Chapter 302
Are you worthy too?
Chapter 302 Are you worthy too?
This day will surely go down in history.
When people who are still young today get old, maybe they will forget many things as the years go by.
But only this day of ups and downs will be engraved in their memory forever, until death.
Because on this day, the second war between man and god in the history of humanity finally came to an end.
The Shangyuan people who huddled in the city witnessed history with their own eyes.
.
When countless eyes converged on that piece of heaven and earth, the vast chaos that surrounded it was already on the verge of disintegrating.
People's hearts were lifted accordingly.
Because at the next moment, those who come out of the covered world will decide the fate of humanity and God.
Decide between man and god, who is the master of Shangyuan.
Time passed slowly, and the haze-like chaos finally dissipated slowly, returning to the place where it should have existed.
The invisible Wan Dao of Shangyuan World rushed into that area in an instant, eagerly regaining the original control like a child.
The aura of the heaven and earth on that side gradually returned to the familiar Shangyuan aura.
The blockade that changed the world has finally come to an end.
Above the shattered sky, sunlight fell, piercing through the thin clouds, dispelling the darkness and smog, and reflecting on a young figure.
At that moment, countless eyes gathered here.
——Jiangnan.
In the vast sky, in the wilderness, there is only one young figure standing in the air, like a god.
And apart from him, there is nothing above the sky.
Heavenly Emperor, invisible.
The majestic existence that had weighed on Shangyuan Wanling's heart like a thousand mountains for countless years had disappeared.
As a result, waves of majestic sound surged from the land of Shangyuan!
Like a surging sea tide, it shattered the clouds and caused the ground to tremble slightly.
They call his name.
"King of Zhenxi!"
"King of Zhenxi!"
"King of Zhenxi!"
"..."
Somewhat ironically, the title of King Zhenxi was first used by Emperor Xiyuan of Daxia to run and mock the Buddhas of the Western Regions.
But at this time, no one cared.
Those Western Region Buddhist monks wearing cassocks, like everyone else, shouted his name loudly.
Just because he defeated the Emperor of Heaven in a desperate situation.Forcibly pressing the remnants of the old era back into the coffin.
Although he didn't speak, he just stood above the sky.
But on today's occasion, just his existence is like an announcement, arbitrarily announcing that the world and all spirits—humanity, is still the master of Shangyuan.
In the wilderness, Wang Chunyun stood with a huge white deer.
Beside him were soldiers covered in blood and their iron armors were somewhat deformed.
These steel warriors who would not shed a single tear even if their limbs were broken and their torso were torn apart, now have hot tears streaming down their faces.
With tears in my eyes, weeping with joy
Wang Chunyun looked at Jiangnan above the sky.
In a trance, the first time I saw him when I was in Xunyang appeared in my mind.
From that time on, he had a feeling that Jiangnan would never be buried in the vast crowd.
as predicted.
Today, as the last blow of humanity, he cut off the head of the Emperor of Heaven.
"I knew that if it was you, I would definitely be able to do it..."
After mumbling, Wang Chunyun subconsciously paused.
As if waiting for an old voice to jump out and sarcastically say "little bastard is an afterthought".
But with the noisy wind blowing, the call of the soldiers beside him echoed in the sky.
The familiar voice no longer rang in his ears.
.
On Bibo Mountain, between the clouds.
What happened in the sky was also reflected in the eyes of Li Qingyun and Master Shifang.
"Teacher..." Li Qingyun swallowed.
"The aura of the Emperor of Heaven has disappeared."
Master Shifang seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
At that moment, Li Qingyun's pupils suddenly shrank.
There are complex emotions in his eyes.
Apart from nine points of ecstasy, the rest is one point of deep horror.
Although most of the common people and low-level cultivators in Shangyuan knew little about the Emperor of Heaven, they all thought that he was just a wicked person from ancient times.
There is no clear concept.
But Li Qingyun knew exactly what kind of ruthless person the so-called Heavenly Emperor was.
