia martial artists who had followed Mang in his conquests.

What was surprising was that they all had some mutations to varying degrees.

Some had scales covering their bodies, some had blood-red eyes, some had arms turned into bird claws...

At first glance, one would think they were demons.

"Even with 'Original Martial' suppressing the massive swallowing of fierce beast bloodlines, the body will still produce certain mutations... Although they are benign, they look a bit like monsters."

During this period, Fang Xing also let Mang send all the fierce beast bloodlines he could collect into the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman for storage and research... and had some results.

"These fierce beasts, although born from the inspiration of the Pan Wu Dao, are too weak..."

"Or rather... the world today is too weak to support existences that are too strong..."

"Whether it is Pan Wu or me... we have all bet our hopes on the future..."

The current state, even if both sides wanted a decisive battle, they couldn't fight... Pan Wu couldn't even revive!

"However, these people absorbing fierce beast bloodline mutations represent twelve directions, perhaps they can be named 'Pan Wu Twelve Phases'? Or 'Twelve Body Alienations'? They can all be inherited by future generations..."

Fang Xing thought silently, watching Mang return to his palace, which was actually a wide earth-brick building, full of satisfaction, and start a great banquet for his ministers.

The exquisite bronze wine goblet was filled with wine, and various roasted fierce beast meats, paired with fruits and millet rice, actually had a unique flavor.

"Today Great Xia is founded, thanks to everyone's efforts... I now designate the territory where Great Xia is located as the Human Emperor's fief, and the rest of the land, everyone can take it for yourselves, as your own fiefs, hereditary and perpetual."

Mang raised the wine goblet, looked at the people below, and announced his decision.

The population of Great Xia was still too small, and even if it developed for another hundred years, it wouldn't occupy much territory.

Therefore, after setting aside enough territory for Great Xia people to live, Xia Mang generously started the enfeoffment.

"Thank you, Saint Emperor!"

One prince after another bowed.

"Father Emperor!"

At this moment, an extremely heroic youth walked into the hall, carrying a saber-toothed tiger-like fierce beast on his back: "To celebrate you becoming an emperor, I specially hunted this 'Sword Tiger Beast' as a congratulatory gift."

"This is... the Third Prince 'Zhong', right? Truly powerful!"

"Actually able to fight and kill a Sword Tiger Beast, Original Martial must have broken through to at least the fourth level..."

A group of princes praised one after another.

Mang had nine wives and seventy-two children.

In the tribal era, it was natural for the strong to have many spouses.

The bloodline of the strong should be passed down so that the tribe could be prosperous!

This "Zhong" prince was born to Mang's third wife, practiced martial arts since childhood, and was very similar to Mang.

"Father... I also hunted a 'White Spirit Deer'!"

The ministers hadn't reacted yet when another handsome prince walked into the hall, dropping a white spirit deer.

What was most surprising was that the white deer's skin, which was smoother than jade, hadn't been damaged at all.

"It's the Sixth Prince—'Jing'!"

"The White Spirit Deer represents auspiciousness, this is a great omen..."

"The key is being able to kill the White Spirit Deer without damaging the precious deer skin..."

"Haha, you are all my good children, take your seats."

Mang laughed loudly, full of satisfaction.

With life like this, what more could one ask for?

"Hehe..."

In the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, Fang Xing looked at this scene, but shook his head.

Time flew by.

Since the establishment of Great Xia, more than fifty years had passed.

Surrounding Great Xia, three hundred and twelve vassal states had been established, like stars surrounding the moon.

This day.

In the Great Xia Imperial Palace.

"Kill!"

Shouts of killing suddenly rose. Teams of soldiers wearing metal armor rushed into the palace, and they were actually from two camps.

Overnight, two princes rebelled at the same time!

Although Great Xia was established, there were still many barbaric customs left over from the tribal period.

Challenging the strongest in the tribe to take the position was also a tribal rule!

"Kill!"

"Kill the old man... his secret to immortality is mine."

"Father, don't blame me, if you don't die, how can I ascend?"

The leaders of the two armies were Zhong and Jing.

They easily killed the guards and arrived in front of the palace of the Xia Huang "Mang," who had been neglecting government affairs for many years and was said to be wholeheartedly retreating to comprehend martial arts.

The two princes looked at each other, didn't fight each other, but nodded with great tacit understanding.

Compared to decades ago, they looked very old now, their hair half black and half white, their qi and blood declining, far from what they used to be.

Rumble!

