History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 114 : Twilight Heavenly Kingdom, Zhang Jiao’s 【Great Undertaking】Fragment

Chapter 114: Twilight Heavenly Kingdom, Zhang Jiao’s 【Great Undertaking】Fragment
“ㄴYou dare!?”
From within the Historical Long River came a furious roar.
Never would he have imagined—someone actually dared to perform a Corpse-Dissolution Rebirth of the Young Heavenly King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, right before the face of him, a Prince of the Corpse-Dissolution Court!
This was even more offensive than desecrating the corpse of his consort before his eyes!
This Ancient Talisman-level Prince couldn’t even be bothered to question how Jiang Yan had obtained such a quantity of 【Strategic Resource — Corpse-Dissolution Immortal Sand】. He absolutely could not sit idly by and watch the enemy rise from the dead.
So, he stretched out another white-bone arm—not to touch that dangerous radiance, but to conjure a white-bone talisman.
Shaped like a pagoda, composed of skulls forming an underground chamber, a base, a tower body, and a pagoda finial. Each of the tower’s four faces featured white-bone warriors. The tip had eight corners and seven levels, radiating an aura of the netherworld.
The pagoda, originally from the Peacock Dynasty, symbolized a site to bury monk remains and enshrine Buddha relics. Though its original meaning was "stupa," it was later sinicized through Tianxia culture, becoming known as “塔 (tower)” in the Sui and Tang dynasties.
In Esoteric Buddhism, it signified the resting place for bones and peace.
【Law Domain — White-Bone Stupa】
“Thy slayer—Corpse-Dissolution Court’s——King of Bone-Eating!”
The Prince murmured softly. The Ancient Talisman in his hand unfurled, transforming into a colossal white-bone stupa that enveloped the freshly awakened Young Heavenly King. Countless skeletal skulls chanted ancient scriptures, turning into demonic echoes that filled the sky, suppressing him.
Strike while he's weak—kill him while he's down!
He refused to believe that the other, having just undergone Corpse-Dissolution Rebirth, could still overpower him.
As long as the Law Domain enveloped him, it would devour his bones and soul, leaving behind nothing but a puddle of flesh.
Yet when he activated the Law Domain, he realized…
Where were this guy’s bones!?
Boom rumble rumble——！
The White-Bone Stupa shattered with a thunderous crash. From within, two tattered, pure white wings unfurled, glowing with the light of twilight.
The former Diseased Domain, now the Young Heavenly King, had become a massive, broken-bodied humanoid creature. It slowly rose, covered in countless wounds, shrouded by overlapping light and shadows.
The wings flapped, stirring up a storm of historical dust,
Like an angel from myth descending to the mortal world!
Boom!
It stretched out an arm of light and shadow, grasping the 【Law Domain — White-Bone Stupa】, which, shockingly, responded like a fledgling returning to its nest, murmuring “Taiping” again and again before fusing into its body.
In an instant, it became part of him.
“What the hell is this thing!?”
If not for the King of Bone-Eating’s swift reaction, cutting off part of his Ancient Talisman like a warrior severing his own limb, his entire Law Domain might have been devoured.
Such a bizarre being made even a dead man like him feel a chill down his spine.
“Ugh ugh ugh ugh——”
That twisted face of light suddenly turned, gazing toward the not-so-distant King of Bone-Eating. Its mouth slowly split open like a black hole, then—
Boom!
A pillar of twilight light erupted. The Bone-Eating Prince hastily conjured an endless wall of bones to shield himself.
Bone Wall Fortress!
But the moment it made contact, the wall disintegrated into ash, and the beam struck the King’s massive frame.
All that remained in the tributary of the Historical Long River was the light of twilight and the surging dust of history.
For a moment, all things fell silent.
The King of Bone-Eating was severely injured—but not dead. His head flew off.
Only now did everyone realize—it wasn’t a head, but a massive tomb of white bone, and within it crouched a skinny, pale figure clad in Prince’s ceremonial robes, gnashing his teeth:
“Damn bastard!”
Enraged, he turned and fled!
