The Great Ruler: Starting from the Dark Ages

Chapter 175 Corpse Immortal Emperor
Quasi-Immortal Emperors are extremely difficult to kill, and the Heaven and Earth Furnace that Xu He has now created is precisely for refining their flesh, bones, and primordial spirit.

The once invincible Nine Nether Hound Ancestor perished just like that, and no one expected it to happen so quickly.

The cultivators of the Nine Nether Ao clan watched this scene with mixed feelings and countless thoughts.

On the one hand, this ancestor was indeed extremely powerful, which made them want to curry favor with him. Unfortunately, all of this was just a pipe dream.

They did not want to fall into darkness and watch their bodies decay bit by bit.

"Next, it's your turn." Xu He's icy gaze swept over Emperor Yu.

"I'll give you some dignity; you may commit suicide."

Emperor Yu's expression was extremely grim.

The emperor cannot be humiliated. Although he was determined to fight until his blood ran dry, his own life force was almost completely burned out at this moment.

To describe it as "running out of fuel like a lamp" would be no exaggeration.

In contrast, Xu He recovered his condition far too quickly. Even if he wasn't at his peak, his surging blood energy was unmatched by anyone else.

"I am not reconciled..." Emperor Yu cried out helplessly to the sky.

"Fine, if I can't bring myself to do it, then I'll send you on your way." Xu He said, then gathered the Great Dao Sword in his hand and swung it out, severing the head of the Feather Emperor.

With a single punch, his skull was shattered.

His primordial spirit also emerged, letting out a painful howl, but unfortunately, everything was already set in stone, and there was no way to reverse it.

Xu He shattered his primordial spirit as well, accelerating the operation of the Heaven and Earth Furnace and speeding up the refining process.

Even if the two Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors had tenacious vitality, they could only watch their bodies disintegrate little by little within this furnace, eventually turning into pure life essence and feeding back into this world.

At this moment, Xu He punched into the void, shattering the dark cage hidden at the end of the Boundary Sea.

This allowed the old immortal king inside to see the light of day again.

After slaughtering countless dark creatures in the surrounding area
Xu He's steps never faltered for a moment.

He walked from the edge of the border sea to the embankment, leaving deep footprints.

With another step, he descended upon the Immortal Realm in an instant.

At this moment, as he looked at the many dark creatures high in the sky, the imperial light on his body shone even brighter.

With a mere gesture, as if gently wiping glass, the dark creatures high above were instantly crushed by a mountain, twisting and exploding into pools of blood mist.

One by one, the ancient temples of reception fell swiftly like kites with broken strings under this enormous hand.

Upon contact with the immortal realm, it was quickly reduced to dust.

On this day, countless dark creatures perished, including beings even more powerful than the nineteen monsters, but they all turned into a pile of filthy blood and broken bones.

This battle was so brutal that it affected everyone.

Everyone knew that this battle was destined to be etched into the ancient history of all races, and that the Heavenly Emperor would be worshipped by all races.

The war has ended, but the pain it brought to all races can never be erased.

The Immortal Realm collapsed, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation, like a shattered mirror. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were reduced to a pile of loose sand, and countless lives perished. Several Immortal Kings and dozens of True Immortals were unable to survive this catastrophe.

Amidst the wailing and lamentation, Xu He surveyed the scene, his eyes slightly lowered.

Looking at the masses of people shouting for the Heavenly Emperor, his heart was finally moved with compassion.

"Restore it," Xu He whispered, as if issuing some kind of decree.

In the blink of an eye, the immortal realm, which had been scattered into countless pieces, was pieced back together, and the nine heavens and ten lands, which had been scattered like sand, were transformed back into continents.

The sun, moon, and stars have returned to their normal course.

The solar terms and seasons have also been readjusted.

"Thank you, Heavenly Emperor." A cultivator burst into tears upon witnessing this scene.

It was a Celestial King, who was holding his beloved in his arms, but his body was cold, having perished many years ago.

Xu He recognized him; he was a Celestial King who had joined the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, countless cultivators looked at Xu He and said in unison, "Thank you, Heavenly Emperor."

However, amidst the jubilation, there was also a sense of sadness. The homeland had been restored, but the brothers, the lovers, and the soulmates had all perished.

This scene is a microcosm of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

An even more tragic scene has occurred repeatedly throughout countless millennia of ancient history.

A strange and dark place, it reaps all races, treats the heavens as gardens, and regards all living beings as livestock.

However, there were too many people who stepped forward in this battle.

Xu He looked at the scene of utter devastation and raised his hand again.

A gentle breeze swept across the myriad realms, never ceasing, as if to sweep away the eternal years, leaving the regrets of this life to be ended in the next.