The palace gate opened suddenly, and the young-looking Mang walked out, looking at this scene, somewhat heartbroken: "You two... what are you doing?"

!

"Father, you forced us."

"Why can you exclusively enjoy the grace of the Heavenly God and stay young forever?"

Zhong and Jing roared: "Attack!"

The battle teams under their command had hunted fierce beasts all year round, cooperated tacitly, and were all powerful martial artists.

At this time, they were very confident that they could take Mang down.

But the facts were not so.

"Release arrows!"

One arrow after another carried a gale, landing on Mang's body surface, and three feet away, they were blocked by an invisible wall, like a copper wall and iron fortress.

Swish!

Mang moved, and his figure was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, only seeing one armored martial artist after another flying up.

He was like a white line, killing his way in front of Jing.

"Father... you?"

Jing's face was distorted by surprise, but in the end, he laughed wildly: "Haha... you really left more than one hand, even for us... haha..."

"I didn't... I just..."

Mang's body trembled, and he couldn't speak.

He possessed the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, and his martial arts could constantly break through, but others didn't! This was a secret he hadn't shared even with his own sons!

In the 59th year of the Great Xia calendar, the princes Zhong and Jing rebelled and were suppressed by the Xia Huang Mang alone.

In this battle, the Xia Huang Mang fought one against a thousand, revealing martial strength sufficient to suppress everything.

After this battle, the two princes were exiled, three great princes and twenty-seven generals were removed from their states because they participated in the rebellion, and tens of thousands were killed.

Spring and autumn passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years passed.

Inside the Eastern Zhenwu space.

Light flashed, and Xia Mang's figure appeared.

Only at this time, although he was wearing imperial robes, he looked very old.

Although his qi and blood were still vigorous, it seemed that in the next moment, they would collapse like a dam bursting.

"Why?"

"Why? I still can't break through?"

Xia Mang looked at Fang Xing: "You have to give me an explanation!"

"Explanation? Hmm... your martial arts are ultimately too crude, there were some errors and omissions before, the foundation wasn't perfect, and you have already entered a dead end... Otherwise, according to the limit, you should have been able to live for five hundred years, instead of dying of old age after less than three hundred years."

Fang Xing looked at Xia Mang's state and nodded.

"You knew?"

Xia Mang was like an old lion angered: "Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"I said it, in terms of martial arts, I can only provide general guidance..."

Fang Xing shook his head: "Compared to your sons who died from going crazy while practicing, or were stuck at the threshold of mortals and couldn't break through, you are already very good... You should realize that with the help of the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, your martial arts have already exceeded the limits of the era, otherwise how could you suppress so many rebellions alone?"

"Zhong and Jing's matter... you know? I clearly didn't tell you."

Xia Mang was startled.

"Yes, your two sons, strictly speaking, died because of your selfishness. Although you passed 'Original Martial' to them, they couldn't break through to a higher realm until they died... going crazy was normal, right?"

Fang Xing shook his head with a smile.

He had been an emperor after all, and understood Xia Mang hiding the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman and not telling anyone about this secret.

If it were him, he wouldn't tell anyone about his golden finger either.

To be honest, if Xia Mang had been willing to share the golden finger's ability, Great Xia would inevitably have been ten times, a hundred times more brilliant than it was now...

But in the end, it was just like this.

Fang Xing had a sense, knowing that this was the limitation of the world's origin.

The world hadn't developed to that extent, and even if it broke through the world's limitations, it couldn't go too far...

Therefore, he didn't care at all.

"Aren't you afraid that I will throw you back into the abyss, never to see the light of day again?"

Xia Mang took a step forward, suddenly kneeling: "Teacher... please save me, I don't want to die. If the teacher is willing to save me, I will inevitably treat Eastern Zhenwu as a true god, replacing the position of the Heavenly God..."

"What use is mortal faith to me?"

Fang Xing laughed dumbly: "As for throwing it, then throw it..."

Even if he couldn't move, his patience was eternal.

What's more, he also had a stake in the world's consciousness, which could guarantee that he would definitely be picked up by someone else in the future.

This is destiny!

Just like this world, it is destined for martial arts to flourish!

As a world he opened up, whether it was Pan Wu or Eastern Zhenwu, it was martial arts!

Therefore, in this world, it is destined that martial arts will constantly develop, the world's origin will constantly expand, and then it will gradually be able to accommodate more and more powerful martial artists.

In the future, martial artists carrying mountains on their shoulders, destroying mountains and filling seas, will not be delusions!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 676 =====