ATPnovel Chapter 560 Memorial to the Heroes
Chapter 560 Memorial to the Heroes
"The third thing." Lin Chen held up his third finger.
"Build a memorial to the fallen heroes, erect it in front of the Tower of Babel, and inscribe the names of all those who died in battle. This day will be a day of remembrance every year."
The monument stands ninety-nine zhang tall; the names of heroes are inscribed here, and the entire mainland pays homage to it.
The main hall fell silent.
Some people lowered their heads, some clenched their fists, and some had tears in their eyes.
The Flame Empress's gaze fell on the table, her fingers gently tracing the rim of the teacup.
Her nails were painted with red nail polish, which shimmered under the spotlight.
She didn't speak, but her lips were tightly pressed together. What was she thinking? Nobody knew.
The King of Ten Thousand Demons lowered his head, looking at his hands, which were as big as palm fans.
It was covered in scars, new wounds on top of old ones, some already white, some still red.
His hands have killed many extraterrestrial creatures in the past three days, but they can't save the people he wants to save.
Zhang Yiyuan stood up, his voice a little hoarse.
"Young Master Lin, the list is being compiled and it is estimated that it will take a few days to complete."
Lin Chen nodded: "No rush, but it must be accurate. Not a single one can be missed, and not a single one can be wrong."
Zhang Yiyuan nodded vigorously, his gray hair standing out starkly under the light.
"I understand. If even one is missing, I will pay with my life."
Long Zaitian patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.
Two people with a friendship spanning thousands of years need no words.
Lin Chen took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it on the table.
The paper had two words written on it: "Heroic Spirit".
The brushstrokes are sharp and powerful, like those carved by a knife or axe, exuding a magnificent momentum.
Those two characters didn't seem to be written, but rather evolved from the Dao; every stroke carried both a murderous aura and a sense of compassion.
"I will personally inscribe the words on the monument!"
Everyone glanced at the two words, and their pupils contracted slightly.
There was an indescribable power within those two words; it was neither spiritual power nor law, but rather the essence of the Dao.
A kind of meaning etched into one's bones, innate, and indelible.
Those present are all top figures in mainland China, and have seen the calligraphy of countless masters.
Imperial calligraphy by the emperor, inscriptions by famous calligraphers, and genuine works by sages...
But I've never seen such a character before.
These two words seem to be meant for the heavens, not for humans.
Qingyunzi's white beard twitched. "Good calligraphy."
He loved calligraphy and collected countless calligraphy works by famous calligraphers, believing that he had seen all the world's calligraphy.
But he couldn't understand the name Lin Chen, nor did he dare to.
Long Zaitian's smile faded, and he nodded without saying anything.
Abbot Xuanci remained silent for a moment, then uttered only one word: "Good!"
Lin Chen put the paper away, glanced around, and continued:
"Furthermore, during these three days every year, the mainland observes a period of cessation of hostility and prohibition of martial arts. Those with grudges should put them aside, those with resentments should resolve them, and those who resort to violence will be killed without mercy."
The Emperor of Qin and the Emperor of Zhou exchanged a glance.
The Qin emperor remained expressionless, while the Zhou emperor's lips twitched slightly, but neither said a word and both looked away.
Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said casually:
"Whoever lays the finger on me, I'll hold them accountable."
Everyone gave a wry smile.
Who would dare to lay a hand on Lin Chen? They'd be asking for trouble.
He can kill a Saint Venerable with a single palm strike and can casually pull out dozens of Saint-level cultivation techniques.
Fighting Lin Chen? It'd be easier to just hang yourself; that would be quicker.
Zhang Yiyuan spoke up, "Young Master Lin, is there any particular significance to the location of the monument, which is built in front of the Tower of Babel?"
Lin Chen thought for a moment, then tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.
"The Tower of Babel is located in the center of the Tianyuan Continent, and it will surely become the most prosperous place on the continent in the future."
From now on, all who come to the Tower of Babel will pass by the Memorial to the Fallen Heroes, and must bow in respect, never forgetting these heroic spirits who died for the continent.
Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud, but everyone could feel its weight.
Long Zaitian took a deep breath, his voice a little strained:
"Young Master Lin, besides your name, is anything else engraved on the monument?"
Lin Chen paused for a moment.
"Inscribe these words: 'May the spirits of Tianyuan live on forever!'"
The hall was quiet for a moment.
Lin Chen sat up straight and tapped his fingers on the table twice more.
"Knock knock".
Everyone's already familiar with this rhythm—Lin Chen is about to get down to business.
"The fourth thing concerns the man in the gray robe."
Everyone's expression changed.
Zhang Yiyuan gripped the teacup so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he didn't even notice when the tea spilled out.
Long Zaitian's smile vanished completely, and the scars on his face tightened, resembling centipedes.
Jiang Xuan's severed finger began to throb again, and he subconsciously touched his right hand.
Sword Gentleman opened his eyes. His eyes, which had been half-closed, were now fully open, like two unsheathed swords, their sharpness fully revealed.
Qingyunzi's whisk stopped, hovering in mid-air, motionless.
Master Xuanci stopped his hand from making the prayer beads; the beads remained motionless between his two fingers.
The Great Zhou Emperor's teacup fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.
The Great Xia Emperor's smile froze on his face, like a mask.
The Qin Emperor gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, and the wood creaked and groaned.
The Shang emperor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The King of Ten Thousand Demons opened his mouth, then closed it again.
The Flame Empress's eyes deepened. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping slowly on the armrest.
The King of Jinsha gripped the golden sword at his waist tightly, his knuckles turning white, and the scabbard trembled slightly.
"His cultivation level is that of a Great Emperor!"
The air in the study seemed to freeze.
Zhang Yiyuan's teacup fell to the ground and shattered with a "crack".
No one looked down; everyone was watching Lin Chen.
Long Zaitian gave a bitter laugh, shook his head, and seemed to have something blocking his breath.
"The Emperor? No wonder..."
He didn't say "no wonder," but everyone understood.
No wonder that palm strike made the whole world tremble.
No wonder everyone thought he was going to die from that palm strike.
No wonder that palm strike made even cultivators at the True Monarch level unable to stand steadily.
Jiang Xuan looked down at his right hand, remained silent for a long time, then raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"Young Master Lin, will he come again?"