<h4>Chapter 2221: Chapter 2221: Memories Like Smoke</h4>
"Step seventy-three, step seventy-four..." Trent Marsh murmured as he walked, "Eighty steps, eighty-one steps."
On the eighty-first step, Trent Marsh opened his eyes.
In front of him stood the king’s throne.
The throne covered in dust.
"How can one sit on the throne without going through eighty-one tribtions?" Trent Marsh reached out and gently wiped away the dust on it.
But just as his hand was about to touch the throne, Trent Marsh stopped.
He noticed that the dust on the throne wasn’t evenly spread.
Upon closer inspection, there was indeed an impression there.
Someone had been here before and sat on the throne.
Yet this throne, those infernal beasts and people from the divine realm couldn’t even get near.
Made of pure gold and adorned with jewels!
The only ones who could sit on it were Dragon Dance and Silvio Reed!
And then, Trent Marsh.
Trent Marsh had never been here; Dragon Dance had entered the divine realm long before him.
Could it be that Silvio Reed had been here?
He gently wiped away the dust, confirming that the dust wasn’t even at all.
Someone had sat on the throne a long time ago.
"Brother Four, is that you?" Trent Marsh knelt on one knee, tears welling in his eyes.
Plop!
A tear fell onto the throne, disappearing in an instant.
Trent Marsh seemed ustomed to it, shaking his head as he stood up.
In the end, he didn’t sit on the throne.
He turned around, behind him stood rows upon rows of statues.
Among them, there was one of Trent Marsh himself.
After Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed, there were the infernal beasts.
"To think that the missing great hall from back then would appear here. What happened after I left?"
He walked as he observed.
The statues bore all too familiar faces.
Back then, they had agreed that after unifying the world, this would be the ce for their celebration.
In the end, none had foreseen that the divine realm would be created to eliminate the infernal beasts.
Infernal beasts were gradually sealed and destroyed.
Trent Marsh searched and investigated for a long time but couldn’t figure out some specifics.
He only knew that after he left, the world hadpletely changed.
The prophet, the King of Hades from the infernal realm, infiltrated the divine realm and became the Divine King.
After that, he used his power to break through barriers, leave this world, and enter the mortal world.
During the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s conquest back in the day, many great martial artists were killed, and the martial arts world nearly disappeared.
Virtually all the great martial artists were killed in battle!
The martial arts world withered under the onught of infernal beasts.
Subsequently, the battle between the divine realm and the infernal beasts further fractured this broken world.
Utterly ruined.
The civilization of the world regressed by hundreds, even thousands, of years!
The martial arts worldpletely declined.
The most devastating was that after the copse of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the martial arts world was leaderless.
Not even one individual could stand firm and lead.
The appearance of the prophet attracted a group of followers.
These individuals were granted power and began a frenzy of ughter.
Methods akin to raising parasites devastated the martial artists of the world again.
Martial arts, unity of heaven and man!
Yet in the end, martial artists were killed and purged by the God’s servants who had gained power from dark and crooked ways.
The entire martial arts world was reshuffled several times, leaving only a fraction!
Ultimately, the few God’s servants remaining from the prophet’s experiment divided the Nine Provinces!
Across the divine continent, temples were erected everywhere, everyone worshipping the gods.
Under the rule of the God’s servants, the prophet nearly controlled this world.
As the martial arts world teetered on the brink of copse.
Julius Reed appeared.
A human martial artist, unassociated with the gods, destroyed the temples, slew the God’s servants, and forced the prophet to feign death, ending that era.
After this battle, the templespletely copsed, vanishing from human memory.
The martial arts world began to revive.
Yet after the revival of martial arts, they seemed to think they could also be kings and began plotting to overthrow Julius Reed.
Completely forgetting that if not for this man, the martial arts world would have disappeared.
They were no longer independent martial artists but God’s servants!
Kneeling God’s servants.
The martial artists would bepletely enved.
But he hadn’t figured out why the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance dissolved back then.
What caused an organization filled with great masters to copse without a trace?
"Things change with time."
Trent Marsh touched the dust-covered statue and slowly walked deeper.
In an instant!
As he approached his own statue.
His mind became dazed.
The dim and colorless space suddenly brightened.
On a golden throne sat a man.
"Brother Four?"
Trent Marsh hurriedly walked over, excitedly shouting, "Brother Four, have you been here?"
Everything around seemed colored.
And visible perfectly.
It wasn’t the environment from before at all.
"Old Three, I knew you woulde. I’m too familiar with your temperament." The middle-aged man sitting on the throne said with a smiling face, "I hope you can change your temperament a bit. Really, sometimes it’s not good to be too sharp, but people, after all, should be a little spirited. I’m here, and if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you."
"Brother Four, can you tell me, what exactly happened?" Trent Marsh turned his head, looking behind him.
There, stood some people and infernal beasts.
Trent Marsh recognized all the people.
The executives of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
They managed all parts of the world, grasping the entire divine continent in their hands.
The structure was tight, with no leaks.
But the infernal beasts were notplete.
Only the dragon and the jade rabbit were in the great hall.
Trent Marsh’s heart sank.
He knew this wasn’t the real scene.
Silvio Reed excelled in predicting, in deduction, but what made him formidable wasn’t his ability to predict and deduce, but his ability to preserve a segment of memory or time.
It can be triggered under specific circumstances and enter a person’s memory.
The prophet could separate Hiddy’s memory and make her forget her mother’s death because he was created by Silvio Reed and had some abilities.
But these memories could be retrieved.
What Trent Marsh saw now was a memory.
And not the real Silvio Reed.
But even so, Trent Marsh couldn’t conceal his excitement.
Tears kept falling from his eyes.
"Old Three, the world is ever-changing, and the Heavenly Dao revolves. Even the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is not indestructible." Silvio Reed smiled, stood up from the throne with his hands sped behind his back, and pointed to the seat: "This is the heaviest position."
"Everyone wants to sit, but before sitting here, one must bear the weight of the crown. Do you know that one slight mistake can lead to the person sitting here being shattered?"
Silvio Reed raised his head, sighed, and said: "If possible, I’d rather be a simple old man, sweeping the ground, drinking tea, watching the sunrise and sunset. Old Three, I’m tired."
"The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance won’t die, even if the blueprint we crafted and the world we built copses. Remember, if we fall, there will be thousands more Ten Thousand Mountain Alliances standing up! Martial arts will never die!"
After Silvio Reed spoke, he drew the golden sword and fiercely shed forward!
Crack!
A member of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was instantly in.
"Today, you dare force me? But I tell you, forcing an abdication won’t work on me, Silvio Reed. The sky of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance won’t fall!"
Silvio Reed held up his sword, facing the once-familiar faces.