Chapter 1564: Chapter 1511: Heading to Zhongtu, Wen Wang Mountain Range!
A flash of golden divine light vanished in an instant. Xiao Chen found himself outside the Emperor’s Mausoleum, while the golden passage behind him disappeared without a trace.
“How did it go?”
Upon seeing Xiao Chen appear, the clansn of the Tang Gao Ancient Clan, along with the two won Mu Qing and Nianhua, quickly surrounded him.
Especially Mu Qing and Nianhua, seeing Xiao Chen’s pale complexion, hurried to support him. At this mont, Xiao Chen was utterly drained, far more exhausted than after his fierce battles.
It was all because he had sensed the killing intent of the Human Emperor of the Gao Tang Clan—just that brief instant brought him face to face with the terror of life and death.
“I’ve already t the Ancient Human Emperor of the Gao Tang Clan, but with my current strength, I’m not yet capable of awakening His Majesty.”
Suddenly, Xiao Chen divulged part of the matter to the clansn of the Gao Tang Ancient Clan, but he exercised discretion, refraining from ntioning the ultimate ruler among emperors of the Gao Tang Clan.
“Good! Good! Good!”
Upon hearing the confirmation that the Ancient Human Emperor of the Gao Tang Clan could indeed revive and return, the three elders before Xiao Chen cried out to the heavens, their aged faces streaming with tears. This was the ancestral edict held dear by the Tang Gao Ancient Clan for dozens of ages, a yearning that had persisted.
Wooo woo woo!
From the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest around them, ethereal figures emitted choking sobs, so even falling into madness!
Even Xiao Chen, witnessing such a scene, was deeply moved. These were soul remnants, fragnts of consciousness, gathered together—so of which had perished countless millennia ago. Yet, because of their unyielding obsession, they lingered in the realms of Heaven and Earth, refusing to scatter!
At this mont, all those soul remnants were prostrating on the ground, bowing repeatedly toward the Emperor’s Mausoleum, their mournful cries evoking tears—even the elder figures at the scene were not spared.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Suddenly, threads of green smoke rose from within the ancient forest; remnants began to dissolve, turning into green smoke that disappeared into Heaven and Earth!
Seeing these dispersing remnants, the three elders beside Xiao Chen had a flicker of emotion in their eyes—an intense wave. Liberation was finally at hand: these remnants harbored only instinctive consciousness, yearning for the return of their ancestral emperor. Now, having received an answer, so remnants—long faded into shadows—could no longer hold themselves together.
Returning to Heaven and Earth signified the beginning of a new cycle of reincarnation for these souls, freed from their entrapnt within the ancient forest.
Yet for Xiao Chen, another profound opportunity had presented itself—the ultimate ruler among emperors, a realm surpassing even that of monarchs. Additionally, he had earned recognition from the Human Emperor of the Gao Tang Clan.
Though he still didn’t understand the function of the Emperor’s Seal belonging to the Ancient Human Emperor of the Gao Tang Clan, it was undoubtedly a grand blessing. In truth, Xiao Chen owed his thanks to King Long Deng, who had bestowed this providence upon him. After all, in the entire East Desolate Land, Xiao Chen was not the only Saint Child.
To earn the recognition of the myriad emperors ant he could command them all, becoming the genuine unifying leader of humanity!
After resting for several days within the Tang Gao Ancient Clan, Xiao Chen took Mu Qing and Nianhua with him, leaving the Emperor’s Mausoleum and heading toward the central region of the Eastern Emperor Domain—to the Divine Marquis Palace.
Now, Xiao Chen held the title of the Destiny God Emperor, the first Destiny God Emperor among the human race throughout countless ages of the Desolate Wilds. He needed to pass on the legacy of the Destiny God Emperor’s Dao, just as the Divine Sky God King had done in the past!
With this task completed, and the mission handed down from the forr young master—the conquest of the alien races’ small worlds—now secure with the presence of Qingmu the Elder and King Long Deng, along with other figures of power standing guard, Xiao Chen no longer had to worry for the ti being.
What he needed to do now was journey to the Central Lands to select his own imperial ntor. Saint Child conquests had long since begun, yet as the Saint Child of the Eastern Wasteland, Xiao Chen remained without allies—a solitary figure. What a joke that was!
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Central Lands.
Among the five realms of the Human World’s Desolate Wilds, the Central Lands were the largest territory, vast and boundless. Its mountains and valleys sprawled endlessly, rivaling the size of a starry domain in the heavens.