That is a detached person who has surpassed the realm of enlightenment.
It can even become a fairy existence.
Even if he suffers backlash from Wan Dao, even if he is seriously injured by many first-rank existences, even if he loses an arm, he is extremely fragile.
But it also possesses combat power that exceeds the first-rank supreme realm.
Facing such an opponent, Jiang Nan was able to defeat him like every time he tried to turn the tide.
This is too shocking.
"Teacher, what is Prince Jiang relying on..." Li Qingyun murmured, looking at the figure above the clouds in the distance.
Master Shifang glanced at him, "Qingyun, don't ask about some things, it's good for everyone."
For a moment, Li Qingyun was shaken all over, dripping with cold sweat, and lowered his head.
Upon seeing this, Master Shifang sighed slightly.
Li Qingyun is his disciple, there is nothing worth hiding.
But the problem is, he doesn't know either.
Could it be... that lamp?
Master Shifang certainly knew that Jiangnan had the Qingdeng, but he didn't think it was the Qingdeng's credit for killing the Emperor of Heaven.
——At least in his understanding, the mysterious blue lantern from Tian Lai has no means of attack.
Its characteristics are more equivalent to igniting the way forward for the owner.
For example, Shanghao ruled Shangyuan because it led humanity to overthrow the rule of the ancient gods.
.
On the other side, amidst the joy of victory, the leaders of the major forces were more or less lamented.
Among them, the top leaders of the five major forces that dominate Shangyuan are the most important.
They understand the secrets of the Heavenly Court better than ordinary people, and they also understand what it means for Jiangnan to kill the Emperor of Heaven.
Those aging beings sitting high above the temple and hidden in the shadows looked at the young figure shrouded in the sun, and couldn't help sighing.
- Times have changed.
The era when the five major forces joined hands with Tianji Pavilion to rule Shangyuan is gone forever.
It is foreseeable that with Jiangnan defeating the Emperor of Heaven, his combat power is not inferior to many first-rank existences.
Even the reputation in Shangyuan Humanity far exceeds them.
This young man spanned many forces, and his network of relationships was so complicated that it gave people a headache just thinking about it.
Up to now, he has the ability to have a parallel dialogue with the five major forces.
He was no longer the brat who pulled the tiger skins of Jianlu and Daxia and caused trouble everywhere.
Since then, he no longer needs the so-called backer.
He himself is the backer.
.
Compared with the mixed joys and sorrows of many old monsters, ordinary people with human nature only have joy.
They are mortals, they don't care who it is, standing at the top of the pyramid.
They only care about whether tomorrow will be better.
In other words, there is no tomorrow.
What Jiangnan did was to light a torch in the darkness, dispel the heavy night, and usher in the dawn for humanity.
Time passes little by little.
When the civilians and low-level cultivators huddled in the city were told that they could step out of the city, they even found it hard to believe it.
Because in the past catastrophic years, they witnessed the relatives and friends who stepped out of the city and never came back.
Finally, in an unremarkable small city, a burly man swallowed his saliva, and walked cautiously out of the city.
He walked through the strong and massive shadow of the gate, and stepped into the sun-filled wilderness.
He closed his eyes nervously.
A quarter of an hour passed.
There were no thunderbolts rolling down.
There was no sudden raging storm.
There is also no cruel treatment like wild animals attacking in groups.
The cataclysmic years are over.
Then, more people walked out of the city tremblingly, men, women, young and old, all of them.
They were bathed in the sunshine of the wilderness, almost greedily sucking the free air, some even knelt down and kissed the hot loess!
Weeping with joy!
But war is always like this, there are winners and there are losers.
When the human beings are immersed in the sweet joy of victory, the mood of the losers is not so good.
Under heavy blockade by the Humanitarian Allied Forces, Emperor Suiyue, who was suppressed by layers of god-binding spells, looked in the direction where Emperor Tian disappeared.
Regret and sorrow filled his face, as if he had aged countless years in an instant.
The moist skin begins to age, like dried rotten wood.