Countless people were puzzled, only feeling that the gentle spring breeze was truly healing their wounds.

They saw drops of essence blood emerge from the bodies of the Daoist brothers and eventually converge in the Heavenly Emperor's palm.

In the next instant, Xu He's Bitter Sea Immortal Realm appeared in the world. Drops of his essence blood fell into the Bitter Sea, took root, sprouted tender shoots, and burst forth with boundless vitality.

Perhaps the seeds of life are still very fragile now, but after countless ages, they will produce one true immortal and immortal king after another!
Xu He made no attempt to hide any of this from the world, allowing them to observe freely.

Finally, amidst the astonished cheers of countless people, Xu He spoke:

"I, the Emperor, promise you that we may meet again after ten thousand ages."

The words had barely left his lips when they caused a huge uproar.

Will we meet again after all eternity?
The Heavenly Emperor granted his request.

Isn't this a kind of... reincarnation?
Who can determine the cycle of reincarnation in this world? But the words of the Heavenly Emperor are convincing.

Because he was the Heavenly Emperor, who single-handedly defeated too many enemies and created too many miracles.

"God!"

All the cultivators in the world are chanting the true name of the Heavenly Emperor.

Utterly devout, utterly sincere.

This is the true path to immortality, attainable through reincarnation, not the arrogant pronouncements of some roadside immortal king.

For ten thousand years, countless people prayed fervently, their voices never fading, until one day, Xu He set off again.

Countless people looked at the Heavenly Emperor, and his resolute and determined back brought tears to their eyes.

It has only been ten thousand years since that battle. Ten thousand years is just a short time. How can one recover from such a wound?

The Immortal Kings were all deeply moved. Having reached this level, they naturally understood the importance of recuperating from their injuries.

In that battle, almost everyone suffered damage to their Dao foundation, which would require years to repair.

As for the Heavenly Emperor, although he was powerful, he was only facing opponents of the same realm, so his injuries were predictable.

Xu He's figure gradually disappeared into the Boundary Sea.

Like a star, hanging in a place that no one can reach.

The people were in tears, their eyes like a dam bursting, tears streaming down their faces.

"Could there be an enemy deep within the Boundary Sea? Does the Heavenly Emperor need to set off again?" someone asked in despair.

"Heavenly Emperor, take a rest. The Immortal Realm, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, will always be your home." A cultivator waved towards the spot where Xu He disappeared, trying to persuade him to stay.

"Why, why can't we help the Heavenly Emperor!" someone roared, wishing they could follow the Heavenly Emperor and fight alongside him.

One shout after another, just like it was ten thousand years ago.

Xu He continued forward, his expression unchanged.

He gazed ahead, at the edge of the Boundary Sea, in that ultimate ancient land, where a force was calling to him, wanting to guide him there.

"Rotten wooden box, I've finally found you." After searching for a while, Xu He finally found the rotten wooden box in a remote place in the Boundary Sea.

Looking at the rotten wooden box, Xu He felt a pang of emotion.

If it weren't for the oppressive aura emanating from above, who would have thought that this was the true first emperor who created the world?

"Junior, what are you going to do?" Through the ages, the divine thought within the rotten wooden box finally spoke.

However, the voice was extremely cold, even carrying a sense of admonition and warning.

"Go and change all of this," Xu He said calmly, his attitude unchanged despite being the first emperor to create the world.

"Change what?" The divine sense within the rotten wooden box paused noticeably for a moment before asking coldly.

Xu He did not stop, but walked step by step towards the ultimate ancient land, calmly speaking:
"everything."

As soon as the words were spoken, the divine consciousness within the rotten wooden box clearly changed its attitude.

Suddenly, he sneered, "Such arrogance! Don't you know..."

"what?"

The divine sense within the rotten wooden box showed a hint of surprise.

"You actually killed those ants?"

He saw it: beside Xu He were the broken spear of the Emperor-Slaying Emperor, and the shattered purple lightning warhammer of the Old Man of Annihilation...

The divine sense within the rotten wooden box slightly withdrew its disdain, but its arrogance remained.

In his view, those people were really just ants.

"You have some strength, but you're just a slightly larger ant. Don't you know your own limitations?" The divine thought in the rotten wooden box continued to speak.

Xu He didn't respond; he didn't need to explain or prove anything.

He himself is the epitome of invincibility.

If there is an enemy, we will simply defeat them with our full strength.

Seeing that Xu He remained silent but his steps became more determined, the divine sense within the rotten wooden box seemed to take a liking to it, and stopped making a sound, simply watching Xu He quietly.

Even if you really arrive at the ultimate ancient land and see countless temples.

Even as countless ancient temples trembled in an attempt to guide the rotten wooden box, the divine consciousness within remained unmoved.

