Tang Xiaojie stepped onto this land, which was clearly a battlefield that had recently witnessed a fierce battle. Moreover, it was the aftermath of a large-scale army confrontation. Countless corpses of soldiers lay strewn about, blood pooling in the lower parts of the terrain. The scene was filled with dead bodies and weapons, severed limbs, and lingering fires. The overwhelming bloodshed made Tang Xiaojie, who had lived in a civilized world for over twenty years, feel nauseated. Yue Nannan stood frozen, equally stunned by the scene. Zhuzi tried to control his emotions, hoping to use his elder-brotherly calmness to soothe Xiaojie and Nannan's unease. However, he couldn't manage it; he was the first to vomit at the sight. At this critical moment, Master Wang displayed the demeanor befitting a Sword Immortal. He patted Zhuzi's back and said to everyone, "It seems my master deliberately brought us here a few years earlier. This should be the era of the battle between the Emperors Yan and Huang and Chiyou. Perhaps this is what my master meant by letting us see the truth and survive."

Hearing this, Zhuzi, still retching, said, "I really don't understand what the Upper Immortal means! I made it clear to him that we came for the divine weapon, the Extreme Heaven Blade. He sent us to the time of war. How can we get the weapon? If we take it, how can Yan and Huang defeat Chiyou?"

Yue Nannan, having calmed herself a bit, said, "Don't say that. The Upper Immortal must have his reasons for doing this. I trust Master Yuandun; he is the wisest person I respect the most. He wouldn't do anything wrong."

Xiaojie, listening to their conversation, didn't express any opinion. He thought, "Since we're already here, we should figure out our current situation and understand the specifics of this era."

Master Wang, alert, glanced around and made a "shh" gesture, lowering his voice. "Speak softly. The battlefield is very close. Although the battle here is over, I can still hear the sounds of fighting."

Everyone strained their ears to listen carefully. It seemed there were indeed sounds of fighting.

By now, Zhuzi had also regained his composure. It wasn't that he had adapted to the gruesome scene but rather that he had nothing left to vomit; his stomach seemed empty.

Zhuzi, gathering his strength, pointed, "There are torch shadows moving over there."

It was dark, and being new to this unfamiliar environment, they couldn't tell directions. The best way to understand their current situation was to find someone to ask. After all, they were all Chinese, and even if there were differences in writing, they should understand the spoken language. The group exchanged glances and moved cautiously towards the battlefield.

After walking about a kilometer, they stopped at the edge of a forest. The battlefield was in this forest, and the sounds indicated that the fighting parties were not large. They quietly approached the forest edge and peered in. Two groups, each with around a hundred people, were engaged in a fierce fight. Both groups wore coarse cloth clothes and straw sandals. Their weapons seemed to be made of wrought iron, not sharp but heavy enough. These people were tall, averaging about two meters, with well-built bodies. At first glance, they seemed like Westerners but upon closer look, they weren't, as both groups had yellow skin. The screams and curses of the wounded confirmed they were definitely Chinese. No wonder many ancient Chinese clothes and fossilized skeletons were found to be very tall. It seemed ancient Chinese were not physically inferior to Europeans; perhaps modern Chinese have degenerated.

As the two sides fought evenly, the battlefield changed. From one side of the forest, a large ambush force appeared. This new force was larger than the combined numbers of the current combatants. The leader of this reinforcements was particularly striking: a giant nearly five meters tall, strong and muscular, clad in shiny black steel armor. He had long, curly hair on his back, and a single horn on his forehead, like a rhino's. He wielded a giant two-handed greatsword. When this monster led his troops into battle, the side that had been fighting immediately turned and fled in terror at the sight of him, shouting, "Run, Chiyou is here!"

