Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 619 Dust
"——How much time has passed?"

Song Shi rubbed his eyebrows and when he opened his eyes again, the man dressed as a scholar was still sitting on the sofa, looking at him lazily.

One of the leaders of the [Society of the Silent], the fifth ring [Revelation], "The Pretender", Mortimer Condetans.

"One day." Mortimer pulled out a pocket watch from somewhere and shook it. "To be more precise, it was 23 hours, 56 minutes and 27 seconds."

"The ratio of [Infinity of All Things] to real time is three to one?" Song Shi exhaled: "My perception of time has passed for three days."

The discomfort caused by the decline of spiritual energy disappeared, and the overwhelming power of the fourth ring [Great Source] flowed into the heart again. With just a thought, it could be transformed into a ferocious sea of ​​fire that destroyed everything.

No longer the vanguard officer of the Beitian Army, Zhang Er.

But it is Nan Dou, Song Shi.

"This involves a very complicated conversion formula." Mortimer spread his hands and said, "According to the records of the Silent Society, the highest record of time difference in the Infinity of All Things is six years to one day."

"Let's put this aside for now." He snapped his fingers and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Which era did the history of the New Heavenly Army and the Seven Supreme Sects take place in?" Song Shi did not answer but asked another question first.

"That's not a very professional way of asking." Mortimer stroked his chin. "There's more than one way to divide eras. For example, when does a dynasty fall? When the capital is lost? When the royal power falls into another's hands? When no direct descendants are left? What if—"

Song Shi interrupted: "Speak human language."

"Five thousand six hundred years ago, the last Heavenly Emperor died in battle, symbolizing the destruction of the [Zhongtian Divine Court]. The East Continent entered the [Shangzong] era, and the psychic group, which used the sect as an organizational form, maintained its rule for one thousand four hundred years."

Song Shi nodded: "The New Heaven Army ultimately failed."

"Declarative," Mortimer confirmed. "That's predictable, isn't it?"

"The strength of the New Heaven Army is not bad. If it just wants to carve out a territory and establish a kingdom, the Supreme Sect will probably come to congratulate it in person." Song Shi said indifferently: "But the New Heaven Army does not want to carve out a territory and establish a kingdom."

"When it comes to the struggle for the Great Dao, there is no room for negotiation. It must be a fight to the death. The New Heavenly Army is no match for the Seven Supreme Sects. What will be its final fate?"

"The Northern Army was defeated in the Liyuan battle, and a large number of remnants were killed or captured in the subsequent pursuit. In the end, only one in ten of the Southern Army managed to escape." Mortimer sighed, "The most fatal point is that their fifth-ring psychic was outnumbered by two and suffered serious injuries, and fell into a two-year long sleep."

"During this vacuum period, the Seven Supreme Sects went all out. Although the New Heavenly Army achieved some local victories, the main force was still defeated in the end. They subsequently scattered to various places. From time to time, there were some uprisings under the banner of the New Heavenly Army, but they never gained momentum."

"Thirty-seven years later, the last uprising army claiming to rebuild the New Heaven was wiped out, and the 'New Heaven Army' that lasted for sixty-four years completely withdrew from the historical stage of East Continent." Mortimer shrugged: "Of course, there were actually some New Heaven Armies later, but they were just irrelevant products that were found in history books and simply borrowed a name."

"But if you want"

Mortimer smiled brightly: "I think you are now qualified to claim that you are the only legitimate descendant of the New Heavenly Army in Terra."

"Rebuilding a new sky. Over the past thousands of years, Donglu's sky has been rebuilt countless times." Song Shi did not comment: "What did Xiao Changlie say?"

"Historically, he died at the hands of Bi Qing while trying to cover the evacuation of his troops. By the way, except for a small number of people who evacuated in advance on war horses, the Shangzong executed all the remaining members of this army as a warning to others."

"After all, I was just one step short of that. I failed to break through the destined death."

Song Shi exhaled, and the face with red pupils appeared unconsciously in front of him. The conversation in the mountain breeze was vivid in his mind, making him suspect that this was real history that had really happened. "What about the upper clan?"

"It's not cheap to hire me as a history tutor." Mortimer complained, and said, "The Seventh Supreme Sect, oh, should I say the Eighth Supreme Sect, had a fierce conflict while preaching to each other that 'serving the people' in the East Continent. This eventually led to a century-long civil war among the Supreme Sects, causing the original order of immortals and mortals to go out of control."

"Let me think about how to say that word. Yes, the era of great contention brought a large number of talented people. Anyway, after a not-so-short period of chaos and war, six of the great clans perished, and East Continent entered an era of confrontation between the 'Great Zhou' and the 'Great Yan' dynasties."

Mortimer clapped his hands maliciously. "If you go to the East Land Republic now, you will see that there are many noble families who claim to be related to these two dynasties. Their ancestors served as dukes or kings in these two dynasties. They are extremely noble."

"The Silencer, who symbolizes absolute neutrality, has learned to be disgusted?" Song Shi laughed and asked back.

"The above words are just Mortimer Condetans' personal opinions, and are only used for popular science." Mortimer shook his index finger: "My friend, please don't read too much into it."

Song Shi didn't say anything.

He leaned slightly on the sofa, and after a few breaths, he suddenly sneered.

"It doesn't make any sense," he commented.

".oh?"

Mortimer leaned forward a little, and at some point, the playful expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a solemnity that was incompatible with his image.

"tell me the story?"

"Even if Xiao Changlie was injured, he made a hesitant 'Red Swordsman' like him. It wouldn't even take a thousand years. After a few hundred years, I'm afraid no one would remember him. The chivalrous deeds, beliefs, and choices that I, Captain Xiao, once carried out with my sword will no longer be remembered."

Song Shi shook his head: "Even those high sects that once dominated the world, thousands of years later, if it weren't for the [Infinity of All Things], they would just have a 'little impression! It seems that such a thing did exist in the past', that's all."

"There were at least a dozen scattered troops like Xiao Changlie at the same time." Mortimer said, "--Xiao Changlie led two thousand cavalrymen under his command, broke out of the siege at night and fled south to the Great Mud Mountain, but failed. He was killed by Bi Qing, the 'Qing Tingzi' of the Lingxiao Tianfeng of the Upper Sect. Seven days later, all his men were killed."

"Xiao Changlie's last moments were just these few words."

"But people are not words or numbers. Zhang Er, Wei Xuan, and Meng Heibo are just all these people. Everything has disappeared in the dust of history, and no one knows about it." Song Shi said: "In the face of time, no matter how incredible, sacred and magnificent the great deeds were, they will become an insignificant corner of history."

"The Silent Ones learn to respect history." Song Shi said slowly, "For the first time, when you asked me to enter the node of the Great Mud Mountain, that was what you meant."

Mortimer nodded slightly.

"But so what?"

“——I don’t respect history.”

Under the man's gaze, Song Shi slowly stretched out his hand. He met the other's gaze, and there was no sign of retreat in his red-gold pupils.

"History, after all, is something that is created by me. It is a product of my hands."

“History should respect me.”

(End of this chapter)