History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 110 : I Bear a Lamp, Crossing Life and Death

Chapter 110: I Bear a Lamp, Crossing Life and Death!
"......"
Young Wu Sangui remained silent, his expression conflicted, myriad emotions interwoven into a single sigh. His resolve had already begun to waver, yet the face in the middle sneered:
"Don't fall for his psychological tactics."
"This world has always belonged to the victors. The losers are simply criminals."
"As long as you win, you can rewrite history, reverse karma, and make up for all regrets. Besides, human nature is inherently greedy, ensnared by the seven emotions and six desires. No one in the past could do it, and no one in the future will either..."
"Someone did."
Jiang Yan interrupted him, voice firm and powerful.
He himself could not maintain such steadfastness of heart, nor did he possess a grand ideal to sacrifice for the world, but...
Such a person truly existed!
That once-in-an-eternity figure was able to shatter the chains of the old era and carve open a brand-new world.
All emperors demanded the world kneel. Only he made people stand tall.
And his spirit continued to be passed down.
Wu Sangui demanded, "Who is it?"
He had not been revived for long and had even had his [Meritorious Deeds] stolen by the Corpse-Dissolution Court. He only knew of the present world, but lacked deeper understanding.
Jiang Yan shook his head, sighing: "Even if I told you, you wouldn't be shaken. After all, your [Meritorious Deeds] were born from endless blood and wandering souls, weren't they?"
"Heh, in your eyes, I'm a sinner, a traitor. But who defined that?"
"You? Or the people?"
"Or perhaps that guy up there holding the pen?"
The middle face of Wu Sangui burst into laughter, then declared coldly:
"This ends now."
With that, within the [Decaying Nation], black ashes fell, densely packed, billowing mightily.
It was impossible to tell whether it was snow, or the ashes of bones burning and scattering in the wind.
The ash decayed everything, swiftly engulfing Jiang Yan and the [Eight-Headed Treasure Elephant Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva] beneath him, rapidly withering.
"It's over."
The Vajravārāhī cavalry of the Corpse-Dissolution Court and the Guanning Cavalry cheered, laughing wantonly.
"No amount of scheming can defeat a Law Domain."
Liang Yao sighed. Sima A'man's strength was terrifying, and he had schemed thoroughly, forcing Wu Sangui into a dead end.
No one had expected that even after losing [Meritorious Deeds], Wu Sangui could still manifest the prototype of a Law Domain.
Truly a formidable warlord remembered by history—unmatched in valor.
Zhou Xiaoxiao bit her lip hard, overcome by helplessness.
This Diseased Domain left no path to survival.
Li Hong looked resigned. He had said he wasn't fit to be a History Walker—looks like he'd become a corpse puppet.
If he was lucky, his family might kill him and bring his body home for burial.
"Boss, let me help you!"
"Killing Arrow Manual—White Emperor's Son!"
Su Baitao had her hair in a high ponytail, bow drawn to the limit. She summoned her strength, murder intent coalescing into two Geng Metal hands behind her, shooting a white light arrow.
It turned into a dancing white snake, streaking toward the [Law Domain—Decaying Nation].
Crack! Crack! Crack!
But as it neared, the Geng Metal corroded and collapsed.
A full-powered strike couldn’t even get close.
Li Hong had a bit of a crush on the girl, and said with heartache, "Give it up, it’s pointless..."
"So what if it is?"
Su Baitao said calmly, loosing arrow after arrow. Sweat beaded her forehead, her fingers cut open by the backlash of Geng Metal Qi, blood staining the bowstring—but she never stopped.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Her arms became afterimages, unleashing hundreds of arrows in an instant,
sweeping out.
She said quietly, "I, Su Baitao, once wondered what it meant to find a real man. But what does that mean? Eventually, I understood:
It’s to do something you already know you'll lose, yet still do it and see it through."
"Anyway, we’ve already gained an extra life. What is there to fear?"
Even in capture, Su Baitao would rather look for a chance to die than kneel and beg.
They had already enjoyed so many benefits from the boss—now that they were about to lose, rather than waiting to die, it was better to contribute their final strength.
"......"
Li Hong flushed with shame, realizing his resolve didn’t even match a young girl’s.
"She’s right!"
Zhou Xiaoxiao nodded, fingers tapping as sandstorms surged forward.
Liang Yao and Li Hong joined in!
Spells roared forward, only to be annihilated.
But none of them retreated.
So what if they were weak? The real fear was not having the courage to face it.
Fuyuan was moved by the scene, turning to the Dog-Folk behind her:
"Peaceful days are never given, they are fought for. The Corpse-Dissolution Court slaughtered our Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk—we must take vengeance!"
Including the rescued Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk, there were four to five thousand of them. Determination in their eyes, they began drawing and activating all kinds of talismans.
Sheets of talismans rose, a yellow paper river rushing toward the [Decaying Nation].
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Even as the talismans withered and turned to ash near the domain,
they never stopped.
Knowing it is impossible, yet doing it anyway—this is true courage!
"Even the will of ants can shake the heavens!"