This monster was indeed the legendary God of War. According to legend, wherever he went, corpses piled up, and he left no life behind. Xiaojie and his companions witnessed this firsthand. As the fleeing soldiers turned to run, Chiyou thrust his sword into the ground and stretched out his arms, palms down. He chanted a rapid incantation, and within two seconds, gates of elemental energy opened from the ground. From these gates emerged countless fire demons that pounced on the fleeing soldiers. In moments, the battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse. With the addition of these demons, no mortals could stand against them. Indeed, wherever the God of War went, no life remained! Several times, Xiaojie wanted to intervene to stop the demons from killing his compatriots or, rather, his ancestors, but Master Wang stopped him each time. Master Wang, being very calm, saw that Chiyou's ability to summon so many fire demons in just over two seconds meant his elemental powers were on par with Master Yuandun's. Intervening now would be futile. Moreover, they were from the future; how could they have the right to alter history?

In no time, the battlefield returned to its natural quiet. The fire demons knelt before Chiyou, and one of the fire demon leaders said, "Great God, our task is complete."

Chiyou glanced at them. "You've done well. Take these souls and use their power to help your king achieve liberation soon. Send my regards to him!"

The fire demon leader looked up at Chiyou, "Great God, thank you for your generosity. Our king asked me to remind you that the counterattack by the Emperors Yan and Huang is about to begin. They have already obtained the Extreme Heaven Blade." After saying this, the fire demon leader gave a barely noticeable sinister smile. He then ordered his subordinates to collect the souls of the dead and prepare to leave.

Chiyou fell into deep thought.

From this dialogue, it could be inferred that Chiyou was an ally of the fire demon king, Lujifuer. It seemed the demons from the four-dimensional space hell also feared this so-called God of War. Who knows what will happen next? Clearly, many events are not recorded in historical documents and couldn't be. These details might be known to wise men like Master Yuandun. There must be some important events, and perhaps clues here might help in the future battle against Lujifuer.

The fire demons finished collecting the souls and opened several elemental gates to leave. Chiyou looked at the now-quiet battlefield and let out a roar that shook the heavens, "What is the Extreme Heaven Blade?! In Xingtian's hands, it had the power to kill the Heavenly Emperor. But in Yan and Huang's hands, how powerful can it be?! Do they think I will fear them? I will kill anyone who dares oppose me, and I will make all living beings live under my rule. Hahaha!"

After the earth-shaking roar, all surviving soldiers knelt at Chiyou's feet, bowing their heads to his power and majesty.

After his roar, Chiyou emitted waves of dark smoke that enveloped him and his soldiers. When the smoke cleared, they had all vanished from the battlefield.

Master Wang was left stunned, his mouth agape.

Yue Nannan exclaimed, "Incredible! To transfer hundreds of people simultaneously using the teleportation shield technique. His elemental power and technique are at an unprecedented level!"

Zhuzi added, "And not just that. His casting speed is astonishing. I really wonder how Yan and Huang managed to defeat him."

Tang Xiaojie, seeing his companions in shock, asked, "What should we do next? If we continue like this, we won't find any clues."

Master Wang snapped out of his shock, "This is unbelievable. Xiaojie, since you appeared, I've been constantly shocked. I thought you were the most extraordinary being I've ever seen, but seeing Chiyou, I realize anything is possible in this world. His displayed strength might even surpass my master's."

Xiaojie, unfazed, looked at Master Wang and said, "So what should we do now? What's the plan?"

"Let's go back to the battlefield we came from and see if there are any survivors. We can only continue if we find someone alive to explain the situation." Master Wang then sought everyone's opinion.

Zhuzi said, "No need for more discussion. Let's follow Master's suggestion and go check. There's no one alive here; the demons took all the souls. The previous battlefield is our only hope." With that, Zhuzi started walking back.

As the saying goes, "Heaven helps those who help themselves." In their diligent search, they indeed found a wounded but not dead survivor. Though weak, he was not in life-threatening danger. With both Master Wang and Xiaojie using healing spells, the injured man soon regained his ability to move.

Once this man recovered, his behavior surprised everyone again. They had assumed that people from over four thousand years ago would be savage and uncivilized. They didn't expect this man's conduct to upend all their preconceived notions. This man, over two meters tall, was very sturdy with a simple and honest appearance. He had a half-inch scar on his left cheek. As soon as he recovered, he knelt before Xiaojie and Master Wang, bowing deeply to express his immense gratitude and asking for

their names and tribes to repay their kindness someday.

