Chapter 913 Instrument

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Two months.

Even for Shentu City, which believed that it wouldn't be long before it could be buried at any time, two months wasn't too long, let alone Shentu Heng, who was at the peak of his prime of life.

Two months was only a blink of an eye for him.

However, these two months were extremely long for Shentu Heng.

Shentu Cheng could fully understand this nephew's thoughts.

Since the founding of the empire, these martial arts forces had been imprisoned for dozens of years. This was a period of time that they wanted to live for. During this period of time, there were old people dying and new people appearing. For the Shentu clan of the Yu Heng bloodline, this period of time had already passed for several generations.

Time can erase everything.

Some people gradually became numb in the despair year after year, and eventually became degenerate, willingly sinking.

There were such people in all the major martial arts forces, and they were also very common in the Shentu clan. They were one of the richest and most powerful martial arts inheritances in the empire, but now, there were nearly three hundred men and women in the village, and less than half of them were SS-class.

It wasn't that their talent was poor, it wasn't that their inheritance was poor. In fact, as long as they were willing to work hard, with the powerful inheritance of the Shentu bloodline, no matter how bad their talent was, they would still be able to reach the lowest threshold of SS +.

They're just slacking off.

In the monotony of day after day life there is no hope and slack off.

To these people, whether they could leave this small village or not was no longer important. It was naturally good to be able to leave, but if they really couldn't leave, they didn't have the strength to complain about anything.

But at the same time, there were also people who were always waiting for an opportunity with great ambition. They had never relaxed their demands on themselves. They were extremely eager for the outside world, eager to walk out of this village and take a look.

Shentu Heng was the representative of these people.

Ironically, Shentu Heng's father was the representative of another group of people.

Shentu Heng's father, Shentu Lie, was Shentu City's younger brother.

My brother.

Moreover, he was the most talented person in the Shentu clan of the Yu Heng bloodline in recent decades, and his talent was even much better than Shentu City's.

Even today, Shentu Cheng still clearly remembered that according to his current strength level, Shentu Lie was only 31 years old when he broke through to the World-shaking Sovereign Realm.

A 31-year-old World-shaking Realm expert.

Without the heaven-defying inheritance of the peak and balance techniques of the Xuanyuan bloodline, how many World-shaking experts could there be at this age?

At least in recent decades, excluding Lin Xuanyuan and Xuanyuan Qinghuan, there was only one person who had such accomplishments, and that person was the Emperor!

The Emperor's World-shaking grade was also built by the Atlas Clan's genetic medicines.

In Shentu City's heart, Shentu Lie's talent was definitely not inferior to the Emperor's.

The Emperor's breakthrough to the World-shaking Realm relied on genetic medicine, which seemed to be a trick, but Shentu Lie's breakthrough was also due to the fact that the Shentu Clan's inheritance was slightly stronger than the royal clan at that time.

The two were on par.

When Shentu Lie broke through to become a supreme being, Shentu City was already thirty-five years old.

At that time, Shentu City had just barely stepped into the X-class domain. The difference between the two brothers could be said to be obvious at a glance.

At that time, everyone thought that Shentu Lie would be the hope of the Shentu clan, and would also become the next clan leader of the Shentu clan. But what was the truth?

Shentu Cheng became a supreme being at the age of forty, and at that time, what was the strength of Shentu Lie, who was thirty-six years old?

Quasi-X!

Yes, it's a quasi-X class.

In just a few short years, the hopeless Shentu Lie's mind grew weaker and weaker. His state slipped at a stunning rate, from Supreme Being to X Class, then to Quasi X Class. In the end, Shentu Lie did not survive his 45th birthday and ended up depressed.

Shentu Cheng remembered that it was normal for his younger brother to die, but at that time, the most outstanding genius of the Shentu clan in decades could not even lift his sword before he died.

How pathetic?

Shentu Heng was different from his father.

Experience is different, temper is also different.

Shentu Heng, who was less than forty years old this year, had never left the village. This was the only village in his childhood, as well as the pitiful farmland at the entrance of the village. However, his generation was relatively lucky because even though they had never left this place, their father still had some experience from outside.

Fortunately, not everyone in their generation hasn't left.

In the end, there was still a person who left the village and followed the head of the empire's most powerful clan.

Thus, more or less, they knew about the world of flowers outside. It was a world of tall buildings, red lights, wine and green lights, beautiful scenery, and smooth roads.

For those of them who had been trapped in the village since birth, everything outside was heaven.

Shentu Heng had always wanted to go out and take a look.

He couldn't wait to get out.

Therefore, even in the past, when there was no hope, he was not muddled. As long as he believed, there would always be hope.

Shentu Heng had always believed in himself.

He believed that sooner or later he would become invincible.

At that time, he could go out openly and enjoy the world of flowers.

So he's been trying.

Over the countless sleepless nights, he had been angry, disappointed, hated, and hopeful. All of these emotions had become his motivation, causing him to crazily train himself and make him stronger.

What Shentu City admired the most was Shentu Heng's madness to leave this cage at all costs.

When Shentu Yue successfully left this place, Shentu Cheng felt that Shentu Yue's Shentu Heng generation was the generation with the greatest hope of leaving this place, or rather, the last hope of the Shentu clan of the Yu Heng bloodline.

This was because he knew very well that when this generation that had seen the outside world died, and when the outside world had changed from expectation to unknowns, the motivation of the Shentu clan's people to leave this place would also become less and less.

Perhaps after a generation or two, the Shentu clan would completely abandon the idea of leaving. They would abandon the martial dao they had inherited for hundreds of years, and they would become like ordinary people.