Countless tribes, innurable clans, myriad ancient ruins, and divine relics filled the land. It was said that the flourishing state of Martial Arts here was no coincidence—the warriors cultivating in the Central Lands benefited from unparalleled conditions and deeply rooted traditions, with nurous major clans densely scattered across the region.
In the Central Lands, the Human Emperor’s Palace stood supre, while other major forces of the human race—such as Wen Wang Palace, the Guardian Clan Palace, and the Divine Marquis Palace—were distributed across eight corners of the land. Each of these was an enduring power, its legacy stretching back countless ages.
These forces safeguarded the Human Realm, deterring the Hundred Clans—a responsibility they could not forsake.
Wen Wang Palace, situated in the eastern region of the Central Lands, was nestled within the expansive mountains of Wen Wang Mountain Range. This vast expanse of wild forests beca the Wen Wang Palace domain—known as Wen Wang Domain—after the Human Emperor Wen Wang perished long ago.
Through countless years of developnt, this broad land had beco dotted with ancient cities and tribal settlents, which served as the heritage left by disciples of Wen Wang Palace across generations. Most of these were intrinsically tied to bloodline families.
It was worth noting that Wen Wang Palace primarily selected imperial ntors from the ancient cities and tribal settlents under its aegis—about eighty percent of its ntors ca from these affiliated entities, with only a small number recruited from the outer world. As such, the factions within Wen Wang Palace were deeply entangled and complex!
Moreover, even the most insignificant ancient city among these lands might have, generations ago, produced an imperial ntor who would assist the Five Human Emperors. For instance, the young master of the Eastern Wasteland—a figure of legend—hailed from a small city on the periphery of the Wen Wang Domain.
Of course, given the young master’s advanced age today, the descendants of his family likely had little connection to him, spanning generations long since separated. However, as long as he retained his position, even a declining family would not dare provoke his legacy carelessly.
It is for this reason that every Saint Child’s conquest beca, in turn, a political ga among the affiliated families of Wen Wang Domain!
At the core of Wen Wang Domain stood the imposing main peak of Wen Wang Mountain Range, known as Wen Wang Peak. Towering with cliff faces as tall as ten thousand fathoms, it resembled the figure of an elder, its upper half concealed within the clouds and mist.
Surrounding Wen Wang Peak was a celestial sea of clouds populated with floating mountains. These floating mountains varied in size: the largest spanning hundreds or even thousands of miles, while smaller ones stretched only several miles or tens of miles in diater. Each floating mountain resembled an ethereal paradise concealed within the clouds.
Furthermore, these floating mountains were hierarchical—the closer to Wen Wang Peak, the denser the lingering energy upon each mountain.
Amidst the ever-surging sea of clouds, warriors transford into streams of light, traversing between these floating mountains. However, the closer they reached Wen Wang Peak, the rarer those figures beca.
The towering Wen Wang Peak, said to be the transformation of the Human Emperor Wen Wang into a mountain, radiated supre majesty across ten thousand miles of land. From its base to summit, celestial palaces and heavenly temples dotted its rugged landscape.
At ten thousand fathoms of elevation, an ethereal TianQue cloaked in clouds and mist lood over Wen Wang Peak.
At that mont, a streak of light pierced through the clouds from the outer world, passing by floating mountains one after another and heading straight for Wen Wang Mountain. Along the way, countless warriors turned their gazes toward this extraordinary figure. Those capable of entering the depths of Wen Wang Palace were undoubtedly remarkable, let alone soone trespassing upon Wen Wang Mountain itself.
“It’s Fuyu Jiuhuan!”
Despite the fleeting brilliance of the light, soone still managed to catch its identity.
“That’s one of the battle commanders under the Saint Child Fuyu, no less! Rumor has it that Saint Child Fuyu is on the verge of surpassing the imperial Dao itself. Being descended from the Imperial Blood Noble Family of Fuyu Ancient Emperor lineage and supported by the Bai Zhan Hall beneath the Human Emperor Palace, who else among the Human World’s five realms could possibly contend with him?”
“What could be more fitting? The noble standing of the Fuyu Family now radiates brilliance, suppressing royal clans across the heavens and compelling them into dormancy. Rumor has it that many imperial ntor clans beyond Wen Wang Palace are already seeking to pledge allegiance to Saint Child Fuyu!”
