Man is in the heavens, parasites are born

Chapter 243 The Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor Arrives
"This level of power doesn't even belong to an Immortal Emperor?"

After everyone left, Fang Ming sensed the power levels among the five major parts and couldn't help but marvel at them.

He was certain that this was undoubtedly a power that surpassed the power of the Primal Gate!

Without a doubt, although the strength of his five avatars is not as great as that of an Immortal Emperor, it has far surpassed that of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

"Two thousand years have passed, and the River of Souls has made no move. It seems that the tributary's affairs are not as important to the mainstream as we imagined..."

Using the power of his own split body, Fang Ming's gaze pierced through the tributaries of the heavens and earth, reaching the main stream.

Although blocked by its core hidden place, they had already seen some of the situation of the River of Souls in an instant.

"The River of Souls has accumulated such an astonishing number of Immortal Kings..." Fang Ming observed the River of Souls, his heart filled with surprise.

Within that vast world of the Soul River, clusters of the blood and qi belonging to Immortal Kings were hidden within the magic array. There were more than two thousand beings at the Immortal King level, far exceeding the combined number of beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of this world, as well as the former alien realms, burial grounds, and immortal realms.

This is just the River of Souls; it doesn't even include the Ancient Underworld, the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit, or the Four Extremes Floating Soil. If you include those, there would be at least tens of thousands of bizarre immortal kings.

This only refers to the power of the strange race within the heavens, not including the immortal kings and beings in the countless dark universes on the edge of the high plateau and the land of calamity.

If we include those, the amount would be unimaginably large!

"But having a lot of people is useless, they're just blood packs!" Fang Ming withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to Hunhe.

Since we're just trying to stall for time, it's best to ignore it for now.

There's nothing wrong with winning without effort; if you can win without effort, then go for it!
As for the Soul River on the other side of Shrouding the Heavens, we'll deal with it when Shi Hao returns from the highland region. There's plenty of time anyway.

His divine sense swept across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as well as the Immortal Realm and the Burial Ground, which had long since become desolate.

Seventy percent of the living beings entered Fang Ming's myriad worlds.

In the myriad worlds, not only does time flow faster, but resources are also abundant, and many people have already attained immortality.

Some even succeeded in breaking through the barrier and became high and mighty Celestial Kings!
At present, although only two thousand years have passed in terms of actual time, the time within his myriad worlds is actually more than two thousand years.

Two hundred thousand years have passed within his myriad worlds, which have long since developed into an extremely prosperous cultivation civilization, with all kinds of tools and items having reached their peak.

Teleportation arrays spread across the world, and the former Void God Realm further evolved into the Heavenly Network of the Great Dao of the Heavens, through which all cultivators in the heavens and the worlds could communicate.

Numerous immortal scriptures have been made public and published on the Great Dao Heavenly Network, including the chapters on the Human Realm of the Original True Explanation and the Divine Guidance Chapter...

Of course, after making many Taoist scriptures public, the effect did not seem to be good, and not many useful talents were discovered.

Where there is communication, there is conflict. The so-called Heavenly Network of the Great Dao has become a place for countless cultivators to passionately "argue". After online arguments, they quickly escalate into offline fights.

Such things are unavoidable, but Fang Ming believes that flexible communication is more beneficial than harmful, so he doesn't get too involved.

Two hundred thousand years have passed, and Liu Shen has not successfully broken through to the Immortal King realm as in the best-case scenario; she remains in seclusion.

The Willow God failed, and neither did the Burial Master, the Burial Emperor, and the Six Extremes Immortal King. Although terrifying fluctuations occasionally spread from their secluded cultivation sites, and surging blood and qi rushed out, no qualitative change appeared.

Not far from where the group was in seclusion, there was another person in seclusion, the Butcher who had returned from the Boundary Sea.

It's highly likely that the Butcher, who had already become an Immortal Emperor, influenced the Butcher in this timeline, causing him to return here and enter Fang Ming's myriad worlds.

Fang Ming glanced at the group of people who were in seclusion and thought to himself, "As expected, becoming a Dao Ancestor who expands the path is not so easy."

Becoming a Dao Ancestor is not the same as becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Although they are both at the same level, the former is someone who expands the path from nothing, while the latter is someone who moves upward along the path of predecessors, so the difficulty is naturally different.

With his thoughts turning, Fang Ming calmed down and entered the Supreme Heaven of his own body. He quietly comprehended the profound mysteries of his own multiverse worlds.

As a supreme and boundless realm, it possesses boundless mysteries, making it the most suitable tool for Fang Ming to break through the current limitations of his realm.

Having reached this level of cultivation, it's about time to consider breaking through.

Moreover, the current calm and tranquility make it the perfect time to comprehend the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.

The two Quasi-Immortal Emperor weapons that once guarded the foreign lands have crossed the sea, and it won't be long before the four Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors from the other side of the Boundary Sea arrive. This might cause some turmoil, so for now, it's best to save the opportunity to open the Gates of the Heavens as a trump card.

Time passed, and to Fang Ming's surprise, more than a thousand years had gone by.

Fang Ming's five avatars simultaneously opened their eyes, looking towards the Boundary Sea, and murmured, "Judging from their domineering nature, they're definitely going to come knocking directly... But that might attract the attention of the strange Immortal Emperor..."