"Your Majesty, I am tired."
In the midst of murmurs, amidst the jaw-dropping roars of the surrounding heavenly soldiers and gods.
The body of the emperor of years began to shatter, and finally disappeared in the wind like ashes after burning.
He is tired.
After the first battle of gods, he gathered the remnants of the Heavenly Court, resisted all the pressure, and plotted in the dark.
Finally, ten thousand years later, the Emperor of Heaven was reawakened and descended into the world.
Seeing the brilliance of the heavenly court, it is about to reappear.
But with the fall of the Heavenly Emperor again, everything turned into a dream.
After another failed year, the emperor could no longer hold on, and ended himself amidst the cheers of humanity.
Followed the emperor he revered, and went together.
.
All in all, the death of the Heavenly Emperor brought the curtain down on this sudden second battle of gods.
The Shangyuan Wanzu had different reactions, but they could only accept the current result.
But while the situation in Shangyuan is gradually becoming clear, some things are slowly happening in an invisible corner.
If Shangyuan is compared to the sparkling sea surface, then Xuming is the dark and dead seabed.
In the vast void, there is an extremely towering and hideous pitch-black building, sailing in the endless darkness.
It is covered in ink, wrapped in endless black mist, and at a glance, it looks like purgatory.
Among them are palaces and pavilions, pavilions and towers, and so on.
On the most glorious main hall, engraved with a name that has not been mentioned in the Shang Yuan—Jiuchang Temple.
After being instigated by the shepherd, the monks of Jiuchang Temple ran away overnight with the temple on their shoulders, escaping into the void.
But looking at it today, where does Jiuchang Temple today still have the grandeur and grandeur of Shangyuan?
Instead, it was surrounded by black mist, full of demonic energy, filled with ominous and cold atmosphere, and it seemed to have become a demon temple.
In its temple, there are dense figures, bowing their heads and prostrating.
They were dressed in pitch-black cassocks with expressionless faces.A circle of dark chain lines was engraved on the smooth forehead, as if bound.
In the direction of many monks surrounded and kneeling, a huge tower stands in the center.
On the top floor of the tower, in a wide space, there are many people.
The head of the person is colored like glass, but it seems to be illusory, only the arm is a pure entity.
Behind him, Xuyuan Bodhisattva stood with his head bowed, surrounded by a group of monks.
And between the shepherd and the monk, there was a drop of golden-red blood floating, emitting a dim light.
Although it was only a drop of blood, it conveyed a chilling coercion!
One can imagine how terrifying its owner is.
The shepherd looked at the golden red blood and murmured,
"This time, he is really dead, Heavenly Emperor."
While he was speaking, the monks behind him were silent and no one answered.
Therefore, the atmosphere seemed a little frozen and depressing.
The shepherd smacked his lips in displeasure, and ordered,
"let's start."
After the words fell, the group of monks suddenly started to move like a machine that received an order.
They took out metal objects with strange shapes, and quickly connected them on the ground to form a complex circle, covering the golden-red blood.
Then, chant the mantra in your mouth.
This kind of incantation is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is not the language of any place in Shangyuan.
During this obscure recitation, the metal formation slowly lit up, filled with bright red light.
Immediately afterwards, the bright red light turned into a matrix with sharp edges and corners, and spread out of the formation.
It stretches rapidly along the wall and the ground, covering the entire Jiuchang Temple at an extremely fast speed!
A young monk outside the tower, after touching the bright red matrix, suddenly tilted his body and fell down.
From that full body, strong blood gushes out, and flows back to the tower along the matrix!
But his body shriveled quickly, as if it had been drained dry, and turned into fine gravel, floating in the void.
The same thing keeps happening.
In a blink of an eye, nearly [-]% of the monks in Jiuchang Temple fell into the matrix.
However, what is so creepy is that they did not show any fear or resistance in the face of death.
Instead... full of fanaticism!
As more and more essences of flesh and blood gathered, the steel formation above the tower burst into dazzling red light!