The King of Bone-Eating rode the white-bone tomb and vanished into the boundless historical dust.
“No wonder he’s a Prince of Great Qing. His ability to flee at the first sign of danger is first-class.”
Still residing within the Young Heavenly King’s body, Jiang Yan was surprised. He had expected a fierce final clash. Instead, the guy ran off in a flash.
Thinking of the last emperor of Great Qing, who ran off to be a dog for White Sakura to survive—it truly ran in the bloodline.
Well-versed in the principle that: interests belong to the Corpse-Dissolution Court, but one’s life is their own.
Boom rumble rumble——！
Amidst the thunderous roar, the radiant figure of the Young Heavenly King, crowned and robed in dragon garments, began to move. The previously clogged tributary now surged and flowed.
The accumulated mutations were suddenly relieved. The twisted, chaotic historical dust gradually thinned.
Like a precise surgical operation that excised a malignancy.
And the Young Heavenly King—stepped deeper into the river of history, descending step by step.
The deeper he went, the denser the spiritual energy became.
Strange silhouettes began to appear more frequently. The pressure grew palpable.
At this moment, the historical dust before Su Baitao and the others surged, and the icon for 【Mission Two (Complete)】 appeared.
Su Baitao’s face lit up with joy—she had earned an 【B-】 rating.
Zhou Xiaoxiao got a【C】.
Liang Yao and Li Hong both received【D+】.
Though the ratings were low, they were quite satisfied.
If they hadn’t latched onto Sima A’man’s thigh—one nearly deserted, the other was useless throughout—they wouldn’t have gotten even a【D+】. Their lives would’ve been forfeit.
Now that the mission was complete, they could return to the real world at any time. Their anxious hearts could finally rest.
Even if the Young Heavenly King had mutated into an even more terrifying demon, there was no need to worry.
“What rating did that big boss get?”
Curious, they turned to find Jiang Yan… already gone. It seemed he had returned to the real world. Only a shadow of the underworld still flickered.
He had no intention of engaging with them further.
Everyone looked ashamed. Reflecting on it, aside from yelling “666” and tossing out a few edge-case skills, they were utterly useless.
“Let’s head back!”
Liang Yao and Li Hong, both embarrassed and wary of lingering too long—afraid the Corpse-Dissolution Reborn Young Heavenly King might notice—decisively chose to return.
Zhou Xiaoxiao called to Su Baitao and followed close behind.
“What a shame…”
Su Baitao looked regretful. She had forgotten to ask Big Boss Sima A’man for his contact info.
It seemed he could only search for related information after returning, uncertain whether he could meet that person again in reality.
After all, such an outstanding figure could not possibly be obscure or unknown.
Su Baitao, burdened with thoughts, returned to the real world.
Once they had all departed, Jiang Yan’s figure emerged from the void.
He lifted his head, glanced at the still-moving Young Heavenly King, pondered for a moment, then looked toward the unconscious Fuyuan and the numerous Dog-Folk, smiling faintly as he said:
“Fuyuan… or should I say, His Highness Hong Tiangui Fu, how long do you intend to keep pretending to sleep?”
As his words fell, all the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk turned their gazes toward him in unison, their movements synchronized, their eyes calm and indifferent.
Fuyuan, lying on the ground, slowly opened her eyes. Looking at Jiang Yan, she spoke softly:
“Benefactor’s eyes are as sharp as torches.”
Jiang Yan smiled but said nothing. He was truly curious—what made these mutated beings so stubborn that they would rather reverse their own names than choose a false one?
Could that too be an anchor point?
However, he hadn’t discovered it by name.
In fact, Jiang Yan had long known that after the death of the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk, new life could be conceived from their bodies, and that the karmic threads upon them were tightly bound to the Diseased Domain.
Even the causal ties entwined around their departed souls still belonged to this Diseased Domain, arousing Jiang Yan’s suspicion.
Most importantly, the Historical Long River never issued meaningless missions.
Protecting at least fifty Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk was somehow equal in informational value to a major figure of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
From the clues in his hand, Jiang Yan could deduce that—
There had never been a so-called “first generation” of Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk.
