The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

It was cloudy, dry, and had a faint mineral smell.

This reminded Feng Zhi of the tombs deep within the ancestral land of the Big Dipper, and he had the same sense of déjà vu, the scent of time's passage.

The two walked for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before the lights next to them came on.

They looked like they hadn't been used for many years, and their reactions couldn't even keep up with the pace of Feng Zhi and the other person.

At the end was a closed, ancient stone door, so ancient that it seemed about to collapse at any moment.

Feng Yuan stopped in front of the door and pressed his hand on the shallow imprint on the surface of the stone door.

I waited a few breaths.

A muffled sound came from inside the stone door, as if something heavy was slowly turning deep inside. Then the stone door opened inward, revealing the stone chamber behind it.

Feng Zhi and Feng Yuan entered the stone chamber together. The atmosphere here was so thick with the weight of time that it was frightening, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

His gaze swept across the entire stone chamber.

It was about three or four zhang square, with flat walls and no decorations.

There was a low table against the wall that was already deformed but could still be barely held together.

As Feng Zhi walked over and looked, his eyelids twitched in surprise.

This is outrageous! This table is actually a sacred weapon!

What level of being could use a sacred weapon as a table?

It appears to be made of holy meteorite black gold, and the time it has been here has even exhausted the precious materials of this holy weapon.

You should know that if this kind of divine material were to undergo another transformation, it would be no different from existing forever!

Those legendary weapons passed down through generations of great saint families were made from that material!

Time alone has caused this sacred object to decay; it has existed here for... probably as long as 300,000 years.

Feng Zhi felt a pang of regret and shock. He shifted his gaze and continued scanning the stone chamber.

Then he saw a cup, a tripod, a bed...

Each of these items was once a sacred weapon, but without exception, they have all lost their spirituality, leaving only broken shells.

Just as Feng Zhi was feeling that he was wasting a precious resource, his laughter and scolding came from behind him.

"Look at you, so naive! These are just some sacred weapons. If you like them, I'll let you go back and pick out a couple from the family treasury."

Feng Zhi walked past the old man and said, "It's just a bit of a pity. Someone of this level could have kept it for their clan even if they didn't use it themselves. Why leave it there to collect dust?"

Feng Yuan shook his head, his voice low, and let out a sigh: "Ah, it's different..."

"It doesn't matter what other people's things are, but this is the secluded cultivation chamber of the previous Human Emperor. The things here are kept by the family as mementos to prove that he once existed in the world. Although holy weapons are precious, my Feng family is not lacking in such things!"

The old man's voice once again marveled at the power of time.

Feng Zhi did not answer this question that troubled even the Great Emperor. He stood beside the old man and looked at what was in front of him.

It looks similar to the Spirit Source, but it exudes a mysterious aura. This is the Emperor Source that Feng Zhi saw on his master!

He knew where he was as soon as the stone gate opened.

His body was trembling violently, constantly resonating, as if he had seen a relative who could never exist.

This was the residence of the previous generation's emperor.

Feng Zhi stood in front of the Imperial Source and quietly looked at it for a while.

His master, Bei Chenzi, used this object to seal himself away for hundreds of thousands of years.

This is a divine artifact that only an emperor-level being could create, used to isolate it from the erosion of time and seal away its essence.

The Emperor Source in front of me is much smaller than my master's, only the size of a palm.

It is completely transparent, and the contents inside are different. The Emperor Source in front of us contains only a drop of blood.

The drop of blood was golden-red, thicker than ordinary blood, as if it had been condensed from countless times compressed essence.

It seemed to be alive, constantly pulsating within the Emperor's Source, and with each pulsation, the blood vessels within Feng Zhi's body trembled slightly.

He could sense that there was something extremely profound contained within that drop of blood.

That wasn't power; it was more like a remnant of consciousness compressed over a long period of time.

It has no self and cannot speak, but that aura makes him clearly know that the owner of this drop of blood was once a human emperor, and walked the path he is now walking.

Feng Zhi stood in front of the Emperor Source and quietly looked at it for a while.

Feng Yuan watched from the sidelines, not in a hurry to urge them on.

"As you should already know, this is the residence of the previous Human Emperor, which is over a million years old."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhi was startled by the number.

He originally thought it would only be a few hundred thousand years, but he never expected the span to be so long.

He couldn't help but ask the old man, "Third Grand Uncle, how many people in our Feng family have actually possessed the Human Emperor Physique? You didn't seem to have mentioned this to me last time."

Feng Yuan remained silent for a while.

His gaze fell on the Imperial Source, and with each blink, it was as if he were recounting an old story.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his tone somewhat unreadable:

"Before you, there were eight, and my human race's Great Emperor was also one of eight."

"The first one is Nuwa, who existed in the middle and late stages of the mythological era, an era belonging to the innate races and also the longest era."

"In that era, our human race produced four emperors... Huang Xi, Nuwa, Shennong, and Xuanyuan. After Nuwa, two more human emperors appeared. In total, there were three emperors during the mythological era."

The old man paused, then continued:

"Later, all races gradually took center stage, the ancient era began, and the world was no longer the domain of the innate races. Civilizations of various races arose one after another, and that was also an incomparably glorious era."

"In the ancient era, the human race produced three great emperors... Beidou, Xihuang, and Xingdou. In addition, three other human emperors were born during that period."

Feng Zhi's expression grew increasingly strange as he listened, but he did not interrupt the old man.

Feng Yuan continued, "After the ancient times, we live in the era we are in now, which people call the Desolate Ancient Era."

"The reason it is called the Desolate Ancient Era is because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is much thinner than that of the mythological era and the ancient era."

"The Great Age has begun to slow down, and the number of Great Emperors born has also decreased. It is already a blessing for all races to produce one every 300,000 years. The longest interval between the last Great Emperor is 1.5 million years. Since the Ancient Era, our human race has only produced one Chaos Great Emperor and two Human Sovereigns."

After Feng Yuan finished speaking, he looked at Feng Zhi with an extremely solemn expression: "Did you notice anything unusual in what I just said?"

Feng Zhi frowned and stated his judgment:

"The number nine is the ultimate number. Whether it is the number of human emperors or the number of human emperors, it is exactly on a special number."

"There are eight Great Emperors in total. Before me, there were eight Human Emperors. With me, we are the ninth."

He looked up at Feng Yuan, a hint of uncertainty in his voice for the first time: "This is not a coincidence."