Chapter 430 Resurrection from the Dead

Changan.

The sun was blazing.

The thunderclouds that had just covered the sky seemed to have never existed. Only the horrified expressions of several saints in the city proved that the thrilling heavenly calamity was not an illusion.

Several figures appeared in Ningxin Garden almost at the same time.

Prince Chun, whose hands were still covered in flour, was the first to speak and asked Li Nuo, “What happened? What happened to the dark clouds and thunder dragon just now?”

Li Yun and the woman from the agency held hands, looking confused.

The handsome young man also stared at Li Nuo with horror.

He thought he was at the top of the continent, but at that moment he felt a strong smell of death.

It was a force that he could not resist no matter what.

Li Nuo smiled at Prince Chun and Li Yun and said, “It’s all right now.”

After breaking through that layer of confinement, the world looked completely different in his eyes.

All the rules that govern the world are laid bare in his eyes.

These rules can be changed as long as he thinks about it.

He could deprive all the saints present of their cultivation, and allow ordinary people to possess the strength of any saint in an instant. He could turn spring into winter in the next moment, and then immediately turn back to summer, and instantly transition time to a hundred years later, or flash back to a hundred years ago…

He can stir up tsunamis, cause earthquakes, control volcanic eruptions, send meteorites to destroy the world, and even make Godzilla break out of the ground, and then let Ultraman appear to destroy it…

After all, no matter how outrageous the plot is, it is still a plot.

As long as the author dares to write it, it will happen in the book.

From ancient times to the present, everything that has happened on this continent is meaningless.

History can be the future, and the future can be history. Things that have happened can be modified, and things that have not happened can be predicted. No wonder Senior Dongfang’s Taoism collapsed, and countless Yin-Yang saints went crazy and died…

For these saints who can see destiny clearly, this is the most desperate thing.

Prince Chun was still frightened by the thunder dragon and the dark cloud. If the situation happened again, even he would not be able to protect Xuan Jing’s family. He asked solemnly, “Tell uncle, what exactly was that…”

Li Nuo looked at the people in front of him. They were all the strongest people in the world. They were qualified and needed to know the truth of this world.

To them, reality is cruel, but not being able to see the reality is even more tragic.

After a moment, Prince Chun looked at Li Nuo and said in astonishment: “Are you saying that our world is fake, a story made up by others, and all of us are just characters in the book?”

He couldn’t help but touch Li Nuo’s forehead, and then said: “Do you need me to call the imperial physician… You are the best doctor, Li Nuo, are you okay? You are like this, we are very worried…”

After being stunned for a while, the handsome young man curled his lips and said, “Okay, another crazy one…”

Over the past few hundred years, he has seen too many crazy Yin-Yang masters and calligraphers, and he is no longer surprised by this.

He looked at Li Nuo and asked sarcastically, “Are you trying to say that the person who wrote the book can make a saint lose his cultivation, a mortal become a saint, the living die, and the dead be resurrected with just a pen…”

Li Nuo shook his head slightly and said, “You don’t need a pen.”

As his words fell, the saintly strategist’s cultivation in the handsome young man disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The young man showed a mocking expression and wanted to say something else, but his body suddenly shook. He looked down at his hands and said in shock: “I, I, where is my cultivation!”

He suddenly looked up and looked at Li Nuo with shock and fear.

At this moment, he would rather believe that this person had entered a realm that he could not understand, than accept that the world he had lived in for hundreds of years was fake. He, the dignified sage of diplomacy, the manipulator behind the situation on the continent for hundreds of years, was actually just a fictional character created by others!
If this is the case, what is the meaning of his hundreds of years of life?
What is the significance of all the things he has done in these hundreds of years?
“No, it’s impossible!”

“This can’t be true, this can’t be true!”

The handsome young man shook his head repeatedly. At this moment, he remembered the pitiful look that man gave him seven years ago, as well as his evaluation of himself…

He is just a stronger one among a bunch of ignorant and pathetic creatures…

“This is not true, this is not true!” After repeating it several times, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, “Even if what you said is true, I am also the protagonist of that story. I am different from you. I am not a poor guy!” Li Nuo continued to shake his head and said, “Unfortunately, you are not. You are just a supporting role that appears at the end, a supporting role with a very short appearance. You don’t even have your own name. Do you still remember your name?”

The handsome young man angrily said, “Nonsense, of course I remember my name, my name is, my name is…”

His face turned pale, and he said in horror: “Name… I forgot my name. What was my name?”

Li Nuo patted his shoulder gently and said, “He didn’t write it, and I don’t know. But you don’t have to be too sad. At least he affirmed your appearance…”

The handsome young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha, don’t even think about fooling me!”

“I must be the protagonist!”

“Only I am worthy of being the protagonist!”

“You little supporting characters, don’t even think about stealing my limelight!”

……

This saint who had roamed the continent for hundreds of years had a look of madness on his handsome face. He shook his head wildly and ran out laughing wildly.

There was silence.

Prince Chun’s throat moved, and he swallowed hard, then asked, “Can you also take away my cultivation?”

Li Nuo nodded slightly, and the royal energy in Prince Chun’s body was completely lost. It quickly transformed into the seventh level of Confucianism, the seventh level of Legalism, the seventh level of Mohism… and finally returned to normal.

Prince Chun was incredulous and asked, “So what he said, that you can bring the dead back to life, is that true too?”

Li Nuo nodded again.

The essence of all life born in this world is nothing more than a few words.

Even people whose names appear in the book will only take up a few characters. For the most part, it is just the natural evolution of the world. They will have their own names only when the plot requires it.

When the plot doesn’t need it, they call it “the people” or “the common people”…

A figure walked over from a distance. Li Xuanjing looked at Li Nuo and said softly, “Follow me.”

……

Li House.

study.

Sixteen spirit tablets were neatly placed in the cabinet.

In addition to the spirit tablets in the cabinet, there is also a long list on the table.

Li Xuanjing looked at the spirit tablet and the list and said, “I once promised these people that I would let them see the prosperous world we want to create, but I can’t break the shackles of this world. You are different from us…”

Li Nuo sighed and asked, “Do you know everything?”

Li Xuanjing put his hand on Li Nuo’s shoulder and said, “No matter who you were before or where you came from, you will always be my son here.”

Li Nuo reached out and gently picked up the list.

Soon, a series of extremely surprised voices were heard from the small study.

“Brother Xuan Jing!”

“Xuan Jing!”

“Master Li!”

……

Li Xuanjing bowed to everyone and said with a smile: “Everyone, it’s been a long time…”

(End of this chapter)