The endless energy was poured into the golden-red dim blood!
A figure so illusory as to be almost imperceptible emerged from it.
Accompanied by his appearance, the terrifying coercion like a deep prison enveloped the entire Jiuchang Temple!
"Tsk, Heavenly Emperor, what kind of monster are you..."
Looking at all this, the shepherd sighed,
"Even a half-sacrificed monk can still reunite your remaining consciousness..."
While speaking, the figure slowly opened its eyes.
There is also a look of confusion in the eyes.
Immediately afterwards, endless memories slowly flooded in, and finally froze at the moment when he was suppressed by Jiangnan with the new world.
Only then did the Emperor of Heaven come to his senses—he was defeated, and the Heavenly Court was also defeated.
At this time, the shepherd bowed to him, "Welcome back to the world, Your Majesty."
The Emperor of Heaven turned his head and frowned, "Are you...shepherd?"
"Yes, it's me." The shepherd replied with a smile.
"At the beginning, I helped the rise of humanity, but I was betrayed and suppressed by dismemberment."
"And you came back to the world ten thousand years later, but you were killed by humanity again."
"Your Majesty, we are in a similar situation."
The Emperor of Heaven didn't answer, but instead asked, "Shepherd, what do you want to do with my last breath?"
The shepherd was not annoyed by the directness of the Emperor of Heaven, and went straight to the point,
"Naturally—revenge."
"Your Majesty, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Although I had some misunderstandings with Your Majesty, until now, I am in the same camp as you."
"Although I can only gather a little bit of your divine sense, when my people arrive, I can even resurrect you in your peak form."
The shepherd took a deep breath, raised his hands, and said loudly,
"As long as you are willing to join hands with me, Shangyuan's humanity is insignificant!"
"Your Majesty, only you should be the ruler of Shangyuan!"
When the voice fell, it was silence.
Only the voice of the shepherd echoed above the tower.
After a long time, facing the impassioned shepherd, the Emperor of Heaven raised his eyes, shook his head,
"You too?"
(End of this chapter)
This day will surely go down in history.
When people who are still young today get old, maybe they will forget many things as the years go by.
But only this day of ups and downs will be engraved in their memory forever, until death.
Because on this day, the second war between man and god in the history of humanity finally came to an end.
The Shangyuan people who huddled in the city witnessed history with their own eyes.
.
When countless eyes converged on that piece of heaven and earth, the vast chaos that surrounded it was already on the verge of disintegrating.
People's hearts were lifted accordingly.
Because at the next moment, those who come out of the covered world will decide the fate of humanity and God.
Decide between man and god, who is the master of Shangyuan.
Time passed slowly, and the haze-like chaos finally dissipated slowly, returning to the place where it should have existed.
The invisible Wan Dao of Shangyuan World rushed into that area in an instant, eagerly regaining the original control like a child.
The aura of the heaven and earth on that side gradually returned to the familiar Shangyuan aura.
The blockade that changed the world has finally come to an end.
Above the shattered sky, sunlight fell, piercing through the thin clouds, dispelling the darkness and smog, and reflecting on a young figure.
At that moment, countless eyes gathered here.
——Jiangnan.
In the vast sky, in the wilderness, there is only one young figure standing in the air, like a god.
And apart from him, there is nothing above the sky.
Heavenly Emperor, invisible.
The majestic existence that had weighed on Shangyuan Wanling's heart like a thousand mountains for countless years had disappeared.
As a result, waves of majestic sound surged from the land of Shangyuan!
Like a surging sea tide, it shattered the clouds and caused the ground to tremble slightly.
They call his name.
"King of Zhenxi!"
"King of Zhenxi!"
"King of Zhenxi!"
"..."
Somewhat ironically, the title of King Zhenxi was first used by Emperor Xiyuan of Daxia to run and mock the Buddhas of the Western Regions.
But at this time, no one cared.
Those Western Region Buddhist monks wearing cassocks, like everyone else, shouted his name loudly.