Young Wu Sangui murmured, though his expression grew increasingly uncertain.
Meanwhile, King Wu Sangui ignored the struggles of the weak, his eyes locked firmly on Jiang Yan, still covered in ash atop a mountain of it within the [Law Domain—Decaying Nation], shocked:
"Why... haven’t you decayed?"
"I bear a lamp, crossing life and death."
Jiang Yan’s voice echoed, calm and distant.
Buzz!
At the mountain’s peak, a green lamp appeared. Atop it, a red candle burned, casting crimson light. Shaped like a boat, it scattered the ash and shone through eternity.
Jiang Yan sat on the [Eight-Headed Treasure Elephant Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva], completely unharmed. Countless souls surrounded him, chanting Sanskrit as if boarding the divine ship to cross the Decaying Nation.
"Compassion Ship Returns?" Wu Sangui’s expression darkened.
A Buddhist metaphor using a ferry: Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, though having reached Nirvana, return out of compassion to save all beings.
It embodied Mahayana Buddhism’s doctrine of "self-enlightenment and enlightening others."
But now, Wu Sangui truly wavered.
Could this man truly be the reincarnation of a great Buddhist power, come to save the mortal world?
Words might lie, but the aura of that green lamp carried boundless vastness—not a mundane item.
It was on par with the divine aura of the Corpse-Dissolution Court's ruler.
Equally grand.
Yet Jiang Yan’s expression remained calm. He had been trapped in the [Law Domain—Decaying Nation], ready to use other trump cards. Then he thought of the red candle, gave it a try, and surprisingly triggered not the Divine Foot or Fate Vision abilities, but...
[Crossing the Bitter Sea].
Once lit, it shone with divine light, became a treasure ship, crossing the sea of suffering, invulnerable to all magic.
In that worldly sea of suffering, decay was but one small part of the pain.
However, the stronger the assault, the faster it burned away.
"My luck really is something."
Jiang Yan smiled, though his eyes were devoid of humor.
When a relationship feels smooth and easy, it’s often because the other party is operating on a higher level.
This newly born divine ability felt tailor-made for the Corpse-Dissolution Court.
‘Hopefully... I’m just overthinking it.’
Jiang Yan pondered, but rather than dwell on the future, he decided to enjoy the sugar-coating now. He looked at Wu Sangui and said calmly:
"I smell your fear."
Expression serene, adorned in a sacred aura, his words landed as the burning red candle suddenly slowed its melting.
Invisible arms of the Heart Monkey intertwined around him—
Wu Sangui asked, "Who are you really?"
"Me? Just someone forgotten by time."
Jiang Yan chuckled: "Let me guess—you’re trying to switch paths, aren’t you?"
Though he had only recently acquired the Corpse-Dissolution Immortal Sand Method, he understood how tightly the Corpse-Dissolution Court controlled reincarnated dead.
Even fleeing the Diseased Domain to the ends of the world—or even into the present world—might not escape the [Corpse-Dissolution Rebirth Pool].
The only way out was to change paths.
Best was to shift to a neighboring path, low cost.
Otherwise, to override it with a higher-level path.
For example... the God Path.
"Buddhist karmic divination really is annoying."
Wu Sangui didn’t deny it and admitted frankly: "You’re right. Once I knew the truth, I played the loyal dog, wagged my tail, and earned the Corpse-Dissolution Court’s trust—finally getting the chance to execute the plan.
They think I just want [Meritorious Deeds] back to climb the Ancient Talisman stage again. But how can sparrows understand the ambitions of a swan? Once I seize the Heavenly Treasure Tree and use that big figure’s body for Corpse-Dissolution Rebirth, I can forcibly switch to the God Path.
That way, not only can I break free from the Court’s control, I can also seek the [Heavenly King’s Treasure], inherit God’s secret treasure and the Old Heavenly Capital."
Jiang Yan shook his head and chuckled: "So you’ve laid all your plans but still don’t dare say his name?"
"I see now."
Wu Sangui fell silent, then sneered:
"So you’ve also set your sights on the Son of God, child of the Heavenly King, huh?"
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, smiling without speaking—but inside, he was shocked.
The mystery was finally solved.
He had thought it was one of the Taiping Heavenly Kings, perhaps the War God Shi Dakai. But unexpectedly, it was...
No wonder—
He alone could block a tributary of the Historical Long River and leave behind the Heavenly Treasure Tree tied to the God Path. It was the Young Heavenly King—Hong Tiangui Fu.
In regular history, he was executed by dismemberment.
Jiang Yan thought his mutated form would be in the [Old Heavenly Capital], but apparently, he still died.
Boom!
Jiang Yan wanted to extract more intel, but the [Law Domain—Decaying Nation] suddenly shifted. Ash surged, forming a giant hand and slapped toward him.
Rumble!
With a thunderous crash, all attacks were blocked by [Crossing the Bitter Sea]. Jiang Yan remained unmoved, though the red candle burned violently and shrank drastically.
Wu Sangui’s sinister voice rang out: "So I almost got fooled. Your reliance is that mysterious red candle!"