The once noble Suiren Clan, with the bloodline of the Human Emperor, was revered by various clans of the wilderness.
Later, Emperor Jun rose to power, sealing one of the ten great fierce beasts of the wilderness, the three-legged Golden Crow, within himself. Harnessing True Qi and Divine Power that spanned the heavens and earth, he forcefully killed the Suiren Clan.
From then on, the Suiren Clan beca the most pitiable clan in the wilderness; killing a mber of the Suiren Clan allows one to ascend the Jianmu Tree.
The Jianmu Tree seals countless beasts, and the higher you go, the stronger the beasts sealed within. It is said that even the ten great fierce beasts reside at the top.
To climb Jianmu, one doesn't need the adventurer to take risks; one only needs to climb as high as they can, reaching the top they can attain, and they can then fuse with any beast at their level or beneath.
The lifespan of the wilderness beings is extrely short. Even if one holds an emperor position, without consuming divine objects, taking the Undying Pill, or rging with beasts, they barely live to 500.
Divine objects are hard to find, entirely reliant on luck;
The Undying Pill is in Kunlun, and it's said that the Queen Mother of the West has had it since the creation of the world and it remains in her hands. Who dares to seize it?
Therefore, beasts beco the best choice.
Throughout the years, to ascend the Jianmu Tree, countless Suiren Clan mbers were killed. Now, there are suspicions that the Suiren Clan might have perished entirely.
Even if not dead, they have traveled far to the border desolations, hidden in the Four Seas, concealing their nas, living furtively.
Who would have thought that there are still Suiren Clan mbers daring to appear at the Heavenly nding Grand Assembly!
People's eyes flickered, so with pity, so with malice.
Li Changzhou had a foreboding feeling; this Heavenly nding Grand Assembly might not be as simple as contending for the 'North Sea True God' position.
Is this part of the task?
He looked towards the center of the grand hall.
Leading the way was a middle-aged man with a majestic stride like a dragon or tiger, wearing emperor's robes, exuding a compelling aura.
All those with slightly stronger True Qi could sense that ever since this man entered, the rhythm of breaths in heaven and earth changed, following the ebb and flow of his aura.
This was the Yellow Emperor, Emperor Xuanyuan.
Half a beat behind the Yellow Emperor was an old man of calm deanor, clad in simple cloth, with a small dicine hoe at his waist—Emperor Yan, Emperor Ai.
Behind them followed Gong Gong and Zhu Rong.
Since the death of the first generation Emperor Gong Gong and Emperor Zhu Rong in battle, their descendants never achieved an emperor position, only titled as gods.
Water God Gong Gong wore a genial expression, his physique robust, clad in a divine robe embroidered with great rivers and vast seas.
Fire God Zhu Rong was a shriveled old man, drowsy-looking, wrapped in a purple divine robe, resembling a sun-dried mummy.
"Suiren Clan?" The Yellow Emperor gazed at the three kneeling before him.
Among the three of the Suiren Clan, one old and two young; the old one was very old, the young ones were only fifteen or sixteen.
"Your Majesty!" The elder of the Suiren Clan knelt with both knees, splaying his fingers to support on the ground, his forehead heavily striking down, "The Heavenly Emperor killed our Human Emperor, destroyed our entire clan; please, Your Majesty, kill Emperor Jun. We are willing to offer the Emperor Sword!"
"The Emperor Sword?!" The exclamations from the rangers of the Four Seas Hall roared in Li Changzhou's ears.
Not just the Four Seas Hall, the entire Heavenly nding Hall was in an uproar.
Everyone present, being masters and nobles from various clans, knew so secrets. The Suiren Clan once infused potent True Qi into the wilderness, greatly reducing their power, but this act protected all people, who in turn, shielded this Human Emperor.
United as one, unwavering resolve condensed into the Emperor Sword.
A strike of the Emperor Sword was the united might of all wilderness beings who attained the human form (Five Virtues Body).
With the Emperor Sword in hand, the Suiren Clan should have been invincible, yet no one knew why they lost to the Heavenly Emperor.
After the Suiren Clan was killed, the Emperor Sword did not submit to Emperor Jun for reasons unknown, instead, it disappeared, hidden within the Human Emperor's bloodline.
The Heavenly Emperor, aggressive, relentlessly pursued the Suiren Clan descendants, offering Jianmu as a reward, intending to annihilate the Suiren Clan for this legendary invincible sword.
"Is this sword about to erge?" soone whispered.
"Will new 'emperors' erge from the wilderness with the arising storm?"
If the Yellow Emperor acquired the Emperor Sword, with two powerful entities in the wilderness, a battle with the Heavenly Emperor would be inevitable, altering the wilderness landscape regardless of who won or lost.
"The Emperor Sword?" Even the Yellow Emperor and Emperor Yan showed shock.
"Your Majesty," the elder of the Suiren Clan raised his head with determination, "The entire bloodline of the Suiren Clan is here. If both your Majesties and the gods can execute the wretched Emperor Jun, we three are willing to immolate ourselves to empower the Emperor Sword, bringing it forth again into the wilderness!"
Execute the Heavenly Emperor?
Sneers echoed in the hall: "There are four people, but only one sword; how to divide it?"
The Yellow Emperor surveyed around, surprisingly not spotting who spoke. To evade his Divine Sense, it would have to be soone at least of emperor stature.
The number of emperor-grade masters present could be counted on one hand.
He was about to speak when a majestic aura descended from the sky.
"This is the land of the Nuwa Clan, the Heavenly nding Hall. To immolate oneself for the sword, please go elsewhere."
A lodious and ethereal voice resonated, as a waterfall-like blue light crashed upon the center of the hall. The contemporary Nuwa erged from the cascade of light. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ nοvelfire
Nuwa stood gracefully, her hair flowing, radiant and unparalleled. Though her expression was tranquil, it carried a hint of anger.
Her words were directed at the three of the Suiren Clan, yet her gaze was firmly on the Yellow Emperor.
Whether the Emperor Sword or executing the Heavenly Emperor, daring to let such conflict reach the Holy Snake Mountain, she would not allow it!
Among the two young ones of the Suiren Clan was a young man who suddenly shouted, "Earth Emperor Nuwa created humanity, yet exhausted herself to death for nding the heavens. Never thought her descendants would be this selfish and greedy!"
"How dare you!" Another aura descended.
The snake clan elders who should have been at the Wa Palace ceremony descended one after another into the Heavenly nding Hall, at the center of the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Hall.
"A re Suiren Clan dares speak of the Earth Emperor Nuwa!"
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