Just because he defeated the Emperor of Heaven in a desperate situation.Forcibly pressing the remnants of the old era back into the coffin.
Although he didn't speak, he just stood above the sky.
But on today's occasion, just his existence is like an announcement, arbitrarily announcing that the world and all spirits—humanity, is still the master of Shangyuan.
In the wilderness, Wang Chunyun stood with a huge white deer.
Beside him were soldiers covered in blood and their iron armors were somewhat deformed.
These steel warriors who would not shed a single tear even if their limbs were broken and their torso were torn apart, now have hot tears streaming down their faces.
With tears in my eyes, weeping with joy
Wang Chunyun looked at Jiangnan above the sky.
In a trance, the first time I saw him when I was in Xunyang appeared in my mind.
From that time on, he had a feeling that Jiangnan would never be buried in the vast crowd.
as predicted.
Today, as the last blow of humanity, he cut off the head of the Emperor of Heaven.
"I knew that if it was you, I would definitely be able to do it..."
After mumbling, Wang Chunyun subconsciously paused.
As if waiting for an old voice to jump out and sarcastically say "little bastard is an afterthought".
But with the noisy wind blowing, the call of the soldiers beside him echoed in the sky.
The familiar voice no longer rang in his ears.
.
On Bibo Mountain, between the clouds.
What happened in the sky was also reflected in the eyes of Li Qingyun and Master Shifang.
"Teacher..." Li Qingyun swallowed.
"The aura of the Emperor of Heaven has disappeared."
Master Shifang seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
At that moment, Li Qingyun's pupils suddenly shrank.
There are complex emotions in his eyes.
Apart from nine points of ecstasy, the rest is one point of deep horror.
Although most of the common people and low-level cultivators in Shangyuan knew little about the Emperor of Heaven, they all thought that he was just a wicked person from ancient times.
There is no clear concept.
But Li Qingyun knew exactly what kind of ruthless person the so-called Heavenly Emperor was.
That is a detached person who has surpassed the realm of enlightenment.
It can even become a fairy existence.
Even if he suffers backlash from Wan Dao, even if he is seriously injured by many first-rank existences, even if he loses an arm, he is extremely fragile.
But it also possesses combat power that exceeds the first-rank supreme realm.
Facing such an opponent, Jiang Nan was able to defeat him like every time he tried to turn the tide.
This is too shocking.
"Teacher, what is Prince Jiang relying on..." Li Qingyun murmured, looking at the figure above the clouds in the distance.
Master Shifang glanced at him, "Qingyun, don't ask about some things, it's good for everyone."
For a moment, Li Qingyun was shaken all over, dripping with cold sweat, and lowered his head.
Upon seeing this, Master Shifang sighed slightly.
Li Qingyun is his disciple, there is nothing worth hiding.
But the problem is, he doesn't know either.
Could it be... that lamp?
Master Shifang certainly knew that Jiangnan had the Qingdeng, but he didn't think it was the Qingdeng's credit for killing the Emperor of Heaven.
——At least in his understanding, the mysterious blue lantern from Tian Lai has no means of attack.
Its characteristics are more equivalent to igniting the way forward for the owner.
For example, Shanghao ruled Shangyuan because it led humanity to overthrow the rule of the ancient gods.
.
On the other side, amidst the joy of victory, the leaders of the major forces were more or less lamented.
Among them, the top leaders of the five major forces that dominate Shangyuan are the most important.
They understand the secrets of the Heavenly Court better than ordinary people, and they also understand what it means for Jiangnan to kill the Emperor of Heaven.
Those aging beings sitting high above the temple and hidden in the shadows looked at the young figure shrouded in the sun, and couldn't help sighing.
- Times have changed.
The era when the five major forces joined hands with Tianji Pavilion to rule Shangyuan is gone forever.
It is foreseeable that with Jiangnan defeating the Emperor of Heaven, his combat power is not inferior to many first-rank existences.
Even the reputation in Shangyuan Humanity far exceeds them.