After a few decades, everyone, including themselves, forgot about the glory of the Shentu clan of the Yu Heng bloodline. Perhaps they would be allowed to leave, see the outside world, and then struggle at the bottom of society.

Was the Shentu clan of that time still the Shentu clan of today?

Shentu City didn't want to see such a situation.

If this was the case, even if he died, he wouldn't be able to die in peace.

The Shentu clan of the Yu Heng bloodline shouldn't be like that.

They should be standing at the peak of martial arts, standing high up in this world, making the Shentu clan more and more brilliant!

In the past countless years, Shentu City did not know if he had missed any opportunities, but this time, he decided not to remain silent.

"It's only two months. Can't you stand it?"

Shentu Cheng whispered as he looked at Shentu Heng, whose expression had once again become twisted and ferocious.

Shentu Heng gritted his teeth and was speechless for a moment.

He couldn't stand it!

I really can't stand it!

His childhood dream was to leave this place and see the world of flowers. All his efforts were for this dream. Now that he was about to leave, he was told that he would need to wait for another two months.

Two months, sixty days!

What would happen during this period?

Sixty days was enough to create countless variables.

Moreover, even if nothing happened in the end, Shentu Heng could not wait. During this period of time, Shentu Heng simply did not have the confidence to control himself from thinking nonsense. In this two-month period, he felt that he would even be tortured to madness.

The pain that hope had to wait right in front of him had never been experienced personally, and it was impossible for him to feel the same way.

"Two months! Why two months?!"

Shentu Heng gritted his teeth and asked, "We have already made all preparations!"

"But the Nine Continents City isn't ready yet."

Shentu Cheng shook his head and sighed, "The War God King has just returned to China. It is said that he has yet to recover from his coma and serious injuries. He must recover from his injuries before the higher ups of the empire will let you out. This is not just the intention of the royal family, even the southwest faction has made such a decision."

"I knew it. The empire still doesn't trust us."

Shentu Heng sneered, took a deep breath, and fiercely waved his fist. His eyes were scarlet red, and his face became even more ferocious. "But I'm not willing! How can I endure two months? I've been able to endure for so many years, but uncle, these two months are completely different from before!"

"Of course I know."

Shentu Cheng laughed, "That's why I'm not willing."

Shentu Heng's body trembled. He stared at Shentu Heng with a strong desire and expectation in his eyes. "Uncle, you have a way, right? You have a way to bring us out earlier, right? A week, even if it's a day earlier. Uncle, do you have a way?"

Shentu Cheng looked at the pleading gaze in Shentu Heng's eyes. His heart ached for no reason. He fiercely clenched his fists and slowly said, "It's not impossible for you to leave early. However, there are certain conditions that must be met. First, let Lin Xuanyuan's injuries heal as soon as possible, or let the war break out on the border of the empire."

Shentu Heng's lips moved, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Let Lin Xuanyuan's injuries heal as soon as possible?

They simply couldn't do such a thing. Although they were the peak martial arts inheritance, they were trapped here all day long without any family background. They couldn't help Lin Xuanyuan at all.

As for letting the war break out earlier?

Shentu Heng smiled bitterly. It was even more difficult than letting Lin Xuanyuan recover.

"You go first. Let me think about it."

Shentu Cheng was silent for a moment before he suddenly waved his hand and said calmly.

Shentu Heng bowed deeply and turned to leave.

The rain outside the door is getting heavier and heavier.

As Shentu Heng stepped forward, a large amount of mud splashed onto his trousers' legs.

Shentu City's eyes became more and more silent. After a moment of silence, he slowly stood up from his seat, got up, entered the room, and closed the door to his room.

There was no electricity in the village. After closing the door, the entire house was pitch-black, with no fingers.

Shentu Cheng fumbled for a while and found a box of matches. He lit up half of the candles on the table.

The flames swayed.

In the faint candlelight, Shentu City, who was alone, smiled very clearly in the light.

His smile continued to widen, but the resentment in his eyes that was almost crazy was already boiling.

It was a crazily smiling face that was even more venomous and twisted than Shentu Heng's, carrying endless ridicule and viciousness.

He laughed sinisterly and walked to his bed.

The floor of the house was not ceramic tiles or green tiles, but the same land as outside the village. As it rained, the land in the house became extremely soft, and the whole house was suffused with a sense of humidity and decay.

Shentu Cheng squatted down at the end of his bed and extended his hand. His aged hand directly stabbed into the dirt on the floor.

His arm gradually went deeper and deeper, and he was almost lying on the ground.

The old man carefully groped the ground. After touching it for a long time, he frowned and simply dug up all the dirt on the ground in front of him.

The mud pit on the ground grew bigger and bigger. The old man silently dug. Finally, when the ground turned into a mud pit about thirty centimeters in diameter, he finally found a pitch-black metal box at the edge of the mud pit.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a sharp glint even brighter than the candlelight in his narrowed eyes.

He held the box in his hand and slowly opened it. The contents of the box immediately entered his eyes.

It was something that should never have appeared in the village. Even the vast majority of the people in the village had never seen it before.

An instrument filled with sci-fi texture!

It was extremely thick, pitch black and square. Judging from its size, it was more like a black brick than an instrument. It was even bigger than a brick.

This instrument, which had been buried underground for an unknown period of time, was still densely lit up with signal lights. This meant that even if it had not been used for an unknown period of time, the instrument was still in a working state.

At the top of the instrument, there were two silver spots smaller than sesame seeds. They seemed to be some kind of metal. Under the illumination of the candle light, they flickered with a chilling cold light.

The resentment in Shentu City's eyes grew more and more intense. Finally, he no longer hesitated and reached out his hand to press the black button in the center of the instrument.