"Boom boom boom... Explosions
echoed throughout the City of Wronged Death, and one humanoid undead after another shattered. These were all human warriors, corrupted by the aura here and turned into undead.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, within the purple blazing sun, a cauldron-shaped pattern appeared. After the undead shattered, points of divine light lit up and surged toward the cauldron.
"In the name of my Ziyang, I command the cycles of heaven and earth. All beings of my Tianwu may return home and escape the sea of suffering..." Emperor Ziyang recited the scripture, and within the divine radiance, Long Chen felt genuine emotion.
Like wandering souls scattered in a foreign land, they finally returned home. These points of light were part of the souls of the powerful figures of the Tianwu Continent, controlled by the laws here. Their bodies were forbidden, their souls enslaved, and turned into puppets.
Now the Ziyang Emperor has shattered their bodies and summoned their souls, returning them to the Heavenly Dao.
Although they are already dead, their souls still carry endless hopes for the Tianwu Continent. They long to return. Even if they are dead, we still wish our souls could be buried there.
Long Chen had originally felt a bit regretful, regretting the terrifying methods of the Ziyang Emperor, but at this moment, he felt no more regret.
These undead were all predecessors of the Tianwu Continent. They died fighting here to protect it. As people of Tianwu Continent, they have deeply benefited from their kindness. Without their bloody struggles, the continent might have already perished. Allowing these heroes to rest in peace is worth the price.
"Hahaha, silly Ziyang, are you really doing this for this bunch of useless people? And it consumes your own strength? The elder of the undead clan laughed heartily, his voice full of mockery.
"Laughing at your dad?"
The elder of the undead clan had insulted the heroes of Tianwu Continent. Long Chen was furious and could no longer hold back. With a furious roar, the Dragonbone Evil Moon slashed at the bone staff.
With a loud "boom
," the Dragon Bone Evil Moon struck the bone staff. Long Chen's wrist trembled violently, his tiger's mouth instantly cracked, blood gushing out.
Long Chen was forced back, murderous intent surging in his eyes. Just as he was about to summon a six-star battle body, Emperor Ziyang grabbed him:
"Long Chen, don't be reckless. He's inside the bone staff right now. Unless it's one of the five supreme artifacts, no one can harm him." He can't attack others now, and no one can hurt him. "
You old bastard, just you wait." Long Chen gritted his teeth and said bitterly, regretting his anger, but this elder of the undead clan had completely enraged him.
In his life, Long Chen had never respected anyone. Anyone he admired was a hero in his heart. The elder of the undead clan insulted those heroes, calling them useless, which made Long Chen utterly furious.
Looking at Long Chen's face full of murderous intent and the burning fury in his eyes, the Purple Sun Emperor smiled, his smile tinged with satisfaction.
If it were someone else, facing such a terrifying powerhouse, they would feel nothing but fear. But Long Chen, facing the elder of the undead clan, felt no fear—only anger and hatred. This is what a true strong person can do without fear.
"You brat, daring to act arrogant?" When Ye Ming inherits the power of the undead, he will begin the path to emperorhood on the Tianwu Continent, and you are merely one of his subordinate souls. Hahaha..." the elder of the undead clan sneered.
"Just him?" Are you trying to make me laugh to death? Don't say he can't become emperor—even if he does, I'll still behead him. Long Chen sneered.
"He's deliberately provoking you." The Purple Sun Emperor pulled Long Chen out of the City of Wrongful Death and returned to the Imperial Seal.
"I know, but this guy is just too infuriating." Long Chen nodded. He knew that the elder from the undead clan was deliberately provoking him, wanting to leave a shadow in his heart and make his advancement harder. If it could create a demon in his heart, he would fall completely into his trap.
It must be said, the elder of the undead clan was a monster who had lived for countless years, with an extremely accurate judgment of people and a single glance that saw through Long Chen's weakness.
And Long Chen truly cooperated with him. The elder of the undead clan casually tested him, and Long Chen flew into a rage.
The Purple Sun Emperor looked at Long Chen and shook his head slightly, seemingly speechless at Long Chen's fiery temper. Knowing full well that Long Chen was doing it on purpose, he still fell for it. After all, the Purple Sun Emperor had never seen anyone like this before.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the void trembled as tens of thousands of divine weapons appeared before Long Chen. Some were already damaged, stained with blood, and even rusted. For divine artifacts to rust meant the blood's owner was terrifying—even the artifacts had been corroded.
Rusty stains were one thing, but many weapons had even shattered and become fragments, but all were collected by Emperor Ziyang.
"Their bodies have turned into this state, and I believe they don't want future generations to see their humiliation."
But these weapons bear witness to their bravery and fearlessness. I will surely pass them on to their descendants, so they may know that their ancestors were peerless heroes. Long Chen took a deep breath and said solemnly.
Emperor Ziyang looked at Long Chen and said, "Young man, I don't quite understand you. You are different from all of us. Perhaps that's why we are the guardians, while you are the ones who break the deadlock."