He seemed to want to see what Xu He was planning to do.

Or rather, what kind of tone would dare to utter words like "change everything"?

You should know that he also collapsed on the road.

Seeing the rotten wooden box glowing but not moving, Xu He merely raised an eyebrow slightly, without paying any attention to the police.

Finally, Xu He arrived at the deepest part of the ultimate ancient land and stopped there.

Here stands a giant, gleaming monument.

Pure white as jade, and incomparably sacred.

There is no material like this in the world; it seems to have been forged from the bones of an immortal emperor.

"The final chapter of the original true explanation."

Xu He whispered, stroking the inscription on the tombstone.

Even after countless ages, the runes on it remain clear, still conveying endless mysteries.

"Are you interested? Do you want to learn?" The divine thought within the rotten wooden box spoke again, full of interest.

Xu He closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, listening to the teasing voice of the divine thought within the rotten wooden box, but only shook his head slightly.

"Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die."

As soon as the words were spoken, the divine consciousness within the rotten wooden box fell silent.

At that moment, he put away all his contempt.

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die.

This original and true explanation was created by him.

Each Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse has their own path, which cannot be replicated; they can only forge their own way.

This is why, throughout countless ages, only he has been able to become an emperor.

His original true explanation was only provided up to the peak of Quasi-Immortal Emperor, in order to allow more people to try new paths.

After all, creating a new system and continuing the path of predecessors are two different paths.

If Xu He had really wanted to learn, he would have definitely looked down on him.

This also indicates that Xu He's path has come to an end.

Now, he could clearly sense that Xu He had only gained some insights, nothing more.

That won't fool him.

"Interesting," the divine thought within the rotten wooden box uttered.

Why don't you want to learn?

"Because this path is not strong enough, nor does it belong to me."

Xu He answered truthfully.

His strength has reached the pinnacle of Quasi-Immortal Emperor, and he is only one step away from becoming an Immortal Emperor.

This original, authentic explanation was of little use to him anymore.

Moreover, the final cultivation level of the Corpse Immortal Emperor was only that of a first-tier Immortal Emperor, and he was even half a step away from achieving the Dao of Sacrifice.

However, if nothing unexpected happens to him and he can cultivate smoothly, he might be able to enter the path of sacrifice, and even beyond that.

The Ten Mysterious Ancestors are among those who uphold the sacrificial rites and have existed since time immemorial. Why is it that only the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, the Ye Heavenly Emperor, and the Chu Heavenly Emperor have been able to transcend and occupy positions above the sacrificial rites?

This is by no means a matter of talent or the accumulation of time.

At this moment, the divine consciousness within the rotten wooden box also discerned the meaning: "You mean, my path is inferior to yours?"

He was furious; this was the first time he had ever been looked down upon by a junior.

“Young man, do you know that your way is from me…”

"You...you don't practice this method? You've created a new system!"

The divine consciousness within the rotten wooden box spoke with immense excitement, as if it had witnessed something bizarre.

Everything that had just happened, including the conversation, occurred in a very short time, so much so that he didn't even realize that the system Xu He was practicing was not from the same lineage as his own.

At this moment, he looked at Xu He and felt as if Xu He was shrouded in a layer of mist.

It was somewhat unfathomable. Apart from the strength of a quasi-immortal emperor at the peak and the immense causal aura that made one's scalp tingle, nothing else was known.

In later generations, a truly brilliant and outstanding person indeed appeared?
Could it be... that he can really change everything?
"boom!"

At this moment, black mist surged forth from the depths of the ultimate ancient land.

Countless sources of darkness surged forth at this moment, vibrating outwards.

It is accompanied by endless Dao runes, each word containing endless mysteries, surpassing the level of Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

"This must be the opportunity to become an emperor that the Old Man of Annihilation and the others have been seeking," Xu He murmured.

Unfortunately, despite the efforts of the Annihilation Elder, the Feather Emperor, the Azure Emperor, and the Hong Emperor in instigating the Dark Turmoil, the resulting runes were not as significant as the slight tremor of the Ultimate Ancient Land at this moment.

All I can say is... fate is cruel.

"I can only learn a little from them." These runes gave Xu He some insights, but the dark aura attached to them made him feel uncomfortable.

Xu He raised his hand, dispelling the scriptures and shattering the dark essence within them, discarding them like worn-out shoes.

The moment Xu He shattered the source of darkness, the Ultimate Ancient Land trembled, as if it had angered some mysterious being.

"Hurry up!" came the voice from the rotten wooden box again, filled with anxiety.

Xu He narrowed his eyes slightly, only looking at the place where the black energy was surging.

"You will be corrupted by him!" The voice from the rotten wooden box rose again:
"He's awake!"

(End of this chapter)