Yue Nannan, amused by the man's actions, burst into laughter and said, "No need to be so polite. Get up. We have some questions for you."

This man, as honest as he appeared, blushed when faced with the beautiful Yue Nannan and seemed a bit at a loss. In fact, he was also curious about Xiaojie and the others. Aside from Zhuzi, the rest were much shorter, almost like children. However, their abilities were extraordinary, and their attire was even more peculiar.

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Master Wang, noticing the man's confusion, smiled at him, "Don't be puzzled. We're not from around here. We came to handle some matters. What's your name? Which tribe are you from? Why did this war break out?"

The man replied, "My name is Zhuang Gen, a warrior from the Daqiu tribe. Our leader is Yan. Because of Chiyou's constant harassment, Yan led the Daqiu tribe and Huang led the Shangqiu tribe to fight Chiyou's army. Last evening, both sides invested tens of thousands of warriors in a battle that lasted until nearly midnight. Yet, the forces of Emperors Yan and Huang still couldn't win. All my brothers died." Saying this, Zhuang Gen wept, his emotions overwhelming him, making his robust body shake uncontrollably.

Master Wang sighed deeply, thinking to himself, "Facing such an enemy and being able to stand against them is already a great show of courage. It's understandable if they can't win."

Zhuzi walked over to Zhuang Gen and patted the big man's shoulder, "Remember, as long as your spirit doesn't waver, ultimate victory will surely belong to you!"

The big man turned his head and saw the resolute look in Zhuzi's eyes, seemingly regaining his confidence and courage. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, we will win. We still have warriors, and we still have the great leaders Yan and Huang. Yan and Huang have already found the Extreme Heaven Blade. We will be victorious." Suddenly, Zhuang Gen looked at Zhuzi and his companions with a changed expression, one filled with indescribable happiness and excitement. He trembled as he grabbed Zhuzi's hands, which were still stained with blood. Looking at Zhuzi and the others, he said, "Join us! Help us defeat Chiyou and his army. Our great shaman once prophesied that four mysterious visitors would come and use their great powers to help us achieve victory. It must be you. You used god-like abilities to heal me and give me new life. Please, help us end these days of suffering!"

Master Wang said, "I'm sorry, you wouldn't understand. We cannot participate in your war. There are some things that I can't explain to you, but we cannot agree to your request."

As soon as Master Wang finished speaking, a dissenting voice came over immediately: "Master, I don't agree with you. Maybe our arrival in this era is a reoccurrence of true history. Who can guarantee that the war back then didn't involve four people from the future who came to the past and ultimately influenced the course of the war?" Zhuzi was clearly moved by Zhuang Gen's earnestness.

"I agree with Zhuzi," said Xiaojie. "I agree too," said Yue Nannan.

Xiaojie and Nannan exchanged a smile. There seemed to be a special understanding between the two.

Master Wang said helplessly, "Alright, alright! You are all heroes. Fine, let's do it. We'll fight Chiyou together!"

The happiest person was undoubtedly Zhuang Gen.

At dawn, Xiaojie and the others followed Zhuang Gen to the Daqiu tribe.

The Daqiu tribe was built along a mountain and occupied a very large area. It was hard to gauge the exact size just by looking. Surrounding the tribe were continuous wooden walls, and there were a few scattered towers within. There was only one entrance to the tribe, guarded by strong warriors patrolling inside and outside, creating a grand and united scene.

