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

Chapter 839 The Change in the Emperor's Heart
The world does not know how many years the Emperor's Sacrifice to Yama has been suppressed, nor does the Heavenly Spirit Alliance, but they will not let go of such a good opportunity, and they begin to wipe out the Emperor's forces on a large scale.

The power that the emperor had painstakingly built was completely destroyed in just three hundred years. In addition to the suppression by the Heavenly Spirit Alliance, internal strife also occurred, which accelerated the speed of their demise.

The calamity brought by the emperor dissipated, and the Heavenly Spirit World returned to peace. Because they could not do anything about the suppressed emperor, Ji Yan, the Heavenly Spirit Alliance could only focus on cultivating disciples. Over the centuries, they took in countless geniuses in the mortal world, and more and more prodigies emerged.

A blink of an eye.

Emperor Ji Yan has been suppressed for 487 years, and is getting closer and closer to being freed.

These years have been agonizing for him. The closer he got to the five hundred-year mark, the more anxious he became, fearing that the patriarch Wushi would break his promise.

After all, he didn't know much about the Wushi Ancestor. Before the Wushi Ancestor made his move, he couldn't even be sure that the other party was the Wushi Ancestor.

Why five hundred years?

Emperor Ji Yan had only one thought in his mind.

Five hundred years is insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and it won't have much of an impact on him either. Even if his power is destroyed, he can at most start over, and at least he won't be plunged into an abyss of no return.

After being suppressed for so long, Emperor Ji Yan felt that the five hundred years was a time of hidden schemes.

At this moment, thunder rumbled from the sky, and the world quickly darkened. Soon, torrential rain poured down, like a waterfall cascading over the Emperor's body.

Beyond the sky.

In front of the boundary gate.

Two figures stood side by side, looking down at the Emperor's Sacrifice to the Heavenly Spirit World.

It was Tianling Shen and Tianhao.

Tianhao was dressed in a white robe with gold patterns, exuding a majestic and imposing presence. His long hair was coiled on top of his head, radiating arrogance. A mysterious and complex golden Dharma image floated behind him.

"Have you recovered your original memories?" the Heavenly Spirit God asked.

The two men standing together looked more like brothers than father and son.

Tianhao replied, "I haven't fully recovered, but I know this emperor. His name is Ji Yan, and his power and cultivation are far beyond my reach."

His eyes held a complex expression; he already knew that the Emperor's sacrifice to Yan had been suppressed by Gu An.

In the Heavenly Court, Emperor Ji Yan enjoyed boundless glory and was someone he looked up to. Although he had once received the Heavenly Emperor's favor, it was short-lived, and he was cast into reincarnation before he could truly grow up.

However, considering the recent struggles in the Heavenly Court, he felt that the Emperor's sacrifice to Yama was a blessing in disguise, and that he might be able to escape a calamity.

Tianhao glanced at Tianlingshen and asked, "Did you tell my master beforehand that I was coming back?"

In this life, he already knows his origins, but having memories from many lifetimes, he cannot call the Heavenly Spirit God his father. Only the Heavenly Emperor is qualified to grant him that title.

The Heavenly Spirit God dared not hope that he would acknowledge the father-son relationship, so he did not mind his attitude.

"I already said he agreed."

The Heavenly Spirit God replied, feeling somewhat emotional as he spoke of this matter.

He underestimated the affection that the Primordial Ancestor had for Tianhao. Even when faced with threats from the Heavenly Court, the Primordial Ancestor was willing to protect Tianhao.

In an effort to ease tensions with the Heavenly Court, the Primordial Master Wushi sent his disciples to the Heavenly Court, which might sever the hard-won relationship.

The Supreme Emperor, who holds supreme power in the Heavenly Court, is not someone that Yang Jian or the God of Longevity can control. In fact, it is uncertain whether the God of Longevity can survive in the presence of the Supreme Emperor.

Upon hearing Tian Lingshen's reply, Tian Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and then both of them fell silent.

After a while, the Heavenly Spirit God spoke up, saying, "Go to the mortal realm and find a place to cultivate."

"Ah."

Tianhao then disappeared from the spot. Tianling Shen looked towards the direction of the Tianling Great World, a smile on his face. Although the crisis and pressure brought by the Heavenly Court were great, the people he cared about were all before him, which was already a kind of happiness for him.

the other side.

Gu An was instructing Su Han in swordsmanship at the Wushi Dojo. The two stood in a peach blossom forest, where the ground was covered with peach petals, making the scenery vibrant and beautiful.

Su Han asked curiously, "Grandmaster, the five-hundred-year period is almost up. What should we do if that emperor wreaks havoc on the world again?"

When news of the emperor's suppression reached Wushi, he immediately sought out Gu An. Gu An did not hide anything and told him the truth, which excited him for a long time.

Although Su Han is a lively and unconventional guy, he is still very tight-lipped. He won't spread the information he gets from Gu An, not even to Zhen Qin. This is why Gu An is willing to continue talking to him.

"Although he was very purposeful and did not care much about the common people, as the emperor, he had his own pride and would not have deliberately harmed the people."

Gu An answered softly, while simultaneously wielding his wooden sword and striking Su Han's waist.

Su Han quickly adjusted his posture and continued practicing his sword techniques.

He was secretly amazed.

He was no ordinary person. He practiced swordsmanship in an ordinary way and yet he gained a lot. With just a few pointers from his master, he not only improved his sword skills but also his sword intent and understanding of the way of the sword.

It's incredible!
Su Han even wondered if even the most mediocre person could become a genius by following their master's cultivation path.

And so, Su Han began to focus on practicing swordsmanship.

Despite his seemingly carefree attitude, he was well aware that all the disciples of Wushi envied his treatment. Although his master scolded him, he actually took great care of him.

Even if it's just for his master's sake, he has to prove himself.

Listening to Su Han's thoughts, Gu An smiled and said softly, "He's finally starting to resemble him."

"His appearance? Grandmaster, who are you talking about?"

Su Han turned his head and asked, looking curious.

Gu An glared at him and said irritably, "I just praised you, and you got distracted again."

Su Han's eyes darted around, and he asked, "Are you talking about Uncle-Master An Hao? I heard that he is your most beloved disciple."

Gu Anping said calmly, "It's not An Hao, but a disciple named Su Han. The reason your master named you Su Han is because she had a deceased senior brother."

Upon hearing this, Su Han's eyes widened, and he quickly asked, "Another Su Han? Why didn't Master tell me? Could you tell me about him?"

Gu An felt the time was right, so he brought up Su Han and began to tell Su Han's story.

Su Han listened to the lecture while practicing her swordsmanship.

After listening for a while, his mood became heavy, because Su Han's life was really too bitter.

However, upon hearing that Su Han had gone astray, he couldn't help but frown, as he didn't approve of Su Han's choice.

After Gu An finished speaking, Su Han fell silent.

Gu An asked, "What are your feelings after hearing his story?"

Su Han took a deep breath and said, "If he hadn't been blinded by hatred and had focused on cultivating with you, things wouldn't have come to this."

"So do you think he did the right thing?"

"That can't be right! He owed you a debt of gratitude until his death!"

(End of this chapter)