The Boundary Sea surged and boiled, unleashing boundless monstrous waves. It was a storm of the Dark Great Dao, with runes exceeding the level of Immortal Kings densely packed and terrifyingly powerful. It bombarded the Boundary Sea's embankment, causing countless remnants of the world to collapse.

An endless stream of terrifying creatures rode the storm across the sea!

That was a figure Fang Ming recognized. He had once called himself the 'Black Emperor,' but now he exuded the aura of a quasi-Immortal Emperor, which made people shudder!
He wore a white bone imperial crown and held a white bone imperial staff. He was enveloped in an extremely dense nine-colored immortal radiance, and his aura, which truly surpassed that of an immortal king, spread out, affecting the river of time and making spacetime unstable.

The Black Emperor—no, he was no longer the Black Emperor at this moment. His 'spirit' had been possessed by two quasi-Immortal Emperor weapons, and his 'form' was merely a supreme Dharma body created by the quasi-Immortal Emperor on the other side of the Boundary Sea using great magic power.

Now, the Black Emperor, wielding his imperial staff, waved it lightly, and the boundary wall of the Soul River, which far surpassed the vast universe, shattered like rotten wood for billions of miles.

Clearly, once the Dao Beacon of the Soul River was exposed, it was no longer possible to conceal it from these true Dao Ancestor-level beings.

Holding the imperial staff, he took a step forward and arrived directly at the core of this realm.

The Black Emperor's dark eyes, so black they could devour the heavens, turned, revealing endless causes and effects. In an instant, some scenes appeared in the River of Souls, reflected in his dark eyes.

That was the four Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors transferring their power to trace back to the source and restore the past events.

Of course, once you reach the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level, whether you are alive or dead, you will be shrouded in mystery, making it impossible to truly investigate and difficult to obtain much useful information.

However, sometimes you don't need too much; just enough to support and validate their ideas is sufficient.

A series of radiant lights flickered in the Black Emperor's eyes...

He saw the Quasi-Immortal Emperor of the Strange Clan preaching among the core Immortal Kings of the Strange Clan in the Soul River, saw them discussing how to break through to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level, and saw them talking about matters related to the Immortal Emperor.

As the images unfolded before his eyes, a cold smile appeared on the Black Emperor's pale face.

"Fellow Daoists currently in seclusion in this realm, you should all know the purpose of my visit." He suddenly looked up at a certain direction of the River of Souls and said coldly, "I will not hide anything. As long as you give me the Immortal Emperor's Scripture, I will turn around and leave without hesitation!"

"And don't spout nonsense about completely joining you and truly becoming one of your kind." The Black Emperor sneered as he spoke, "Perhaps you once had Immortal Emperors, possessing power at that level throughout the heavens, but I can assure you that you no longer have that level of power!"

“We all saw it… that boundless and terrifying sword light severed the past and the future… that supreme fist light destroyed endless space and time…” He revealed a bright smile and said, “This also means that you are in big trouble… The so-called Soul River can no longer possibly contain power at the level of an Immortal Emperor.”

This means that the Soul River is currently the weakest it has ever been!

In fact, in the battle that took place in the future, the quasi-immortal emperors who died were more likely to be resurrected, because they may not have died at the hands of an immortal emperor.

Instead, the Celestial Emperor was unable to be resurrected and return; they had been eternally silenced!
"Fortunately, that person is dead, killed by the supreme being of your race!" The Black Emperor's smile widened. "Speaking of which, we should also thank you. Thank you for altering our original destinies; otherwise, we would have been destined to die at the hands of such beings..."

He looked at the still silent core of the River of Souls, his voice gradually turning cold as he said, "Since things have come to this, why don't you go a step further and give me the Immortal Emperor Scriptures you possess as well!"

Just then, from the deepest part of the Soul River, a terrifying aura rose up, causing the entire Soul River to boil and its waters to surge through the heavens.

Then came a chilling voice that could freeze time and space: "Laughable frog in a well! How dare you covet the supreme inheritance of my clan! You truly have no regard for your own life!"

"A frog in a well?" The Black Emperor chuckled, then said quietly, "I don't know how many billions of years have passed, but I've heard this description again, and it's used to describe me, the Emperor!"

A figure rode the surging waves of the Soul River, his greyish-white eyes coldly fixed on the Black Emperor. He said disdainfully, "You don't even dare to come in your true form, but instead use a quasi-Immortal Emperor weapon to create a dharma body. You dare to covet the supreme inheritance of my clan? You really have a death wish!"

"Today, I will kill your avatar right here, and then, following the cause and effect, I will also annihilate your true self!" The Soul Lord roared, waving his hand and unleashing all sorts of great supernatural powers, sending the Black Emperor to attack.

Clearly, the Black Emperor's evolved quasi-Immortal Emperor-level avatar was not taken seriously by the Quasi-Immortal Emperor of the Soul River.

"Haha..." The Black Emperor let out a laugh that didn't belong to him, "Let me see how truly wondrous the inheritance of a Celestial Emperor really is!"

The endless, nine-colored light of immortal destruction burst forth, illuminating the entire River of Souls with crystal clarity, revealing every detail!
In an instant, countless strange creatures dwelling in this vast world perished tragically. Unable to withstand the destructive radiance, their strange blood soaked their secluded cultivation grounds!

This is the true might of a quasi-Immortal Emperor, a radiance born for destruction!

(End of this chapter)