Master of Fangcun Chapter 68: The Heavenly Being Turns the Old Page

Li Shun looked out in every direction. Everywhere his eyes could reach was drenched in a dark crimson glow of death.

Countless streams of pale ash surged upward in reverse, rushing toward the shattered heavens.

Wave after wave of world-breaking roars battered against his ears.

The descendant of the Jun Clan had already vanished without a trace, yet his final words continued to echo through the collapsing world.

“The Great Jun’s destiny bears witness to these words.”

“Look upon today’s Imperial Mausoleum. For whom shall they beco broken graves…”

“Just wait and see, when tomorrow cos for the Xuanhuang world—whose realm under heaven will it ultimately beco!”

“Shentu Xin, madman of the Great Jun, leaves behind this final proclamation!”

…

“Shentu Xin… so that was the na of the Jun Clan descendant?”

Jiang Chongguang stared blankly at the place where the figure had disappeared, murmuring to himself.

Even though he could not accept those heretical doctrines that defied all orthodoxy, Shentu Xin’s willingness to die for his convictions, that utterly resolute march toward death, still shook him to the core.

What Li Shun cared about, however, was Shentu Xin’s final sentence.

“Just wait and see, when tomorrow cos for the Xuanhuang world—whose realm under heaven will it ultimately beco…”

“Xuanhuang… could this be the original na of this world before the Great Qian unified everything?”

Before he could think further, his thoughts were interrupted by a terrifying roar beyond description.

It sounded like the heavens themselves splitting apart. The majestic rumble exploded within his heart, causing Li Shun’s entire body to tremble violently.

He could clearly see that with Shentu Xin’s death, the burning of this world had finally reached its end.

As though it could no longer sustain the existence of an independent realm, the entire sky let out a mournful cry that chilled the soul before collapsing downward by a massive degree.

The heavens thundered.

The earth quaked.

Sky and land seed on the verge of rging back into one.

“This disturbance is far too massive. Once the matter is exposed, as long as I remain inside the Imperial Mausoleum, there’s no way I can avoid suspicion. The only option may be to use Fang Xun to report in advance that a descendant of the Jun Clan secretly infiltrated the tomb.”

Li Shun had already begun planning for the third self-reflection cycle.

At the sa ti, an unavoidable sense of doubt surfaced within him.

He had only entered Imperial Tomb Prefecture for a few days, yet he had already encountered a cataclysmic event on the scale of the Imperial Mausoleum burning.

His luck was a little too “good.”

“Could it be like what happened back in Lengshan? Have I unknowingly fallen into the sche of so great power once again?”

The thought involuntarily arose in Li Shun’s mind.

While his thoughts churned endlessly, the Imperial Mausoleum also arrived at its final mont.

Yet just then…

Within the collapsing black heavens, a blinding radiance suddenly burst forth.

Li Shun instinctively looked upward.

A pair of gigantic golden hands, wrapped in dazzling divine light, violently tore open the sky and descended from above.

The enormous hands reached deep into the world of the Imperial Mausoleum, as though grasping hold of sothing before giving a slight pull.

Li Shun instantly felt the world spinning around him.

It was not an illusion.

Rather, the entire world itself seed to have been lifted up and tilted sideways in midair.

And it was still slowly turning.

Li Shun stared on in horror.

The entire Imperial Mausoleum world appeared to transform into a radiant, flowing page of an invisible book.

Then, with effortless ease, the golden giant hand in the heavens flipped the page over.

At the very instant the page was about to fall—

A feeling incomparably familiar to Li Shun surged wildly within his heart.

It was astonishingly similar to the sensation he experienced whenever he activated [Threefold Self-Reflection], that reversal of ti itself.

“This is…”

Before Li Shun could think further, darkness swallowed his vision whole.

…

The nights in Dongshan Town were deathly silent.

At first, Li Shun was still sowhat dazed. But as the apocalyptic scenes of the Imperial Mausoleum collapsing beneath the burning flas of Life Qi Calamity Fire rapidly flashed through his mind, he fully regained clarity.

“So the Threefold Self-Reflection activated?”

“No… this point in ti is…”

“Imperial Calendar, Sixth Month, Fifteenth Day. The day before Shentu Xin, heir of the Jun Clan, burned the Mausoleum!”

“If this were truly the rewind of Threefold Self-Reflection, I should have returned to the very mont I first entered the Imperial Mausoleum.”

“Then what exactly…”

Li Shun frowned deeply. He discovered that he seed to have forgotten sothing important.

