The Ancient Saint Emperor of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 75: Mythical Past, Underworld Ambition
Outside the starry sky, there are flashes of light flying by, and each one represents a star heading towards death, disintegration and disappearance.

Among the star corpses, the Demon King of the Underworld took out a divine light platform, moved across the starry sky again, and used a forbidden weapon to block the space, trying his best to prevent the divine thoughts from catching up.

The main god of the divine organization followed closely behind, also sacrificed his own domain platform, and shuttled all the way along the direction of Beidou, and soon approached.

They were all trying their best to get rid of the idea of ​​gods, and were terrified of such existence.

"I feel the breath of my descendants, the resonance of their physiques. The solar body cannot be wrong. I will find him and inherit the homeland."

Where the two disappeared, the one-armed old man in green looked towards the direction of Beidou, holding the stone coffin and walking slowly. He regained consciousness briefly due to the blood resonance. A figure was reflected in his eyes, a young man with red hair and a shawl, who had the same blood and the same physique in his body.

Although he was not heroic or strong, he had an unparalleled style that could suppress the three thousand realms of the underworld and reverse the reincarnation of the underworld, causing the fire waves in the vast galaxy to hit the sky and the stars in all directions to collapse.

"They are approaching Beidou."

"Hush, don't provoke them. They are suspected to be the Three Great Saints. Let's stay away from them and don't get affected."

The nearby saints from outside the domain were extremely fearful and even watched with caution, for fear of being affected.

In the Ziwei Sect, there are magnificent halls one after another inside the mountain gate, shining with various lights, and covered with magic arrays and Taoist patterns, creating an atmosphere of peace and purity.

But today, a force that was rampant in the mythological era came to the door and revealed shocking secrets. These words seemed to have touched the heavens and were not allowed to appear. There were actually blood-red lightning flying and striking down.

Everyone was shocked. The mythological era was too long ago, so long ago that people couldn't even tell how many tens of thousands of years it was from now. There was no exact number at all. It was farther back than the ancient emperors and the immortal gods. It covered the nine great celestial masters and towered over the underworld and heaven. It was an ancient history in which gods and demons danced together and all spirits chased after the immortals.

"Interesting, you came here for him, but unfortunately, we also came here for him, and you said that he is related to Ming Zun, so we can't let this person go." The deathly look in the eyes of the visitor from the underworld became even stronger. I don't know what he was thinking about, and he also cared about Ming Zun.

The person from the divine organization shook his head and said, "You can't. It's impossible to take him away. This is a seed of heaven."

"What a joke! For so many years, the underworld has been in control of the universe, causing the collapse of heaven, but it has remained standing for eternity, leaving all the gods lying dead. Who dares to disrespect it?" A man walked out of the underworld team. Although he had a yin aura on his body, he was not much different from a normal person.

Everyone was shocked. This was a creature reincarnated from a corpse, and a new spirit was born. Such a person was definitely a master, and had a great origin in his life. His status in the underworld would not be low, and he was a sage.

Everyone knows that the underworld has been collecting the corpses of powerful figures for eons, and recently even swallowed up a portion of the remains of the Heavenly Palace, turning the corpses of all the masters there into war slaves. How terrifying is that? They might even have obtained the corpse of an ancient prince.

Moreover, the core of the struggle between the two mythological forces is actually the Sun King!
People looked at Wang Hongwu with complicated expressions. This young man was so extraordinary that he could make both the Heaven and the Underworld boil over and search for him, and even cause conflicts and wars. He was a true mythical force.

What magic power does he have?
Even the ancient royal heir was in deep thought. This person was always shrouded in mystery. He was so mysterious that people couldn't help but explore him until they were immersed in him.

The saints from outside the domain were also wondering, could this young man be connected to the man who looked down on the nine heavens and ten earths and stood proudly above all eternity?

Similar flowers are still too ethereal.

Without paying any more attention to the guys from the underworld, the general of the divine organization looked at Wang Hongwu and took out a stone statue. The statue was carved with an ancient existence, and there was a strong power of incense and wishes entangled on it, making the stone statue itself look a bit magical.

"Young man, do you believe in reincarnation?" The words of this divine general were meaningful. The person he was looking for was related to the ancient heaven and had a great connection with Ming Zun. He mentioned something that happened thousands of years ago, which made Wang Hongwu think of a lot in an instant.

As he spoke, he pointed the stone statue towards Wang Hongwu, and the incense and vows on it suddenly boiled over, reflecting a picture. It was a figure bathed in chaotic light, with his feet on a hexagonal wheel, a sun appearing above his head, and a moon spinning behind him. He stood proudly among the gods, overlooking the vast universe.

Boom! Instantly, golden lightning danced, spreading outward from this place. The general was extremely excited, as if his thoughts had been verified. He said in a trembling voice, "There is a reaction. It is indeed related to Ming Zun!"

In order to realize this rumor, the divine organization searched through eternity, visited many ruins, and connected countless historical fragments. In this life, they finally saw the light.