This young man spanned many forces, and his network of relationships was so complicated that it gave people a headache just thinking about it.
Up to now, he has the ability to have a parallel dialogue with the five major forces.
He was no longer the brat who pulled the tiger skins of Jianlu and Daxia and caused trouble everywhere.
Since then, he no longer needs the so-called backer.
He himself is the backer.
.
Compared with the mixed joys and sorrows of many old monsters, ordinary people with human nature only have joy.
They are mortals, they don't care who it is, standing at the top of the pyramid.
They only care about whether tomorrow will be better.
In other words, there is no tomorrow.
What Jiangnan did was to light a torch in the darkness, dispel the heavy night, and usher in the dawn for humanity.
Time passes little by little.
When the civilians and low-level cultivators huddled in the city were told that they could step out of the city, they even found it hard to believe it.
Because in the past catastrophic years, they witnessed the relatives and friends who stepped out of the city and never came back.
Finally, in an unremarkable small city, a burly man swallowed his saliva, and walked cautiously out of the city.
He walked through the strong and massive shadow of the gate, and stepped into the sun-filled wilderness.
He closed his eyes nervously.
A quarter of an hour passed.
There were no thunderbolts rolling down.
There was no sudden raging storm.
There is also no cruel treatment like wild animals attacking in groups.
The cataclysmic years are over.
Then, more people walked out of the city tremblingly, men, women, young and old, all of them.
They were bathed in the sunshine of the wilderness, almost greedily sucking the free air, some even knelt down and kissed the hot loess!
Weeping with joy!
But war is always like this, there are winners and there are losers.
When the human beings are immersed in the sweet joy of victory, the mood of the losers is not so good.
Under heavy blockade by the Humanitarian Allied Forces, Emperor Suiyue, who was suppressed by layers of god-binding spells, looked in the direction where Emperor Tian disappeared.
Regret and sorrow filled his face, as if he had aged countless years in an instant.
The moist skin begins to age, like dried rotten wood.
"Your Majesty, I am tired."
In the midst of murmurs, amidst the jaw-dropping roars of the surrounding heavenly soldiers and gods.
The body of the emperor of years began to shatter, and finally disappeared in the wind like ashes after burning.
He is tired.
After the first battle of gods, he gathered the remnants of the Heavenly Court, resisted all the pressure, and plotted in the dark.
Finally, ten thousand years later, the Emperor of Heaven was reawakened and descended into the world.
Seeing the brilliance of the heavenly court, it is about to reappear.
But with the fall of the Heavenly Emperor again, everything turned into a dream.
After another failed year, the emperor could no longer hold on, and ended himself amidst the cheers of humanity.
Followed the emperor he revered, and went together.
.
All in all, the death of the Heavenly Emperor brought the curtain down on this sudden second battle of gods.
The Shangyuan Wanzu had different reactions, but they could only accept the current result.
But while the situation in Shangyuan is gradually becoming clear, some things are slowly happening in an invisible corner.
If Shangyuan is compared to the sparkling sea surface, then Xuming is the dark and dead seabed.
In the vast void, there is an extremely towering and hideous pitch-black building, sailing in the endless darkness.
It is covered in ink, wrapped in endless black mist, and at a glance, it looks like purgatory.
Among them are palaces and pavilions, pavilions and towers, and so on.
On the most glorious main hall, engraved with a name that has not been mentioned in the Shang Yuan—Jiuchang Temple.
After being instigated by the shepherd, the monks of Jiuchang Temple ran away overnight with the temple on their shoulders, escaping into the void.
But looking at it today, where does Jiuchang Temple today still have the grandeur and grandeur of Shangyuan?
Instead, it was surrounded by black mist, full of demonic energy, filled with ominous and cold atmosphere, and it seemed to have become a demon temple.
In its temple, there are dense figures, bowing their heads and prostrating.
They were dressed in pitch-black cassocks with expressionless faces.A circle of dark chain lines was engraved on the smooth forehead, as if bound.