His mories stopped only at the mont when Imperial Mausoleum Commandery descended into utter destruction, and a pair of enormous golden hands tore apart the heavens as they descended from above.

“After that…”

Li Shun tried hard to recall what had happened, yet it was as though so unseen force was influencing and manipulating his thoughts. No matter how he racked his brain, he could not rember anything further.

But Li Shun did not give up so easily.

“Sothing is interfering with my mind.”

“In that case.”

His eyes flickered. In an instant of racing thoughts, his consciousness had already entered the Fangcun space.

The mont his awareness entered, the missing mories imdiately resurfaced.

It was as if he once again saw that page which encompassed the entirety of the Imperial Mausoleum world.

Li Shun’s heart trembled violently.

“A page turning back… reversing the flow of ti…”

One sentence Shen Qinghe had previously used to describe the Imperial Mausoleum suddenly surfaced in his mind:

“The Mohists oversee its construction, Military strategists guard it, Legalists supervise it, Yin-Yang practitioners nurture its rhythm of laws and qi, and Historians inscribe Immortality.”

“The Historians inscribe immortality…”

Li Shun softly repeated those five words.

Previously, Li Shun had rely assud that the Historians’ role was to record the various events surrounding the construction of the Imperial Mausoleum—the immortality of the written word.

He had never imagined that it truly ant exactly what the words implied.

“The entire Imperial Mausoleum resembles a book. Even if it suffers complete destruction and annihilation, its pages can simply be turned backward to return to the past.”

“In a certain sense, it truly can be called immortal.”

“This thod… is not unfamiliar to .”

“The Heavenly Being Codex!”

Li Shun instinctively looked toward the complete stone statue within the Fangcun space.

The rewind caused by the Imperial Mausoleum Commandery turning the Heavenly Being Codex pages had failed to affect anything within Fangcun.

The central core region still remained divided into three sections. Moreover, Li Shun had already expanded another one-fifth outward on both sides.

“The Heavenly Being Writing the Codex is a divine ability belonging to the Sage of the Historian School.”

“Turning falsehood into reality, creating history from emptiness. It possesses the power to create an entire real world.”

Li Shun slowly recalled everything the stone statue had revealed to him regarding the Heavenly Being Codex.

Suddenly, a flash of enlightennt surged through his mind.

“Perhaps what I encountered within the Imperial Mausoleum was not true ti reversal in the strict sense.”

“Rather… the resetting of an entire world.”

“And this reset may only be limited to the world of the Imperial Mausoleum itself, not the entirety of Great Qian.”

After suffering repeated upheavals and even witnessing the destruction and resetting of an entire world, Li Shun’s thoughts were montarily chaotic.

However, once he carefully reviewed everything that had happened since entering the Imperial Mausoleum from within the Fangcun space, the threads of the matter gradually beca clear once more.

“First, one thing must be established. I am still within the second reflection of Threefold Self-Reflection.”

“The ‘day’ of Threefold Self-Reflection is calculated according to one day in the Great Qian world, which equals seven days within the Imperial Mausoleum World.”

“The day I first entered the Imperial Mausoleum was the thirteenth day of the sixth month. Under normal circumstances, the second reflection would only end after a complete seven days had passed. That would be the nineteenth.”

“But…”

Li Shun recalled what he had previously experienced.

“On the sixteenth day of the sixth month, Shentu Xin, heir of the Jun Clan, intruded into the Imperial Mausoleum. He ignited the Life Qi accumulated by billions of clay effigies within the mausoleum, burning apart the tomb earth itself.”

“Forcing the Heavenly Being Codex to turn back its pages and return to the previous day, the fifteenth.”

“One trip backward and forward effectively erased two entire days out of thin air.”

“But this only affected changes within the Imperial Mausoleum realm. The outside world of Great Qian should not have been influenced.”

“If my guess is correct, the second reflection of Threefold Self-Reflection will still end at the predetermined ti. Originally it should have lasted until the nineteenth, but now it should conclude on the seventeenth.”

“There are still two days remaining.”

For the mont, he had finally sorted out the situation in his mind. Yet imdiately afterward, another concern arose within him.

“If Imperial Mausoleum Commandery were rely a completely sealed world, then things would be simple enough.”

“But it still maintains countless connections with Great Qian.”

“During these reset days, outsiders entered from outside the realm. People like Shentu Xin… and Jiang Chongguang.”

“What exactly happens to them?”