"Reincarnation and samsara may exist, but that's not what I consider. The past and the future are merely extensions of the present. They exist because of me. It was my present self that constructed the past, and it's also my present self that creates the future. Everything hinges on this. I only believe in the dignity of this life. What is achieved in this life will be achieved in all eternity."

Wang Hongwu frowned slightly. These guys were talking nonsense, and he always felt that they would rush up to him and bow down to him in the next second. He did not believe in these illusory things. Even if they existed, he would create and plan them with his own hands.

He never looks back at the path he has walked, and he never regrets it; even if he can see the future through the fog, he will never pin his hopes on it, and even if he knows the past, he will not rely on it, because he believes that the 'present world' is full of variables, and he only respects this life. As long as he is invincible, he can control everything, change everything, and no one can stop him!
"But there really are two similar flowers in the world. You have to believe it." The general was not surprised. People with such personality are like this. Everything must be in their own hands. But he has decided to recruit this young man into the divine organization. Everything that follows will be left to time to verify.

However, their actions had already made the others in the room somewhat uneasy. The titled Ancestral King of Primordial Lake spoke up, "If you are indeed descendants of the Heavenly Court, we would like to know if the Immortal Realm really exists. Did the Emperor enter it during that battle?"

"Can that battle prove the existence of the fairyland? It's not just a virtual world interwoven with laws, right?" The Dragon Girl was also very concerned. After all, that was the dream her father had pursued all his life. The fairyland was too ethereal.

"Perhaps, but the Emperor was unable to enter. He encountered powerful beings within the realm and was stuck between the two realms, unable to advance or retreat. Later, a traitor used a similar flower to confuse his mind, and another traitor attacked him with the Immortal Bell. Furthermore, a group of Supreme Beings with peak Imperial Fates and visitors from the restricted area overturned the overall situation."

The general was not sure either. He had only heard about the incident from the old seniors and could not elaborate on it in detail.

"Were there restricted areas at that time?" The First King's family was surprised. The existence of the restricted area of ​​life had actually lasted for so long, which was beyond their imagination.

This time, it was the ghost general from the underworld who sneered and mocked, "You are so ignorant. The Life Forbidden Zone existed much longer than you think. It was just not in Beidou at that time. Those things are even older than the current owner of the Forbidden Zone."

"That was a mythical era that cannot be traced back or replicated. The things in the forbidden area during that period were incredibly ancient. Unlike today, they were truly remnants of ancient existences. Lingbao Tianzun once conquered them, but some believe they were the product of the ancient corpse's spiritualization, colliding with his killing array."

The general sighed. In the mythical ages, the underworld was a forbidden zone for life. It eventually evolved into this, becoming an organization and a terrifying legacy. Lingbao Tianzun?

Upon hearing this name, the expressions of many saints from outside the domain changed. It was indeed rumored that the Heavenly Venerable who created the secret of forming characters had stained the Immortal Sword Formation with immortal blood. Could it be true?

It can be said that many of the news today are shocking, making the royal family unable to calm down and take it seriously.

"Today you want him, and I want him too. It seems we still have to fight it out, and the winner takes all." The ghost generals of the underworld pointed at Wang Hongwu and the gods, their expressions gloomy and greedy. Of course they knew that many powerful people and saints would come to the event, and even the royal bloodline, but wouldn't this be better?
It also saves them the trouble of searching for them one by one. They can just eat them all and turn them into war slaves. The blood of the ancient emperor, the blood of the sun, the blood of the moon, the blood of Kunpeng, the blood of heaven and the blood of all the royal families can be caught in one scoop. It is simply wonderful.

"Since Lord Ming left, the underworld is no longer the underworld. It has deviated from its original intention and is far from what it was at the beginning. What kind of mythical force is the underworld now? It's just a devil's cave and a pit of corpses!" The god general scolded and took action directly to kill the ghost generals heading towards the underworld to stop them.

"Hey, you're just talking tough. You'd better fight with your predecessors in the ancient heaven first." The ghost general teased, and suddenly clapped his hands. In the distance, dark fog was rolling, thunder exploded, and a terrible shadow appeared. The endless army of the underworld came. They brought a small world from the underworld and came here. There were endless corpses on the ground, and the land was black and red. It was made of countless blood mud and residual blood.

The first figure was very terrifying. He was a leader among the ghost soldiers and had been a general of the ancient heaven. He was wearing black armor, revealing a pair of cold and gloomy eyes that flickered like ghost fire, emitting astonishing holy power.

Even his immortal platform was reflected, forming a strange image. It was black, different from the holiness of the cultivator. It was filled with yin energy, like a ghost cave.

In that small world, the Ghost Saint King walked out from then on. He was surrounded by a band of magic mist, which oppressed people to the point of suffocation. The surface of his body was steaming with the Nine Nether Jade Fire. He wore a mourning crown on his head, his green hair was flying, and he had eighteen Yin hands.

"I don't know the beginning, I don't know the end. At the end of reincarnation, everything will end. This is true for Zhongzhou, Beidou, and the universe." Immediately afterwards, a tall figure covered in red hair walked out of the coffin. Even his eyes were blood red, exuding a terrifying aura of the king level.