“Why not? A wise bird picks a sturdy tree for its nest. Alas, those of us who wish to pledge fealty to Saint Child Fuyu wouldn’t even have an opportunity. It’s evident that Fuyu Saint Child will beco the next emperor of the Central Lands. When that day cos, we Human Emperors of the Five Realms shall all originate from the Central Lands. Such a precedent…”
Suddenly, the speaker halted mid-sentence, as the surrounding warriors’ gazes turned sharply toward him. Seeing the scene unfold, the warrior’s face subtly stiffened.
He had just now recalled the recent humiliating debacle involving Saint Child Kongxin Liu and Qingqiu Yuyi from the Central Lands, who ventured into the Eastern Wasteland only to be decisively subdued by its Saint Child.
In due course, Fuyu Jiuhuan descended before the celestial TianQue, his deanor devoid of arrogance. Instead, he halted about ten paces from the stone gate of the TianQue and respectfully bowed.
“Under orders of Saint Child Fuyu, I humbly request an audience with the Tian Tai Emperor Master!”
With his words spoken, Fuyu Jiuhuan exhibited neither irritation nor impatience, standing calmly in wait. It wasn’t until quite so ti had passed that a voice echoed from within.
Rumbling sounds accompanied the gradual opening of the stone gate of the TianQue, revealing a resplendent display of divine light as Fuyu Jiuhuan stepped inside.
“For what reason does Saint Child Fuyu call upon ?”
In the grandeur of the great hall, radiant divine light shimred, casting transcendent hues in constant interplay between brightness and shadow. A voice spoke with ethereal clarity, reverberating like a celestial hymn.
“Reporting to the esteed Emperor Master, Saint Child has relayed news from the ancient domain. He anticipates returning to the Central Lands shortly and plans to convene the Saint Children of the Five Realms alongside the imperial ntors to initiate the Sacred War.”
“Fuyu Cang boasts audacious ambition.”
The divine light rippled with stunning iridescence before lapsing briefly into an epheral dimness, the voice gaining an edge of chill.
Hearing this, Fuyu Jiuhuan showed no reaction, his expression unchanging as he humbly replied, “I am rely here to invite the Tian Tai Emperor Master. Whether Master accepts the invitation or declines rests solely upon your decision.”
Soon enough, Fuyu Jiuhuan departed from the great hall, leaving its dazzling divine light to dim further. After an extended silence, a faint sigh was heard.
“September, summon Qing You and Yu Fei. It’s ti those two girls returned—it’s clear their years of wandering have brought sufficient trial.”
A figure clad in vibrant garnts appeared within the hall, offering a graceful bow to the presence shrouded in divine light.
“Master, would there be any danger awaiting the young mistresses? Saint Child Fuyu…”
Pausing after receiving the directive, the brightly clad figure posed the question softly.
The female form within the divine radiance did not display a shred of displeasure—it was clear this brightly dressed attendant held trusted proximity.
“To be honored as a Saint Child of humanity—to represent countless generations—is not a rank held by scoundrels. Yet those veiled players behind them are an entirely different matter. In this world, there’s a phenonon called striking first and reporting later. To achieve the throne of the Human Emperor, every Saint Child stands as the focal point of a titanic effort—where countless hands converge upon them to propel them to supremacy.”
At this juncture, the ethereal voice paused, followed by a despondent sigh. “Lantably, the fathers of those two girls humiliated several elder factions within Ground Swan City during prior combat—leaving so of Central Land’s seniors nursing wounds of tarnished pride. They’re just growing old—regressing rather than advancing!”
With a final note of cold disdain, the killing intent brewed within the hall’s divine light intensified to an oppressive silence.
“Understood, Master—I shall ensure the young mistresses’ safe return to Wen Wang Peak.”
Hold on!
Just as the brightly clad figure was about to depart the great hall, an interjection erged.
“Send June forward with my sealed letter to the Eastern Wasteland—make haste—summon… summon… that one back to the Central Lands!”
September remained silent, evidently comprehending full well the identity of ‘that one’ referenced by her Master.
“Moreover, since Fuyu Cang is preparing to return, I expect certain imperial ntor clans within Wen Wang Domain are irresistibly eager to align under his banner. Thus, vigilance within the Wen Wang Domain remains paramount.”
“Understood. However, even if those ntor clans seek allegiance with the Saint Child, only one advisor can serve directly under a Saint Child.”
At this mont, the hall’s divine light abruptly flared in luminance.
“Who says a Saint Child can only have one imperial ntor?”
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