On the way, through Zhuang Gen's explanation and calculations, Xiaojie and the others fully understood that Master Yuandun had indeed not sent them to the peaceful era 4,400 years ago, after the Yan and Huang Emperors defeated Chiyou. They were now in the crucial period of the decisive battle between Yan, Huang, and Chiyou 4,600 years ago. Chiyou was originally a minister under the Yan Emperor. To dominate the world, he allied with the Miao clan, drove the Yan Emperor from the south to Zhuolu, and proclaimed himself the Emperor of the South. He was an ambitious man. During the great war, Chiyou stood alone at the pass, commanding his troops like a swarm of bees attacking the Yan Emperor's camp. While resisting, the Yan Emperor led his men to retreat hastily through the rain of arrows. After joining forces with the Huang Emperor, the Yan Emperor reported the battle situation: Chiyou had invaded our land and was advancing towards Zhuolu, violating our borders. So the Huang Emperor ordered the troops to regroup, and the two armies fought Chiyou's forces again. Everyone thought that if they worked together, they could defeat Chiyou. However, Chiyou used his sorcery, and a thick fog suddenly rose, making it impossible to see. The army fell into chaos, and the Yan and Huang armies were forced to retreat! Moreover, Chiyou often summoned unknown creatures from other realms to fight alongside him. The battlefield was filled with tension, with both armies desperately fighting, but in the end, the Yan and Huang armies couldn't withstand Chiyou's assault and retreated in disarray. The Huang Emperor, determined not to let the people suffer, sent envoys to negotiate with Chiyou several times, but the valiant Chiyou remained unyielding, and no consensus was reached. The Huang Emperor decided to make a final stand, strategizing with the Yan Emperor and the divine woman Jiutian Xuannü. The great war had lasted for decades. The Huang Emperor had a wise advisor named Fenghou, who invented a chariot that could navigate through the fog, stabilizing the war situation. However, despite their efforts, the Yan and Huang Emperors couldn't achieve a decisive victory against Chiyou. Jiutian Xuannü, through divination, discovered the location of the divine weapon, the Extreme Heaven Blade, used by the god Xing Tian when he slew the Heavenly Emperor. They endured countless hardships to obtain this divine weapon and awakened its sealed power with the blood of the Yan and Huang Emperors. However, there was still an important condition needed to defeat Chiyou: the prophesied four outsiders who possessed unknown powers and wisdom. Among them, a hero would emerge to wield the Extreme Heaven Blade and help humanity eliminate the god Chiyou. It seemed that a higher power governed the cycles of fate.

From this, it was clear that although the Yan and Huang Emperors found and awakened the power of the Extreme Heaven Blade, they couldn't use it. Was this the true history? If so, perhaps our arrival isn't because we need to find the divine weapon, but because the divine weapon is seeking us. Xiaojie mused to himself, and Master Wang and the others had similar thoughts.

Under Zhuang Gen's guidance, after several reports, they finally met the Yan and Huang Emperors. Currently, this tribe was lent to the Yan Emperor by the Huang Emperor, as the Yan Emperor's land had been entirely occupied by Chiyou. The Yan and Huang Emperors spent their days studying the war situation and planning how to counterattack Chiyou. They didn't have the airs of monarchs and were quite amiable, but their faces bore an unmistakable authority. Both emperors were over 2.5 meters tall, with exceptionally robust physiques. Beside the Yan and Huang Emperors was a beautiful young woman, who must be the legendary Jiutian Xuannü. She was a legendary figure, and even as a woman, her height rivaled that of Zhuzi, resembling a main player on a women's basketball team.

In the large tent of the Yan and Huang Emperors, they sat as hosts and guests, and the Yan Emperor eagerly and excitedly inquired about Xiaojie and the others' origins and identities. He praised their miraculous ability to easily heal Zhuang Gen's injuries.

Since everyone had decided to participate in the course of history, Master Wang didn't hide their identities. He also displayed their abilities. The Yan and Huang Emperors and Jiutian Xuannü were speechless after hearing Master Wang's brief account. It was a mix of shock, doubt, and fear, but mostly joy. They learned from these four people from the future that the final victory would belong to Yan and Huang. Future generations would refer to themselves as descendants of Yan and Huang.

The efficiency of ancient people was undeniable. After a morning of discussion, both sides reached a consensus to have a decisive battle with Chiyou the next day. If they succeeded in eliminating Chiyou, they would give the Extreme Heaven Blade to Xiaojie and the others to take to the future to solve their problems. But the condition was that one of the four must be able to wield the Extreme Heaven Blade. The blade was a divine weapon from the celestial realm, and ordinary elemental power couldn't control or use it. After individual assessments, this sacred task fell to Tang Xiaojie. Only Xiaojie's five-dimensional being and immense elemental power could wield this powerful divine weapon. The Extreme Heaven Blade was actually a short sword, though legend had it as a long axe. When Xing Tian slew the Heavenly Emperor, it was stained with the Heavenly Emperor's blood, mysteriously altering its form. Although it was a short sword, in Xiaojie's hands, it was like a two-handed greatsword, because the stature of ancient people was extraordinarily tall. What was a short sword to them was a greatsword to modern humans.

