Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

At this moment, those dog eyes are looking at me with a smile, as if mocking me for being all alone beside me.

Ah...this world.

I smiled wryly and looked up at the sky.

Silently facing the heavens, that old bastard of a divine order—

He raised his middle finger.

"Screw your Valentine's Day!!!"

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The above are the famous events that have been recorded in history.

The roar of the single Martial Emperor.

Side Story 2: Emperor Wen's Wrath

Eras must ultimately be brought to an end by people, and they must ultimately be created by people.

With the four perfections of art and literature, he proved his Dao and became the greatest immortal in history, opening up the three thousand Great Daos. Apart from the Martial Emperor who dominated the world millions of years ago, who destroyed all things with martial arts and created the Dao of Martial Arts himself, there is only one other person left.

Over millions of years, countless people have strived for the position of True Immortal, and countless geniuses and prodigies have been praised by the world, yet not a single person has been able to reach the realm of True Immortal.

Even semi-divine beings are extremely rare.

When he ascended to the status of a true immortal, the three great heavens were shaken. A monster that had not appeared for millions of years finally emerged.

The mountains trembled for him, the long rivers surged for him, and the world was shaken by him.

Of course—

The young man in white stood before a low grave, his fair hand slowly grasping a snow-white petal in his palm. After a moment's hesitation, he finally released it.

The snow-white petals, out of control, drifted away on a cold, breezy breeze. The way the petals swayed in the wind was like the helpless snow shadow of that day, a beauty that was heartbreaking.

The wind is howling.

The cold wind transformed into hundreds of sharp blades that sliced ​​through the snow-white petals, shredding its body piece by piece into fragments, scattering it completely, and finally crushing it into pieces.

"Does it hurt?"

The young man spoke, his voice low and weathered, unlike the voice of someone so young.

But on the verdant little mountain where he stood, he was the only one present.

His words sounded more like a question to himself, or... to the person in the grave.

Receiving no response, a bitter smile crept onto the young man's face. Standing in the wind, this bitter smile appeared particularly sorrowful.

His white clothes were as white as snow, and his outfit was very similar to hers.

When he bought the clothes, he explained to her what couple outfits were, and she readily accepted it.

Since then, he has always worn that simple white shirt, and she has always worn that snow-white long dress.

Unfortunately, the long dress was later stained with blood and was no longer as pure white.

The young man grinned, clearly smiling, but the twitching smile looked more like he was crying.

There was no sound; he remained silent, and there were no tears in his eyes.

Some people say that when a person is extremely sad, they will not shed tears. At first, he did not believe it, but now he has experienced it for himself.

No tears could be shed, or rather, the tears that should have been shed had already been shed at that time.

"Xuan Lei".

Above the heavens, a deafeningly majestic voice resounded throughout the three celestial realms.

All living beings looked up at it: cultivators at the Xuanmen stage, sect leaders at the Transformation stage, Nascent Soul stage experts, and even half-immortal level powerhouses.

An uncontrollable sense of awe and fear rose in their eyes, for they knew that it was the heavens themselves that had spoken of Emperor Wen's name.

Above the gray sky, golden thunder roared and flashed wildly, as if proclaiming the power of the heavens to all things.

next moment.

A roaring sound arose.

That was neither thunder nor a display of power, but the sound of countless beings from the three great heavens kneeling in unison.

At this moment, a terrifying force that cannot be described as overwhelming pressed down from the heavens. Transcendent Realm experts had to kneel, Void Realm experts had to kneel, and even the top existences of the Twenty-One Extremes had no choice but to kneel.

Kneeling before the Heavenly Dao is something few would do, because the Heavenly Dao is the head of the three thousand Great Daos, but not the head of this world.

Above the Heavenly Dao, there are endless ancient spirits who are watchful oversights, and each of them is a half-immortal.

Above the Ancient Spirits are the two who created them...

Origin.

"Xuan Lei, are you truly determined to do this?!"

The gray fog-shrouded sky was instantly lifted, and a ray of primordial golden light shone on the verdant hilltop, illuminating the youth's expressionless face.

In the blink of an eye, that majestic face, which occupied almost half of the Kuntian Domain, appeared in the sky.

Everyone knows that it is the ancestor.

It is the primordial ancestor of Hongmeng.

He was questioning Emperor Wen!

"Oh."

Faced with the world's ruler, the young man merely smiled faintly.

He tilted his head back and laughed mockingly and sarcastically.

"I never regret the things I've done."

You'll regret this.

The voice of the Primordial Ancestor was like a bell from the heavens, its resounding words echoing across the three great heavens, lingering for a long time.

The young man shook his head, still smiling. "I won't. There's nothing in the world that I'd rather not regret than this."

"You are going against the very essence of the world!"

"so what?"

The young man lightly flicked his sleeves and stood before the nameless tombstone, his expression cold.

"Without her, what does this world have to do with me?"

moment.

A boundless rage erupted from the youth's body, transforming into a sky full of blood shadows, condensing into countless ink characters, carving a sky full of killing poems, each stroke written in blood, each character containing the youth's fury.

That anger, which could never be quenched and had engulfed the entire Kuntian Domain, was something that could never be completely vented.

A huge blood-red character appeared above the youth's head.

【kill】

His stance was already clear.

From that moment on, he embarked on this path.

tick-

Blood dripped onto the young man's shoulder.

He said he wanted to always wear matching outfits with her.

Later, her white dress was stained blood red, so it was no longer pure white, and it was no longer a couple's outfit.

But now...

He was willing to dye his white clothes red to match hers.

"I would rather betray heaven and earth than betray you."

He spoke calmly, and the moment his words fell, he seemed to have no more worries.

Facing the ancient spirits of the heavens, facing the supreme Heavenly Dao, facing the primordial ancestor who rules over all things—

Unfearlessly displaying murderous intent.

Side Story 3: The Martial Emperor's Wedding: Worshiping the Moon, Worshiping Life

"Tianren, she is dead."

midnight.

Clad in black armor, the tall, imposing man's face, which exuded an air of authority even without anger, was filled with worry.

He rarely showed such a sorrowful expression, because he was the king of the Black Dragon Clan, the ruler of the Dragon Clan, and he should not show such weakness and cowardice.

To outsiders, Black Dragon King Jueying was a powerful and ruthless figure who followed Martial Emperor Gu Tianren in conquering the Three Heavens Domain. He had killed tens of millions of enemies, and his name was a weapon that could intimidate countless adversaries. No one dared to offend him in the slightest!

However, the person standing before him, the first person in the history of the three great heavens to be granted immortality, was even more outrageous than him.

The Martial Emperor knelt down.

That honest face from a thousand years ago is now completely devoid of emotion.

He was expressionless, his face devoid of any emotion.

On the contrary, those eyes were filled with a pain that ordinary people could not understand.

With glory bestowed upon him, countless riches at his disposal, and beautiful women at his fingertips—no one could imagine that at this moment, Emperor Wu Gu Tianren would still feel pain.

That was excruciating pain.

Gu Tianren knelt on the ground, next to him was a mound of yellow earth.

Yes, there was only a handful of yellow earth, nothing else.

On that yellow earth, a red curtain was draped, which looked somewhat like a red veil worn during a wedding.

Gu Tianren looked up at the bright moon. Today was the early morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the time when the moon was at its largest, roundest, and brightest.