261: Chapter 59: A Person Without a Name Cannot Enter Reincarnation 261: Chapter 59: A Person Without a Name Cannot Enter Reincarnation “Detection of erosion: The lingering glow of the Thousand-Year Dynasty.”
“You possess the bloodline of the Imperial Clan of the Thousand-Year Dynasty, but it has now been tainted and can no longer be recognized by the Imperial Clan.”
“Detection of erosion: Echoes of the Great Wilderness Nomads.”
“You have acquired the leadership of a tribe of Great Wilderness Nomads and become the supreme leader they worship.”
“Detection of erosion: The gaze of the Guiding Bodhisattva.”
“Your actions have drawn the attention of the Guiding Bodhisattva, who, as always, generously bestows gifts upon you and encourages you to practice His way.”
“Detection of erosion: The legend of the Dragon Vein.”
“You have heard rumors about the Dragon Vein from the Nomads, but their veracity is hard to discern.”
“Detection of I-level Undead: Zombies, number 225, distance 150.”
“Sufferers lingering on the brink of life and death, unaware why they were born or why they must die.
But as long as there is a glimmer of hope for life, they ultimately do not wish to just die.”
“Detection of I-level Undead: Ancestral Hall Elders, number 6, distance 5.”
“Spirits of ancestors who enjoyed the incense offerings of the family ancestral halls, possessing experiences far beyond ordinary people, protect the remaining tribespeople struggling to survive in the Great Wilderness.”
Li Mumu put away her notebook and turned to look at the elderly men following behind her.
“Tell me the story of the Thousand-Year Dynasty.”
The Patriarchs exchanged glances, their faces puzzled, “Your Highness, a dynasty is just a dynasty.
We Nomads, how could we possibly know about the affairs of the Dynasty?”
“Then tell me your own stories.
Where did you come from?
Why did you attack the Imperial City?”
“Us?”
The expression on the Patriarch’s face grew even more bewildered, “We just came from the Great Wilderness.
There’s nothing in the Great Wilderness, and we were both hungry and cold, so we could only follow the steps of other Nomads and migrate here.
As for why we attacked the Imperial City…
we don’t know that either.
Master Maitreya told us there was food and shelter in the city.”
“Now that you’ve actually broken into the city, why did you then retreat?”
“Ah, that…
we’re not very clear on that either; we only stayed in the city for one night before Master Maitreya brought us back.
He said there was great terror in the city, and we couldn’t stay long.
However, even just staying for one night benefited us greatly.”
The Patriarch pointed to tentacles slowly moving across the distant land and said, “We are now different from them; we have flesh and blood, and we have also learned to build houses.”
If what you are referring to are these shanties…
But Li Mumu had to admit that the small town at her feet, although dilapidated, was the only place other than the distant East that had both lights and signs of life.
“What about the Foreigners?”
“Those people with hair color different from ours, Master Maitreya said are Westerners.
They visited us before we attacked the Imperial City and told us about the legend of the Dragon Vein,” the Patriarch continued cautiously, stealing a glance at Li Mumu’s face and, noticing she wasn’t angry, he continued, “It is said that the reason the Imperial City is so magnificent and vast is because it is suppressed by the True Dragon Emperor’s dynasty fortunes.
As long as we could secure the bloodline of the Imperial Clan, we could build our own homes in the Great Wilderness.”
“Like it is now?”
“Yes, like it is now.”
The Patriarch smiled apologetically, “Since Your Highness arrived, our lives have gradually improved.”
“Then why still sacrifice me?”
Li Mumu’s question caused all the Patriarchs to simultaneously close their mouths and deeply bow their heads.
“Tell the truth, and I won’t blame you.”
“Master Maitreya said, Your Highness’s bloodline is too diluted…
it can’t support for too long, we must think of another way.”
“Hehe, so that’s how it is.”
Li Mumu had finally figured out the ins and outs of the whole matter.
So the battery was dead, and you knew to pry it out and bite it.
What were you doing earlier, picking on me, an innocent weak girl?
“Take me to your town to have a look.”
The Patriarchs looked at each other, and the leading Patriarch quickly apologized with a smile, “Your Highness can certainly visit, but the tribespeople are ignorant and don’t know their place, fearing they might offend you.”
Li Mumu didn’t understand what he meant.
“What do you mean?
Speak clearly!”
“It means you look too fragile.”
Fragile?
Me?
Ah right!
Yes, yes, yes!
Li Mumu’s mood instantly brightened, this Old Man…
no, this elder really knew how to speak, and he had good insight, actually seeing the essence of my fragile nature.
“Would they dare to bully me?”
“Your Highness jests, if the tribespeople had seen the scene just now where you displayed your divine power and drove away Master Maitreya, naturally they wouldn’t harbor any improper thoughts towards your Majesty.
But since they haven’t seen it, with their foolish minds, they definitely wouldn’t bow down and obey you.
So please reveal your True Divine Dharma Image to deter the small fry…”
No, no, I finally encountered a scenario where I could show off and slap faces!
Li Mumu thought to herself about the days just after she had crossed over, the days she lived through when even demons would avoid her.
And upon finally returning to the country, there was no peace; her senior sister had the same style, longing for a romantic relationship in the dead of night, unattainable.
Who could understand the agony in my heart?
Now I’d finally encountered a plot where I could show off and slap faces, and you actually want me to skip it?
That would never do, I must show off and slap faces!
If I don’t slap faces, how do I create conflicts?
If I don’t slap faces, how do I upgrade and explode with equipment?
If I don’t slap faces, how do I provoke various forces to extend the plot?
If I don’t slap faces, you laboriously write two chapters, and after the readers spend ten seconds reading, they still curse at you, saying this writing is bland and tasteless.
Can you tolerate that?
You cannot!
Li Mumu turned her head and looked at the Patriarchs with a serene gaze, saying quietly, “No worries.”
“Your Highness?
Your Highness!
Please reconsider…”
The Patriarchs immediately panicked.
Li Mumu paid no more attention to their pestering and stepped towards the mountain path below.
The mountain path was rugged and narrow, and not easy to walk.
She had just reached halfway when she saw two Patriarchs scrambling down the mountain like monkeys, using both hands and feet, rolling and crawling.
Their posture bore a certain resemblance to Maitreya Monk’s escape.
“I haven’t even asked for your names yet?”
Hearing Li Mumu asking, the leading Patriarch hurriedly replied, “What names do we have?
Our whole tribe bears the surname Sun, which was given to us by Master Maitreya after he returned from the city.
The several Patriarchs are ranked from Sun Da, Sun Er, Sun San, down to Old Seven.
The rest of the tribe members, they don’t have names.”
“People cannot be without names.”
Li Mumu casually said, “Otherwise, even if you die, your names won’t be in Lord Yama’s Book of Life and Death, and wouldn’t that mean that you become restless spirits not subject to reincarnation?”
Surnamed Sun… If I could see a young, promising spiky-haired boy in the tribe, I’d name him Kakarot.