He was covered in red hair, and his tall body looked like a ghost that appeared only once in a thousand years, ferocious and terrifying. Every inch of his skin, including his face, was covered with half-foot-long red hair, and there was even half a reincarnation mark in his body. This was the road to immortality in the underworld.

The direction of the underworld's research on longevity is that everything is false, only the physical body is immortal, and it is protecting the true self. One day all the marks of reincarnation will be connected and integrated together, and sooner or later the true self will reappear. At that time, it will be an immortal, and the past, present and future will be united, and eternal life will be achieved.

"If I take away this half of the reincarnation seal, I wonder if it will be possible to make my reincarnation seal complete?" Wang Hongwu stared at the mark in his body and was quite interested in it.

"Whether you are a similar flower or a descendant of Ming Zun's bloodline, you should enter my underworld today and be saved!"

A group of ghost soldiers and generals roared, stared at Wang Hongwu, and began to chant the ancient magic scriptures. The sound was captivating and full of evil, which could make people's souls dizzy and degenerate, and their bodies undergo strange and ominous changes.

There was a dark haze in the sky, a bloody whirlwind appeared, and dim thunders fell one after another. Wang Hongwu felt a strange itchy sensation on his body. He raised his hand and saw that black and red hair had grown there. This was a curse that wanted to make him fall.

"What a joke! I have mastered all the teachings of the past, including the underworld. How can you hurt me!" He snorted coldly, and a bright light flashed between his eyebrows, condensing into a terrifying talisman, which turned into an ancient character that was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.

The word quickly grew larger, and each stroke seemed to be made of fairy gold, dazzling, translucent and shining, full of cold metallic quality.

This is a kind of Tao, the manifestation of the outline of his scriptures. As soon as it appeared, it devoured the power of the evil scriptures, taking in the curse that lingered on itself, and evolving a brand new stroke in the talisman, carrying the breath of the underworld.

Then, Wang Hongwu pointed at the group of ghost soldiers, and the talisman lit up. The original curse was reversed, making the group of ghost soldiers dizzy and itchy. Horrible strange hairs grew in every pore of their bodies, and they let out shrill screams.

Such a scene is shocking. The magic of the underworld is ineffective and even used by others on their own people. It feels absurd like shooting oneself in the foot.

“The glory of the Emperor and the honor of Heaven cannot be desecrated even after eternity, and no one can challenge them.” Upon seeing this, the general took out his horn and blew it to summon reinforcements.

As the horn sounded, the heaven and earth were shocked, like a strong wind passing by, with a sense of vigor and majesty. In an instant, the spaceship of the divine organization that was staying in the sky fell down, and many figures rushed out of it, and even saints came out to fight against the army of the underworld.

In front of Wang Hongwu, another figure suddenly appeared. He was wearing a pale one-eyed mask and a pair of rotten butterfly wings on his back. He was very young and clad in a dark iron armor. When the mask was retracted, his pale and gloomy face was revealed, with purple lips and blue eyes. He had the majesty of a lord of death, different from all the ghost soldiers and generals.

"I never thought that after eternity, the younger generations of Heaven and Hell would meet again, and it would become a formidable rivalry. Let me introduce myself. I am Lord Yama, a descendant of the Yama Palace in the Underworld. I shoulder the responsibility of collecting the remains of the Northern Dipper Heavenly Palace, and I have already completed a portion of it."

The young man spoke with a faint smile, very peacefully, without any murderous aura, but he was eerie, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Wang Hongwu thought of the inheritance of the three great halls of the underworld, and asked, "Are you the Yama son of this generation?"

"Hehe, although I'm happy to hear you say that, unfortunately I'm not one yet. I have to add the word quasi. I still need to fight with the other people until the last one survives and devours all the other seeds. Only then can I be the real Yanluozi." Yan Jun chuckled, his eyes flickering, and his eyes were a little cold when he mentioned the other seeds.

Wang Hongwu was a little disappointed when he heard this. He shook his head and said, "Then killing you would be a lot less fun."

"I like people like you, confident and outspoken, but when you fail, that expression makes people extremely happy." Yan Jun confronted him and slowly stepped forward, ready to attack.

No one expected that after the mythological era, there would be related descendants of heaven and hell fighting again for supremacy between heaven and earth. It was really surprising.

"The situation has turned out like this." The Dragon Girl whispered. The Dao Heart Fruit Festival was indeed full of twists and turns. However, the threat of the underworld was obvious to all, and the various tribes that arrived had to work together to stop it.

"Should we take action?" The titled ancestral king of Primitive Lake looked at Yuangu. The young master nodded and said, "Of course. If something really happens to Ziwei Sect, what will happen to our revival plan?"

They all understood that if the underworld really came out in large numbers, that would be the most terrifying thing, because it would indicate that endless ghost soldiers would be born and the corpses of the most powerful people in ancient times would return.

No one knows how many powerful people have been born from ancient times to the present. Even if the underworld only obtains a small part of their bodies, it is enough to be invincible.

(End of this chapter)