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

Chapter 840 The Path to the Heavenly Emperor
Gu An shook his head and chuckled when he heard Su Han's words. What would this kid's reaction be if he knew that the person he was criticizing was himself?
Thinking about it this way, Gu An actually felt a sense of anticipation.

"Alright, practice your swordsmanship now. I'll stay with you a little longer; I have to go out now," Gu An said seriously, his smile fading.

Su Han looked at him and asked curiously, "Grandmaster, where do you go when you go out? Could you take me with you once?"

Gu An pretended to be mysterious and said, "I have thousands of incarnations in the human world, and I have many identities to continue my training. I can't take you with me, because that would break the path of training. If you go out to train in the future, you may still meet me, but you will definitely not recognize me."

These words gave Su Han goosebumps. He did not doubt his master's words. He began to recall the past. Could he have encountered his master when he was traveling in the mortal world?
He subconsciously looked up and met Gu An's gaze. Seeing Gu An's meaningful smile, he couldn't help but shiver.

Gu An raised his wooden sword and continued to correct Su Han's sword moves, forcing him to look away.

The mundane days continued.

Su Han cultivates every day. Although he hasn't experienced any major upheavals, he doesn't find it boring at all. Being able to continuously grow stronger within a peaceful life is what he considers the happiest life.

As time went by, the five-hundred-year mark of the Emperor's sacrifice to Yan finally arrived.

On this day, the weather was clear and the sky was cloudless.

The Emperor's Sacrifice, embedded in the mountain wall, suddenly began to loosen. Then, its body leaned forward and fell down with a dozen or so pieces of broken stone, smashing through the sea of ​​clouds.

The wind howled in his ears, and Emperor Ji Yan opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes gradually becoming bright.

boom!
He crashed to the foot of the mountain, his feet shattering the ground and the mountain wall behind him, dust billowing up in circles. He knelt on the ground, one hand supporting him.

His body began to tremble, and the dirt on his face began to crack, turning into dust particles that fell down.

He slowly stood up, looked at his hands, and a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.

"It's really over..."

The emperor's voice trembled as he offered sacrifices to Yan, his voice hoarse.

He had repeatedly questioned whether the Master Wushi was playing a trick on him, which is why he was now overjoyed, even more excited than when he became the ruler of a realm in his previous life. All the resentment he had towards the Master Wushi had vanished.

Looking back now, he wanted to kill Wushi Zushi's people, but Wushi Zushi only suppressed him for five hundred years, which was too lenient a punishment. If it were him, he would never have been so merciful.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't dare to provoke the Master Wushi. If he can convince himself, he can live a more comfortable life in the future.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a skeleton not far away. The skeleton was broken and scattered in the soil, but he recognized it at a glance.

It was the plain-clothed boy who had called out to him from the mountaintop years ago.

As his cultivation level rapidly recovered, Emperor Ji Yan also regained his divination abilities. He looked at the skeleton and deduced the past of the young man in plain clothes.

The village of the young man in plain clothes was oppressed by demonic cultivators, who would occasionally allow monsters to enter the village and wreak havoc, causing immense suffering. He escaped with the hopes of the entire village, but his talent was too poor, and no cultivation sect was willing to accept him. By chance, he heard the legend of the emperor being suppressed, so he came all the way to find the Zhen Tian Xiong Yue.

Such experiences are not common in the mortal world.

For some reason, Emperor Ji Yan felt inexplicably irritable at this moment.

The Master Wushi said he would suppress him for five hundred years, and that was only five hundred years. Others who sought to see him ended up being smashed to pieces.

A scene flashed through his mind: the expression on the face of the young man in plain clothes as he listened to other low-level cultivators talk about the legend of the emperor.

The boy's face was full of longing and anticipation. Although the emperor had been suppressed, he thought the emperor was very powerful. He believed that this was just a test from the primordial master, and he even thought that the emperor could end the dark world he lived in.

The world is at peace, but that's just the big picture. For those suffering in misery, this world is hell.

Therefore, the young man in plain clothes placed his hopes on him.

Emperor Ji Yan could distinguish whether the people who sought refuge with him were genuine or demonic. Few people truly believed that he could bring a better future to this world, like the young man in plain clothes.

"Have you gained anything in these five hundred years?"

A voice entered the ears of Emperor Ji Yan, startling him so much that he looked around. His gaze focused on a huge rock to the south, where a man in white stood, his figure like a peak, his face indistinct.

The Beginningless Patriarch!

Emperor Ji Yan was instinctively on guard, but then he thought that if the Primordial Ancestor wanted to harm him, he would have no power to resist.

He calmed down, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have gained something; perhaps I overlooked the hearts of all beings."

"From now on, you can do whatever you want, I will not stop you, but if you encounter a disciple I care about, I will still take action."

"Your Majesty, you have reincarnated so many times in the mortal world, is there anyone you truly care about? For whom do you fight?"

After Gu An finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

Emperor Ji Yan did not immediately flee the place. His expression shifted between light and dark, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the skeleton.

He was undergoing reincarnation and trials, life after life. In fact, he felt that he had not found the right direction. Which path was the path to becoming the Heavenly Emperor?

His father didn't give him any hints, letting him search through reincarnation on his own. Gradually, he grew stronger in his pursuit of becoming the ruler of the human world, forgetting to reflect on whether he was on the right path.

Is it really only through conquest that the world can be unified?

Emperor Ji Yan stood still, his eyes closed.

Fallen leaves drifted past him, the sun set and the moon rose, day after day.

A few days later, some cultivators who came to observe the emperor discovered that he had escaped. The cultivators panicked and immediately left to spread the news in various places.

More and more cultivators came to confirm the matter, and they soon discovered the figure of Emperor Ji Yan.

The cultivators were extremely nervous upon seeing Emperor Ji Yan standing on the ground.

As time went on, more and more cultivators gathered near Zhen Tian Xiong Yue, and even the great cultivators of the Tian Ling Dao Alliance arrived, forming ranks.

Months later, snow fell, and one of the snowflakes landed on the head of Emperor Ji Yan. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky, his eyes filled only with the flying snow.

Meanwhile, towering banners stood in all directions, each as tall as a majestic mountain. Embroidered with various mythical beast patterns, the banners revealed the figures of powerful cultivators from the Heavenly Spirit Alliance in every direction. From this vantage point, it was clear that the Heavenly Spirit Alliance had laid a net of heaven and earth, leaving Emperor Ji Yan with nowhere to escape.

Emperor Ji Yan looked up at the sky, the snow falling heavier and heavier, blurring his vision.

Every snowflake reflected a scene in his eyes—the lives of different people, people he had met in his past and present lives, many of whom he had only met once.

(End of this chapter)