Lu Yin asked, “Is it hard to translate?”
“I’m gathering my emotions,” Twenty-Fifth said.
Lu Yin was again left confused. He found he could not see through this Twenty-Fifth at all. Were all toads strange?
“Forget it. I won’t brew anymore. If my emotions aren’t in place, I won’t appear to be reliable. I’ll translate it directly into your script,” Twenty-Fifth announced. They then started to write in the air. At this moment, they appeared to be very serious, giving off the image of someone devoted to their work.
Lu Yin stared at the writing, his gaze gradually changing.
In my life, there have been three whom this old one has admired. The first is the one who is everywhere, their name unknown and their form unseen. They watch the rise and fall of cosmic civilizations, observing the entirety of the Aevum Inch.
The second is the one who shifts the vast sea, whose wisdom is like a platter. Their existence is not spoken, as it is not convenient to reveal.
The third is the Nine Ramparts’ Wargod, Pan.
Pan, the Wargod of the human civilization’s Nine Ramparts, wielding the weapon under heaven, mounted upon the steed of time: one man, one weapon, and one horse alone guarded one side of Manifest City. He fought bitterly against civilizations until the sun and moon lost their shine, fighting across the Aevum Inch without a peer. Only two words spread, suppressing the strongest of the past and the present.
This old one will never forget how, when the Nine Ramparts met with calamity, when civilizations besieged them from all sides, when Manifest City could no longer be fully defended, at that time, it was that person who stepped forth, sitting alone to one side. With just three words: ‘I’ll do it,’ he drove back all foes, and even in death, he kept that side of Manifest City impregnable. He lived up to his name, Pan.” He was true to his name: Pan.[1]
During that battle, the Wargod always remained with human civilization. Throughout the cosmos, no being thereafter dared call themself a Wargod.
Even to this day, this old one finds it hard to glimpse just how high Pan’s realm truly must have been. With the strength of an individual, he had the courage to defend an entire civilization. This old one—Shan—admires him!
There was not a lot of writing, yet what he read left Lu Yin silent for a long time. He stared blankly at the text in the air. Even after the words fully dispersed, he still did not return to his senses.
Ancestor Shan, a super powerhouse who had resonated with three cosmic laws, the strongest creature that Lu Yin had seen thus far, had admired three beings throughout his life. One of them had been a part of the human civilization, which the toad had been unwilling to contact or interact with.
Lu Yin had clearly sensed Ancestor Shan’s aversion to humanity, and yet Pan had still managed to earn the toad’s admiration. One could only imagine how shocking Pan’s strength and behavior must have been back then.
The human Wargod, who possessed the courage of an entire civilization, had fought against all until no creature throughout the Aevum Inch had dared to call themselves a Wargod. What a heroic spirit! What overwhelming power!
Lu Yin clenched his fists. Was there truly someone who, with nothing more than their own strength, could defend an entire direction when humanity had been attacked by so many powerful civilizations?
Such confidence, such dominance! Forget human civilization; even their enemies would be conquered by such a being.
That had been the human Wargod, Pan.
“Is that all?” Lu Yin looked at Twenty-Fifth.
The toad shook their head. “That’s all. Just this much.”
Lu Yin frowned. What about the outcome? What happened to Pan? The text had included one particular line: even until death, he ensured that that side of Manifest City remained an unbreakable fortress.
Pan... died? Lu Yin’s eyes grew bloodshot, his veins bulging out more and more. He could feel Pan’s dominance, as well as the man’s loneliness. He had defended an entire side on his own. No one had been able to help him.
All he had relied on were the words “I’ll do it.” From the moment he had spoken those few words to his death, he had known only his own battlefield, which had belonged to him alone.
Lu Yin’s emotions surged. How he wished he could return to that ancient era and join that war to stand at Pan’s side. Even if it was only to hold his weapon for him, Lu Yin would be willing.
Looking up at the stars, it was certain that Pan had not been the only powerhouse to die for the sake of human civilization. How many must have died during that war? How many had bled for their civilization to continue? And yet there had also been those who had betrayed their own kind, turning everyone else’s efforts into a bubble that had popped.
Hong Xia! Hong Xia! Killing intent spread across the universe from Lu Yin’s eyes. No matter how great the price, he would kill Hong Xia, as well as Obscura, the Plume Immortals, and the Death Megaverse. He would go after all who had besieged the Nine Ramparts and destroyed humanity’s legacies, toying with humanity. Lu Yin would not let a single one go.
Twenty-Fifth silently retreated. What intense killing intent. I will be reliable and retreat a bit more.
1. Pan (磐) means a massive rock or boulder, symbolizing steadfastness, immovability, and unshakable defense. ☜