"Back then, I told you all that I would lead you ho."
"Although we have a ho, the world is not yet settled. Should we make others holess? Today, I have three regrets unfulfilled. I offer these regrets as sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, to let them know our original aspirations."
"Today, we offer sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, everyone, accompany !"
He drew the bow, with the arrow aid at the highest peak beyond the Eighteen States of Jiangnan. This mountain was magnificent, its cliffs towering high. Li Guanyi’s arrow suddenly soared through the air, the arrow like a beam of light tearing across the hundred-mile distance.
The sea of clouds dispersed, the arrow heavily embedded into the mountain rock, as if the winter clouds were split open, rolling and surging to both sides.
Li Guanyi’s voice extended forth: "Sacrifice to Heaven."
"I have yet to—"
"Pacify the world!"
The first words, a prelude with majestic vigor.
Nan Hanwen felt his scalp tingle.
The Qilin Army raised their weapons in unison, shouting: "Wind!"
Their ideals were reforged anew.
Li Guanyi picked up the second arrow, the arrow like a dragon, followed suit, piercing the mountain rock, the deep, ominous voice like thunder sweeping across the land. Li Guanyi’s voice was deep and slow, with the realm of a Nine Layers Heaven Grandmaster, he swept across Heaven and Earth.
"The second regret, offered to Earth, I have not yet nourished the people."
The eyes of the Qilin Army soldiers were bright, they stepped forward half a step, shouting:
"Wind!"
Li Guanyi took out the third arrow, placed it on the bowstring, he gazed between Heaven and Earth. By this ti, the world had beco austere and vast, he shot the arrow, the final arrow like a light, fiercely embedding, landing on the mountain rock.
Unchanged in heart as his youthful self.
Thy heart as iron, my heart as iron.
To the people of the world, emperors and generals are enough.
Our dreams.
Are greater than this.
Softly spoke: "The third, offering to humans."
"I have not yet, established taiping!"
Nan Hanwen’s body was rigid, he nearly in agony, resigned with fate, closed his eyes—pacifying the world, nourishing the people, establishing taiping, this grandeur almost smashed against his defenses ti and again.
Like a nightmare entangling this body.
The Qilin Army soldiers raised their weapons high in unison, responding: "Great Wind!!!"
Three arrows released, offering to Heaven, Earth, and humanity, with grandeur unmatched by simple rituals, Prince Qin gripped the Divine Bow. He watched as the arrows embedded into the mountain rock, the Nine Layers Heaven Grandmaster, Divine Weapon Breaking Cloud Sky-shattering Bow.
Before any restlessness appeared in the Qilin Army, swept away by the three arrows.
This Crowning Ceremony would imprint [Unify the World][Protect the people][Seeking Peace] onto the Qilin Army, like an imprintnt. These three arrows shot into the mountain rock, also shot into the hearts of the Qilin Army.
Prince Qin holding the bow and arrows, Nan Hanwen and the others could only see the King’s silhouette.
Beneath the jade pin, black hair swayed slightly.
Henceforth, even if he himself is no more.
Adhering to the vow of these three arrows, the regret of three arrows of the Qilin Army.
They could still maintain peace, still protect the people.
If looking to unify the world, one must regard oneself like fire, shedding self.
Prince Qin’s sleeves billowed, with great dignity, that old scholar from the Ministry of Rites was stunned, feeling that this familiar world and its rules, under these three arrows, completely collapsed, he spoke, teeth trembling, saying:
"What, what is your intention."
"Ritual and law restrain the human heart; they are the foundation of this world, are you going to destroy everything?"
Prince Qin turned to look at the old man, replying:
"That which is decayed will ultimately decay; how can there be anything between Heaven and Earth that is eternally unbroken?"
"Today’s new becos tomorrow’s old."
"Only change remains unchanged."
"My master’s Elder Zu once said, all things and all techniques, only change cannot change."
That great Confucian scholar, unwilling, said:
"But, ritual and laws are precisely the foundation that maintains this world."
Li Guan said: "Neither you nor I can speak on matters as grand as the world, but if as the elder says, those rituals that bind human hearts, establish order and rank, and uphold distinctions between high and low are the foundation of this world."
Prince Qin said: "Then, please let the world."
"Go to die."
A simple statent.
With thunder rumbling, that old scholar from the Ministry of Rites, and the old scholarly Confucians were struck with panic and fear, Nan Hanwen’s expression was dazed, unknowingly lost where he was, only at this mont, under Prince Qin’s disposition, under those affairs, finally, part of it was revealed.
That unbeatable enemy, that impossible feat, that unreachable dream.
For the scholars and Confucians of the world, witnessing this dream of grandeur, how could they not dive in like moths to a fla?
The reasoning for a great man to act.
Is it necessarily only when there is certainty?
Li Guanyi reached out his hand, he didn’t take hold of the Jade Seal, but rely raised the wine cup beside him, his mind sketched the Nine Provinces Tripod, thus Jiangnan’s Tripod, Southwest Tripod, and the Western Regions Tripod suddenly sounded unceasingly.
Wen Lingjun and Yan Daiqing exchanged a glance.
In each other’s eyes, they saw a natural, mild pride.
The Nine Scholarly Palace Sons, the fierce generals from all directions, Yan Daiqing, Breaking Army, all were the arrogant figures of this era, differing in temperant. If it weren’t for that person’s presence, these contemporary heroes would surely draw swords and engage in conquest.
But at this mont, it was undeniably different.
Beneath the Qilin, fierce beasts followed—
Previously, what Li Guanyi intended to do had already been sent to all directions through Flying Eagle ssengers, thus, at the farthest city in the Western Regions, the knight on horseback wiped the frost and snow off his face, listening to the desolate and austere sound of the cauldron.
He took an object from the pouch on his back.
A crimson existence like fire, unfolded across the vast prairie, his expression serene and respectful, planted the crimson Qilin Army battle flag into the city.
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