Since Zhuang Gen and Xiaojie and the others had been busy all night, they were arranged to have a meal and then rest. In the evening, Jiutian Xuannü would hold a ceremony to pray to heaven and divine the best date for the decisive battle with Chiyou.

Xiaojie, being energetic and easily not feeling tired, was particularly excited about being in this new world and preparing to participate in a historical battle from 4,600 years ago. He had no intention of resting. So, he stayed with the Yan and Huang Emperors and Jiutian Xuannü to study the battle situation. Although he knew nothing about large-scale warfare, listening was quite enlightening. Soon, the sky darkened again. After dinner, around eight in the evening, Jiutian Xuannü began her ceremony to divine. Xiaojie wanted to watch the whole process, but his curiosity wasn't satisfied. Jiutian Xuannü's ritual had to be conducted in complete nudity after bathing and dressing in new clothes. It was said to be a way to touch the heavens with the purest body and mind. Not only was Xiaojie not allowed to watch, but no male

was allowed to be present except for two female shamans. So, Xiaojie could only wait outside the altar with the Yan and Huang Emperors, feeling the cold northwest wind.

While waiting outside, Xiaojie learned something else from the Huang Emperor. Chiyou also had allies in his battles. His ally was a giant tribe, said to be direct descendants of the Earth Mother Nuwa. Their leader was Kua Fu, a powerful figure whose height was comparable to Chiyou's, a formidable opponent that anyone would find daunting. In several encounters, only the joint forces of the Yan and Huang Emperors could match this warrior. Others facing Kua Fu had no chance of survival. This was one of the reasons why the Yan and Huang Emperors couldn't achieve victory. One Kua Fu alone was enough to challenge the Yan and Huang Emperors, and with the even stronger Chiyou, it was a significant test of their capabilities. The fact that the Yan and Huang Emperors didn't retreat and fought against such enemies for so many years showed their exceptional leadership. In his heart, Xiaojie truly admired them; these were real leaders!

About an hour later, the ceremony ended silently. Jiutian Xuannü and her two assistants emerged from the altar, smiling and inviting the Yan and Huang Emperors and Xiaojie back to the main tent. At this moment, Xiaojie still had the presence of mind to glance at Jiutian Xuannü, thinking about what it would be like if this tall beauty walked out naked!

Back in the main tent with the Yan and Huang Emperors and Jiutian Xuannü, Master Wang, Yue Nannan, and Zhuzi, accompanied by Zhuang Gen, also arrived. Fenghou, the top strategist under the Yan and Huang Emperors, also arrived, evidently informed to hear the results of the divination. Jiutian Xuannü looked at everyone and said, "You've all been waiting. The ceremony was very successful. Heaven has given clear instructions: Xuanyuan will align his virtues and soldiers, following the will of heaven. The position of Di Sha will bring wind at noon, and we will pacify the world! The decisive battle will be at Zhuolu."

This clearly indicated that Xuanyuan referred to the Huang Emperor, whose virtuous actions were approved by heaven. According to the 72 positions of Di Sha, the battle should take place three days later. At noon on the third day, there would be strong winds, indicating the time to pacify the world had come. The battle location was a small plain thirty miles away at Zhuolu.

At this moment, everyone in the tent was filled with joy. Only the Yan Emperor, amidst his happiness, showed a hint of an indescribable expression.

The Huang Emperor glanced at the Yan Emperor and Jiutian Xuannü and said, "The time for our counterattack has finally come." The Yan Emperor and Jiutian Xuannü nodded firmly.

The Huang Emperor looked around at everyone in the tent and said, "Everyone, go and rest. Tomorrow, we will mobilize the troops and head to Zhuolu for a decisive battle with Chiyou!"