The earliest Dog-Folk were likely the lingering obsessions—or souls—of the Young Heavenly King after his death.
They inherited this unique reproductive ability, continuing to divide and multiply even after death.
When their number reached a hundred thousand, they in turn affected the Young Heavenly King’s remains, clogging the tributary.
Like playing house, they had built a Taiping society of their own—though the purpose behind this was unknown.
But Jiang Yan speculated that once the number of Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk fell below fifty, it might trigger a deep mutation of the Young Heavenly King’s remains—or cause them to perish completely, making the tributary’s problem eternally unsolvable.
That was also why he hadn’t seized the Heavenly Treasure Tree—he feared provoking an unknown change and disrupting the balance.
Jiang Yan asked curiously, “If you had lasted two months, what would have happened?”
Fuyuan answered, “Hong Tiangui Fu would still revive, but not with his original consciousness. Rather, the true Angel of Taiping would break free from the cocoon of his remains and emerge.”
Angel of Taiping…
Jiang Yan glanced toward that strange angel of light and shadow—such a twisted creature, and yet merely a false angel piloted by the Young Heavenly King.
He could hardly imagine how chaotic a true angel would be.
Both the mutated God and the Heavenly Realm were exceedingly bizarre indeed.
Still, this verified Jiang Yan’s assumption: the Historical Long River truly never assigned impossible missions.
Had the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk chieftain not led them to die in vain, as long as those History Walkers had been ruthless enough to abandon a fixed base and adopt a mobile encampment strategy, surviving with fifty or more people would not have been impossible.
Wu Sangui, seeking to alter his path through the Heavenly Treasure Tree and escape the control of the Corpse-Dissolution Court, would have cooperated with them—raising enemies to strengthen himself and thus buying time.
Most crucially, as long as they did not leave the Diseased Domain of the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk, could the prison carriage itself, in some sense… count as a base of operations?
Who said being protected did not also mean offering protection?
If so, their odds of survival were actually quite high.
Jiang Yan reasoned that, had he not possessed the Dark Mother Goddess Embryo to refine the 【Corpse-Dissolution Immortal Sand】, he would most likely, after deducing that the Young Heavenly King’s corpse was itself the Diseased Domain, have forcefully pierced through the earth to attempt awakening it—
Attempting to complete the second Main Mission.
Even if it meant death, he would drag his opponent to the grave with him.
Jiang Yan gazed upon the calm expression of Hong Tiangui Fu’s manifested will and asked curiously:
“Even the Young Heavenly King couldn’t find the way back to 【Old Tianjing】?”
He had known Old Tianjing was shrouded in mystery—but he hadn’t expected even the Young Heavenly King to have perished, exposed within the Historical Long River.
However, Fuyuan shook her head and said, “I have already been to 【Old Tianjing】—I escaped from it. But due to my severe injuries, I perished on the way.”
Jiang Yan’s pupils contracted—he had never expected such an answer. He quickly asked:
“Why?”
“Because 【Old Tianjing】 has completely mutated. All life that enters it will obtain eternal life,” Fuyuan said calmly.
Eternal life—an ultimate desire of countless beings.
Even those of Great Divine Ability could not live forever.
Only the greatest of gods and immortals could exist through eternity, watching civilizations fade and worlds crumble, reviving even after death to shine upon time once more.
If true immortality were attainable, even those of Great Divine Ability would be tempted.
Yet Fuyuan spoke the word with undisguised disgust.
But Jiang Yan sensed there was more behind it, and pressed further:
“What is the price?”
Fuyuan looked at the Young Heavenly King’s corpse—now transformed into that angel of light and shadow—and sighed:
“Because Father and the Princes could no longer receive God’s response, coupled with their earlier corruption… they chose to carry out a plan to bring Taiping to the entire world and the Historical Long River. They used a fragment of the 【Great Undertaking】 originating from the Great Virtuous Master Zhang Jiao, borrowing the power of the Yellow Heaven.
But in the end, it only half succeeded. All beings who entered Old Tianjing would ascend alongside the Heavenly Kings, shedding their mortal essence, becoming…”
“Twilight Angels!”