King Huan Hua conquered all directions, destroyed the Xuanyuan tribe in the east, pacified the barbarians in the south, and established the Great Huan Dynasty. He reigned for thirty-four years and then turned into a god, riding a chariot with eight dragon horses, and left with a mighty fighting spirit. The historians recorded the details of the situation at that time and left behind various legends.
His grandson Chongbai, witnessed by the princes and dukes, and worshipped by thousands of princes and people from the royal family, walked up the many steps with bronze tripods on them and sat on the throne.
Amidst the roar of the mountains and the sea, Zhong Bai, dressed in a crown and robe, had a solemn look in his eyes. He finally understood the feeling of his grandfather Huan Hua sitting on this throne. Under this throne was royal power, as well as swords and a sea of fire.
Chongbai became the second King Huan of the Great Huan Dynasty and the common ruler of the world.
The succession of royal power in the Dahuan Dynasty came to an end amidst stormy waves and narrow escapes.
King Huan re-compiled the history book and wrote a chronicle for King Huan Hua. The great witch Ji Yun became a stroke in the history book and was lightly mentioned, leaving only the vague record of his rebellion and death.
Also recorded in the book are the wars to attack Xuanyuan in the north and to destroy the barbarians in the south, as well as the prosperous atmosphere of Xundu. Also recorded in the history books are such figures as Qingguo Hou, Jia Guobo, Wu Jihe, the great priest of Xuanyuan State, and Fu Zifeng of Xundu Academy. Some of them are mentioned in great detail, while others are only mentioned briefly.
Innumerable turbulent wars, heroic spirits, or conspiracies and intrigues have been transformed into plain and simple written history.
But all this has nothing to do with ordinary human civilians. All they want is peace, land, and the ability to survive.
Dahuan completely entered a period of peaceful and stable development, and peace descended on the earth. The princes, governors, and tribal chiefs who had been ready to make moves left Xundu and returned to their own fiefdoms, cities, and tribes.
The city of Xundu has regained its prosperous scene, with thousands of people passing in and out of the city gates. This month's market is about to begin again, but on the North Street, not far from the Xundu Academy, shops selling sundries have begun to appear. This may be the first fixed shop in the Mountain and Sea Realm.
Everything reveals new life and vitality, making people feel that history is moving forward in great strides.
Old oxen pulled goods, common people, barefoot and wearing linen clothes that only reached their knees, carried packages or drove sheep into the house, and slaves were repairing the houses that had been burned down during the chaos.
Thousands of acres of fertile fields can be seen in the distance outside the city. Farmers are tending the wheat fields under the scorching sun, and children are running in the wheat fields holding foxtail grass, playing and laughing innocently.
Three magical horses accompanied the endless stream of people out of Xundu City and stepped onto the road outside.
Sitting on the horses were three people dressed differently, two thin and one fat, wearing the short clothes commonly used by the shamans and priests in Xundu. They pulled the reins and walked slowly along the road, admiring the most primitive ancient Dahuan scenery and people along the way.
"The vicissitudes of life are nothing but a dream!"
“Who would have thought that I, Old Jia, was once a member of the human race and fought bloody battles to determine its fate!”
Walking out of Xundu, Jia Yi seemed to become particularly emotional. He witnessed the deification of King Huan, with whom he had once fought together, and watched the new king ascend the throne, give up his fiefdom and the status of Earl of Jia. It seemed as if his heart had been baptized again.
Qingyang lamented the passing of time: "Tengsheng may not be able to live long enough to go back with us. He is old, and this may be his last few years!"
Fang Xiu rode on his horse, moving forward leisurely, carrying a bamboo hat on his back. He brought it with him when he entered Xundu, and he also took it with him when he left: "He has spent his whole life in this world. Perhaps compared to the present world, this place has become his home!"
The time spent in the Mountain and Sea Realm is also counted towards one's lifespan, but for those of them who have bathed in the blood of Kun, their lifespan is limited to two hundred years, like that of sorcerers who have mastered magical powers. Others do not have this treatment.
The three of them traveled through the royal territory, saw large groups of villages and towns on the way, and finally arrived at the edge of the royal territory. Further ahead were vast stretches of wild mountains and seas, and the occasional feudal states, cities and tribes.
However, the magical horse under his crotch was a tribute from the northern princes. It can run on mountain roads as if it were flat ground, so it is quite useful.
The three of them ran all the way, carrying a pot of wine, drinking and chatting, looking comfortable and carefree. After the previous person finished drinking, he would throw it to the next one.
The evening breeze from the roadside made them sway sideways, as if they might fall off their horses at any time, and they laughed wildly and shouted angrily all the way.
The three of them were no longer young, and having spent so much time in the Mountain and Sea Realm, they had already passed middle age. But at this moment, they felt the pleasure of being young in fine clothes and riding horses, full of vigor and vitality. That feeling of not fearing any challenge and being full of heroic spirit returned to them again.
At the end of the avenue, there are three forked roads, as if they were specially prepared for the three of them.
The three men drove their horses to the fork in the road and immediately pulled the reins, as if they knew it was time to part.
The setting sun cast a blood-red color, casting long shadows on the trees along the road.
The three of them looked at each other in silence for a moment, but they couldn't help but laugh together.
"It's time to say goodbye again!" Qingyang pulled the reins, led the horse in a circle, looked at Fang Xiu and Jia Yi,
"Why pretend to be sad! We will meet again one day!" Fang Xiu held the reins with one hand, raised the wine jug, squinted his eyes, and showed a free and easy smile.
After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the jar in one gulp, then threw it out, breaking it into pieces.
"Eight years later, on the edge of the South China Sea in Dongzhou, the land of Qing Kingdom!" After saying this, Jia Yi whipped his horse whip and rushed out first.
Qingyang nodded to Fang Xiu, then walked along another fork in the road.
Fang Xiu took off the bamboo hat on his back, put it on his head, shouted angrily, whipped the horse and set off.
The three horses galloped along the road at the fastest speed, raising dust all the way. In the wisps of dust, the figures of the three people gradually disappeared at the end of the sky in a fork in the road under the setting sun.
A year later, Qingyang opened a Taoist temple on Taishou Mountain, east of Dahuan, and called himself Qingyang Sanren. He recruited many disciples and preached in all directions.
In the surrounding human tribes and cities, there are frequent incidents of monsters attacking the cities and evil creatures harming people. This is the boundary between humans and monsters, and the conflict between the two sides is extremely serious.
Qingyang Sanren often went down the mountain to drive away evil spirits and monsters and protect the people. Naturally, some people with outstanding talents in the tribes were noticed by Qingyang Sanren and selected to enter the Taoist temple to become boys.
Then he would select the best boys from among them and accept them as disciples to preach the gospel.
Jia Yi searched all over the north and opened up a cave in a mountain full of spiritual energy, which he called Lingshu Mountain. He called himself the Qi Refiner Jia Yi, and he recruited many disciples to create a lineage of Qi Refiners.
The north is an area with a dense human population, and there are many vassal states and governors. There are also many disciples for Jia Yi to choose from, but there is also a lot of competition. It is easy to come into conflict with various groups of witches and shamans. Moreover, no one knows whether the Xuanyuan Kingdom, which has long since withdrawn from worldly affairs and closed its mountain gates, will reappear on that day.
Further north, there are vast territories that humans have never set foot on, and no one knows what is hidden there.
In the south, the annexation and wars between various vassal states and tribes became increasingly fierce.
At this moment, a large bone ship with a lonely lamp hanging on it crossed the vast and dark sea and arrived at the legendary Youdu Fairy Island.