If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 838: Zhentian Xiongyue
The emperor's sacrifice to Yama was suppressed!
This news was like a bombshell, shaking the world, and its spread was unprecedented in its speed.

All living beings thought that a great calamity was about to come, but they did not expect that the emperor would be suppressed. Without the emperor, the emperor's power was not enough to shake the foundation of the Heavenly Spirit Alliance.

Various factions began to gather information and dispatched cultivators to investigate whether the information was true.

The giant mountain that suppressed the emperor's sacrifice to Yama also got a name and was called the Majestic Mountain that Suppresses Heaven.

Less than half a day after Emperor Ji Yan was suppressed, a great cultivator came to his vicinity. In the days that followed, more and more cultivators came, and his subordinates also came to see him and even tried to save him. Unfortunately, no matter what methods they used, they could not pull him out of the mountain wall, let alone destroy the majestic Zhen Tian Mountain.

He became a laughingstock, and his pride was shattered.

He has gone through many reincarnations, and he succeeded in each of them. In every life, he was successful and never ended up in such a predicament, even when he encountered a powerful enemy.

He would not only be humiliated by his enemies, but also lose all hope of victory.

Upon arriving in the Heavenly Spirit Great World, he experienced unprecedented hardship. The Heavenly Spirit Alliance was too tenacious, making it impossible for him to defeat them in a short time. Now, he has also encountered the intervention of the Primordial Ancestor and will be suppressed for five hundred years.

Five hundred years!
The power he built will definitely be uprooted by the Heavenly Spirit Alliance.

He did not reveal that he had only been suppressed for five hundred years, not because he distrusted the Primordial Ancestor, but because he feared that the Heavenly Spirit Alliance would go too far. In addition, he also wanted to see how his recruited subordinates and the world viewed him.

On the mountainside, Emperor Ji Yan hung his head, his white hair disheveled like withered grass. He remained motionless, as if he were already dead.

At this moment, he was filled with anger and resentment.

He resented everything, including the primordial master and himself.

He was certain that the person who suppressed him was the Wushi Ancestor, and only the Wushi Ancestor in the world had such ability.

He hated himself for trusting the sword in his hand too much. Even though the situation was already bad, he still attacked the female leader.

Emperor Ji Yan's mood grew increasingly gloomy. In the distance, a group of great cultivators from the Heavenly Spirit Alliance watched from afar, their brows furrowed, unlike the other cultivators who laughed heartily.

"Although he has been suppressed, we cannot kill him at all. If this continues, his hatred for the Heavenly Spirit Alliance will only deepen."

"Yes, but who exactly suppressed him?"

"Could there be someone unknown to us hidden within the Heavenly Spirit Alliance? He was kicked out of Alliance Leader Ji's small world; perhaps we can go and ask her."

"Although we are enemies, I still felt bad seeing him being humiliated like this."

"Indeed, although Emperor Ji Yan acts domineeringly, he can be considered upright and honest. He will never hide his intentions when he wants to fight someone."

The high-ranking cultivators discussed among themselves, and although they expressed sympathy for Emperor Ji Yan, they actually wished for his death.

Every day thereafter, creatures came to watch, witnessing the fate of the emperor's sacrifice to Yama. Most of these creatures were simply amazed and curious, without delving into deeper meaning.

There are many different accounts regarding who suppressed the Emperor's sacrifice to Yama.

Most people believe that there are hidden masters within the Heavenly Spirit Alliance, since the Emperor was suppressed because he caused a great disturbance within the Heavenly Spirit Alliance.

Some people have mentioned the Primordial Master Wushi, but there is no direct evidence, and the Primordial Master Wushi never gets involved in the internal struggles of heaven and earth.

Five hundred years would have been a short time in the past for the emperor to perform the ritual of sacrifice to Yama, but now it has become an unbearable ordeal.

Two hundred years later, the Emperor's Sacrifice to Yan still stands on the cliff of Zhentian Xiongyue, covered in dust and fallen leaves, the result of two hundred years of wind and rain.

Compared to two hundred years ago, this area is no longer so bustling, and the emperor's mentality of offering sacrifices to Yama has also recovered considerably, tending towards numbness.

In any case, before regaining his freedom, any amount of anger he felt would only hurt himself.

As noon approached, the sun blazed down, its rays bathing him, and faint white vapor rose from his body.

Sudden.

A stone fell from above, running down the mountainside and striking Emperor Ji Yan on the head. Emperor Ji Yan remained unmoved; he didn't even flinch.

At this moment, on the mountaintop, a young man in plain clothes was lying on the edge of a cliff. He cautiously looked down, but below were layers of clouds and mist, and he could not see any living creatures at all.

The boy in plain clothes looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. His clothes were ordinary and his face was dirty, but his eyes were very bright and lively.

"Where is the Emperor...?"

The young man in plain clothes muttered to himself as he scanned the area, but unfortunately, he couldn't find the emperor anywhere. He couldn't even spot a sparrow, let alone the emperor.

He sat up and began to pant.

It took him ten days to climb Zhentian Xiong Yue, and he had long since run out of food and water. Moreover, it took him three years to reach Zhentian Xiong Yue.

Over the course of three years, he endured many hardships, nearly being swept away by the river, almost being eaten by a monster, and even being captured by bandits who wanted to offer him as a sacrifice to a demonic cultivator.

After his initial excitement subsided, he began to feel uneasy.

If the legend of the emperor is false, wouldn't he have come all this way for nothing?
He wasn't afraid of the road back; he was afraid of disappointing his fellow villagers.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Finally, he hugged his legs and buried his face in his hands.

Half an hour passed before he finally mustered his strength. He stood up, patted his face, and walked to the edge of the cliff to look down at the sea of ​​clouds below.

"The Emperor!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

His voice was loud, but it didn't carry far in this world. The cultivators who were watching the Emperor's sacrifice in the distance heard his shouts, but they didn't pay any attention to them.

The young man in plain clothes began to call out the emperor's name again and again, his voice growing softer and softer.

After hundreds of repetitions, his voice became hoarse and his legs trembled.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground and began coughing violently.

"Fan Tong, why do you call me 'I'?"

A voice reached the ears of the boy in plain clothes, making him look up in surprise and quickly get up.

"Your Majesty, where are you?"

The young man in plain clothes, suppressing the pain in his throat, asked.

"I am at the bottom of a cliff. You can only see me by jumping down." Emperor Ji Yan's voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

The young man in plain clothes immediately went to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the sea of ​​clouds. He couldn't see any land at all; it was as if he were facing an abyss.

"I want to cultivate immortality with you. If I succeed, I will find a way to save you. Can you teach me how to cultivate immortality?"

The young man in plain clothes gritted his teeth and asked, but this time, he received no response.

He then continued to ask questions, but the Emperor Ji Yan remained silent.

After hesitating for a long time, the young man in plain clothes finally gritted his teeth and chose to jump off the cliff.

The Emperor Ji Yan, embedded in the mountain wall, hung his head. When the boy in plain clothes fell beside him, the wind blew through his hair, but he remained motionless.

Everything returned to silence, as if the boy in plain clothes had never been there.

(End of this chapter)