The Tianwu Continent is in your hands. As always, when responsibility comes, you'll understand the meaning of the phrase 'duty.' Goodbye. After
speaking, the Purple Sun Emperor smiled faintly, patted Long Chen on the shoulder, and his figure slowly faded, imperial energy fading away. The brilliant purple was gradually replaced by darkness.
The Ziyang Emperor had disappeared, and the imperial seal gradually faded away, eventually vanishing without a trace. Long Chen felt a sense of loss. The Ziyang Emperor, a revered hero of his generation, had also fallen. He could not accept this fact.
"Roar!"
The imperial seal vanished, and the endless undead in the City of Wrongful Deaths lost their suppression, roaring in fury that shook the heavens.
Long Chen's heart tightened. Thunder wings spread behind him, and he sped along the passage toward the Evil God's Tomb.
Long Chen sprinted all the way until he broke out of the Evil God's Tomb and finally breathed a sigh of relief upon arriving at the Tianwu Continent.
Looking at the entrance to the Evil God's Tomb behind him, Long Chen felt as if he had been dreaming. He had actually met the Ziyang Great Emperor. If word got out, the Tianwu Continent would probably be in an uproar.
But this secret cannot be spoken aloud. If someone asks what instructions the Great Emperor has, When will it return, and what will happen?
Are you telling them that the Great Emperor is already dead, that no one will protect us, and that everything depends on ourselves?
"Senior Brother Long Chen, are you alright?"
Long Chen had just come out, and the disciples stationed there cheered. They had been worried all along, but in the end, Long Chen came out unharmed.
Looking at their concerned eyes and excited expressions, Long Chen couldn't help but recall the words of the Ziyang Emperor in his mind: When responsibility comes, you will understand the meaning of the phrase 'duty.'
"I'm fine, don't worry." Long Chen patted the shoulder of the leading soldier.
It was just a casual gesture, but the soldier was overwhelmed with excitement. In their hearts, Long Chen was like a god. Feeling his closeness, the soldier's eyes turned red with excitement.
Long Chen waved to the warriors, boarded the flying boat, and sped away, arriving at a nearby city, only to find that the entire city had become lifeless, and the once lively and noisy scenes were gone.
Now that the dark age has arrived, everyone is on edge, especially the common people, who lack the strength to resist and can only place their hopes on the powerful figures of their time.
But now, with the dark age already upon us and the Emperor still absent, this is heartbreaking news.
One of the Four Emperor Seedlings of the Divine Clan was slain by Long Chen, and the Divine Clan vented their anger on the Tianwu Continent, never sending troops to guard the dangerous place again.
Although the Tianwu Alliance is now unified, with the support of the High Priest, Tianyu Zhenren, and Lord Le Si of Miaole Immortal Palace, facing terrifying forbidden places like the Yin-Yang Realm, Demon Spirit Mountain, and City of Wrongful Death, it still causes concern.
Meanwhile, the evil path, the Ancient Family Alliance, Dan Valley, and Tianwu Sea Ring are even more hostile to Long Chen. Today, the Tianwu Continent is beset by internal and external troubles, as precarious as eggs stacked together.
In people's hearts, only the Great Emperor could lead the Tianwu Continent to victory, but in this generation, the Great Emperor never appeared, and the path to enlightenment showed no sign of hope.
The cultivation experts of the Tianwu Continent, especially those from the Tianwu Alliance, all had high hopes for Long Chen.
But for ordinary people, they don't really understand the cultivation world; they only know that the Great Emperor is the savior of this world.
So the Tianwu Alliance is actively mobilizing its strongest fighters, but the people of Tianwu Continent are constantly worried.
Long Chen stepped onto the teleportation array, teleporting several times, and arrived at the Great Xia Imperial Capital. To his surprise, the capital remained as lively as ever, with people coming and going, seemingly unaffected.
"Greetings, General."
When Long Chen appeared, the soldiers guarding the teleportation array immediately saluted excitedly upon seeing him.
Long Chen smiled. Back when he fled to Daxia, he was sheltered by Daxia and had been assigned to receive the envoy from the ancient Han kingdom, appointing him as a Grand General of Protector and Glory, concurrently serving as the reception envoy for the ancient Han kingdom.
Back then, many interesting things happened in Daxia. Looking back now, I feel both nostalgic and amused.
As the Grand General Who Protects the Nation, he seems somewhat incompetent, apparently hasn't served many days on duty. However, it seems Daxia has never paid him any salary either, so the two times are even.
Long Chen greeted the soldiers and headed straight for the Wine God Palace. However, along the way, countless young men and women screamed in shock.
Long Chen was a household name in the Great Xia Empire, known to all women and children. Everything that happened in the empire was turned into stories by storytellers and passed down among the people. It can be said that Long Chen elevated this ancient craft of storytelling to its peak.
Some teahouses and restaurants require one or even several storytellers, which is the only way to showcase grandeur and class.
Even Long Chen's art books have always been bestsellers and remain popular for a long time, so whenever Long Chen walked down the street, passersby immediately cried out in surprise, instantly blocking the streets so tightly that not even water could pass.
"Move aside, that guy is my brother." Suddenly, a group of people rushed over, pushing through the crowd, and a young girl shouted loudly.