Vol 2 Chapter 17: The Undying Monarch
The experience of exchanging knowledge from different worlds with the most exceptional individuals across various eras felt truly marvelous.
Even though so emperors had focused solely on governance during their lifetis, after being interred in the imperial mausoleum, they had ample ti and generations of previous emperors as ntors. With their intelligence, they could elevate all their abilities to astonishing levels.
Although due to the limitations of their spiritual forms, they couldn't be considered outstanding in certain specific areas, overall they almost instantly comprehended those otherworldly concepts and integrated them with their areas of expertise, creating innovative combinations.
Bundles of mory jade slips continuously flipped as Mo Wen imprinted his knowledge, while the successive generations of emperors also embedded their ideas within them.
"Advantages and Disadvantages of Multi-layer Composite Printed Battle Armor," "Spirit-Flesh Grafted Limbs Based on Augntation Principles," "Heavenly Pivot Divine chanism Design Draft," "Feasibility of Spirit Artifact-like Entities"...
"Heavenly Thunder Divine Soldiers," "Magnetic Heavy Crossbows," "Sky-Patrolling Flying Shuttles," "Soul-Shattering Technique"...
"Thunder Treasure Vault," "All-in-One Washing-Drying-Ironing Machine," "Life-Locking Ice Casket," "Great Matrix of Universal Kindness and Spiritual Tracing"...
Their inspirations ca wave after wave, ranging from military applications to civilian use, from nearly impossible super-technologies to simple modifications that could be crafted on the spot for verification. This instead left Mo Wen, with his less comprehensive foundation, sowhat struggling to keep up.
They discussed humanity's developntal prospects with endless enthusiasm until the Kong Family Head Worm "Little Kong" suddenly collapsed.
"Hiss, I almost forgot about it." She Chengze hurriedly brought a special elixir from the secret chamber and fed it to Little Kong, then said with considerable regret, "We emperors, though often receiving offerings and once bearing the weight of the nation's destiny, don't possess the many weaknesses of ordinary spiritual forms. But we are ultimately spiritual forms that can harm those with insufficient vital energy."
"Those top-tier martial experts who could ignore this problem mostly lack proficiency in other skills. Very few can engage in prolonged conversations with us, so it's better for us to remain in the imperial mausoleum and deepen our studies alone."
"If not for this, we would have compelled the Ministry of Works to relocate here, subjecting them day and night to the baptism of our inspirations, rather than rely transmitting questions and answers as we do now. Outsiders staying here too long still need dication."
Another emperor showed reluctance: "Do you want to labor until death, then change positions only to continue laboring after death!"
Yet another expressed skepticism: "Having only direction without technical details—starting from scratch, how many years would it take? Better to first consider marrow-replacent augntation implantation. If we could arrange positive tal arrays within ordinary people's bodies, we could completely block Yin energy and significantly improve their survival chances during accidents."
Mo Wen, still in the phase of intensive learning, didn't rush to share his views but simply observed.
This discussion would likely continue for quite so ti.
However, sothing seed to be approaching the imperial mausoleum.
He slightly frowned: "There are outsiders coming. I'll handle this."
Outside the imperial mausoleum, the final emperor of the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty, revered as the Undying Monarch, bypassed the mausoleum guards and gazed toward the distant imperial burial grounds.
The end of a dynasty—an outco no dynasty could avoid—had now descended upon the Chenyao Dynasty.
The Heavenly Stars were difficult to contact, and even preserving successive emperors as a final talent reserve couldn't change their fate while trapped in the mausoleum. Those spiritual forms were rely food before him.
The mausoleum guards who could normally delay him sowhat were, for unknown reasons, not stationed at the mausoleum.
This was his opportunity, and he would seize every chance that ca his way.
His consciousness spread with his power, completely enveloping this area within his perception. Those powerful spiritual forms beca clearly visible in his eyes—with just a thought, he could lock onto and devour them...
The Undying Monarch's pupils suddenly dilated as instincts forgotten for millennia abruptly returned, making him exert all his strength to block the attack.
His consciousness spread with his power, completely enveloping this area within his perception. Those powerful spiritual forms beca clearly visible in his eyes—with just a thought, he could lock onto and devour them...
The Dragon Blade cut through the air, his defenses vanished completely, and the Undying Monarch was cleaved in two.
He couldn't understand why such a powerful being would lie in wait at the imperial mausoleum; he understood even less why soone this powerful would "assassinate" without regard for martial dignity. But he understood this person was no enemy that could be overco by force.
So, he chose to play dead.
His spiritual form sprayed blood like flesh, pretending this was a physical body. The false spiritual form fled desperately the mont it separated, while the core part attempted to dissipate into energy, rging with nature and hiding deep underground.
His performance was flawless—anyone from this world would be deceived by this spectacle. Even those with habits of destroying evidence couldn't completely eliminate him.
But he faced Mo Wen.
Psychic power pierced through the Undying Monarch's thoughts in that mont of terror, excavating his next move. Peerless terrifying power swept through like a tidal wave, seeking to destroy every fragnt of the Undying Monarch.
The sky stained with blood, the earth roared, and the Undying Monarch didn't even have a mont to relax before his consciousness was seized by the heaven-shattering, earth-rending blow.
Will I die? Gazing at the approaching death, this question he had once answered through practical action millennia ago surfaced in his heart once more.
He didn't want to die, so he would not die.
He was the greatest emperor of the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty, having completed that ultimate research project, with countless heroic souls resonating within him.
He would use death to redeem the world, transforming himself into a ferry boat rather than being slain here!
He was the greatest emperor of the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty, having completed that ultimate research project, with countless heroic souls resonating within him.
"Boom!"
Torrents of soul energy surged within him, thousands of cries echoing in his ears. All past fears and the determination that had severed hesitation burned to their extre, bringing him into an unprecedented optimal state.
This was the first powerful enemy besides Long Yunshui who could withstand a full blow from him without dying. After enduring his second strike and being shattered, he actually had a second transformation.
The Undying Monarch, unable to control his form, transford into a torrent of souls that gushed outward in the chaos.
Hundreds of millions of deceased souls, along with his mories of the past, erged and distorted this area, recreating the semblance of bygone battles.
His dynasty, his armies, those fierce generals who had followed him... The power the Undying Monarch once possessed reappeared in a form even he had never imagined.
Withered bones stood once more, tattered banners fluttered in the fierce wind, yet the military spirit remained undiminished as if from days past.
The resurrected army of the dead faced Mo Wen, sounding their horns and raising a soaring murderous aura toward the heavens.
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