In the direction of many monks surrounded and kneeling, a huge tower stands in the center.
On the top floor of the tower, in a wide space, there are many people.
The head of the person is colored like glass, but it seems to be illusory, only the arm is a pure entity.
Behind him, Xuyuan Bodhisattva stood with his head bowed, surrounded by a group of monks.
And between the shepherd and the monk, there was a drop of golden-red blood floating, emitting a dim light.
Although it was only a drop of blood, it conveyed a chilling coercion!
One can imagine how terrifying its owner is.
The shepherd looked at the golden red blood and murmured,
"This time, he is really dead, Heavenly Emperor."
While he was speaking, the monks behind him were silent and no one answered.
Therefore, the atmosphere seemed a little frozen and depressing.
The shepherd smacked his lips in displeasure, and ordered,
"let's start."
After the words fell, the group of monks suddenly started to move like a machine that received an order.
They took out metal objects with strange shapes, and quickly connected them on the ground to form a complex circle, covering the golden-red blood.
Then, chant the mantra in your mouth.
This kind of incantation is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is not the language of any place in Shangyuan.
During this obscure recitation, the metal formation slowly lit up, filled with bright red light.
Immediately afterwards, the bright red light turned into a matrix with sharp edges and corners, and spread out of the formation.
It stretches rapidly along the wall and the ground, covering the entire Jiuchang Temple at an extremely fast speed!
A young monk outside the tower, after touching the bright red matrix, suddenly tilted his body and fell down.
From that full body, strong blood gushes out, and flows back to the tower along the matrix!
But his body shriveled quickly, as if it had been drained dry, and turned into fine gravel, floating in the void.
The same thing keeps happening.
In a blink of an eye, nearly [-]% of the monks in Jiuchang Temple fell into the matrix.
However, what is so creepy is that they did not show any fear or resistance in the face of death.
Instead... full of fanaticism!
As more and more essences of flesh and blood gathered, the steel formation above the tower burst into dazzling red light!
The endless energy was poured into the golden-red dim blood!
A figure so illusory as to be almost imperceptible emerged from it.
Accompanied by his appearance, the terrifying coercion like a deep prison enveloped the entire Jiuchang Temple!
"Tsk, Heavenly Emperor, what kind of monster are you..."
Looking at all this, the shepherd sighed,
"Even a half-sacrificed monk can still reunite your remaining consciousness..."
While speaking, the figure slowly opened its eyes.
There is also a look of confusion in the eyes.
Immediately afterwards, endless memories slowly flooded in, and finally froze at the moment when he was suppressed by Jiangnan with the new world.
Only then did the Emperor of Heaven come to his senses—he was defeated, and the Heavenly Court was also defeated.
At this time, the shepherd bowed to him, "Welcome back to the world, Your Majesty."
The Emperor of Heaven turned his head and frowned, "Are you...shepherd?"
"Yes, it's me." The shepherd replied with a smile.
"At the beginning, I helped the rise of humanity, but I was betrayed and suppressed by dismemberment."
"And you came back to the world ten thousand years later, but you were killed by humanity again."
"Your Majesty, we are in a similar situation."
The Emperor of Heaven didn't answer, but instead asked, "Shepherd, what do you want to do with my last breath?"
The shepherd was not annoyed by the directness of the Emperor of Heaven, and went straight to the point,
"Naturally—revenge."
"Your Majesty, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Although I had some misunderstandings with Your Majesty, until now, I am in the same camp as you."
"Although I can only gather a little bit of your divine sense, when my people arrive, I can even resurrect you in your peak form."
The shepherd took a deep breath, raised his hands, and said loudly,
"As long as you are willing to join hands with me, Shangyuan's humanity is insignificant!"
"Your Majesty, only you should be the ruler of Shangyuan!"
When the voice fell, it was silence.
Only the voice of the shepherd echoed above the tower.
After a long time, facing the impassioned shepherd, the Emperor of Heaven raised his eyes, shook his head,
"You too?"
(End of this chapter)